[ti]location[/ti] GIANT SHRINE (gone)

Lucky returned back to the shrine a second time. This time he was drenched in water, furious as he had been before when he'd been dragged into the waves of the Steppes' many rivers that dotted the landscape.

"Alright, so maybe I'd gotten ahead of myself. I was a wee bit rude to ya. I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry for showin' off in front of ya. I'll do better this time, so please lower the difficulty or... or lift whatever the heck kind of curse you put on me. Seriously. These wild Pokemon have been wild, shrine man..."

This simple apology was coupled with a regretful bow towards the shrine as he repented for his sin of arrogance.

Lucky once again sat at the base of the shrine. His limbs were limp, his body lying on the cold stone in the rain. He didn't know what he had done to get beat up so badly. All he knew was that this shrine and he... they were having some sort of moment. He certainly hadn't wound up at any other shrine so damn often, nor did they seem to change as he came and went.

The Giant Shrine was different. The rain could be thicker or thinner, or sometimes it wouldn't be there at all. Sometimes the grey clouds sat solemnly, as if to judge Lucky under their shade. It was almost like a personality, though Lucky was probably just projecting onto the shrine as usual.
He needed to stop that. The game wasn't out to get him or anything. Lucky was just letting himself fall out of tempo at the notion that it could.

"Hey, Shrine. We meet again. I guess I'm your number one at this point, huh? You and I're sitting here like an afterglow from a good slug-out after a few drinks. If there's somebody in there, I just wanted to say... It's personal. I don't know if I like you or if I hate you. I don't know if you think about me at all. But for me... you mean something."

His time at the shrine had become something like a routine each night. The vicious strength of Asper knocked Lucky on his ass, and so he would come here once again. It was like he was drawn to the place. He felt most relaxed at this shrine, that much was certain. Lucky has always loved the rain.

Eyes welled up as he felt himself get brought back to the Shrine. This time not by choice but because he had messed up badly enough that he'd been forced to white out. It sucked and it felt bad. He really wasn't cut out for this sort of thing he guessed. But he couldn't stop now. Wiping his face he leaned against the shrine a little for support. Trying to get some of his energy back. Eventually he wouldn't have to come back to the shrines like this. Eventually he would be strong enough to take out any Pokemon. At least he hoped he would.