[PRP] Easy on the Eyes

[Kitomyx]

A Vaporeon and Umbreon had been wandering along the strip of Kodo's eastern shores for the past several days. The Water-type was quite at home along the beach, but his daughter was not as fond of the long trek across the less-than-solid sandy ground. She was sick of eating fish and seaweed all the time, but there weren't too many fruit or berry plants that grew so near the salty sea.

Distance asked, trying not to sound whiny, but with a definite note of annoyance in her tone.

Fathom told his daughter.

the Umbreon wanted to know, sounding horrified as she bounded across the sands to catch up with her father, who was wading in the shallows of the ocean. He was a lot faster in the water than he was on land.

the Vaporeon answered grimly. His gaze went out to the distant cluster of structures on the horizon that had to be Camphoreon City. He certainly hoped it wasn't another of those strange training center buildings he'd mistaken for the city just a few days before.

the adolescent dark-type grumbled, but followed swiftly after her father.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

A ways down the beach stood two figures; one figure was actually standing in place, facing the second, while said second darted around rather erratically.

Isaac loosed an amused sigh as he sat demurely in the sand, his colorful eyes watching Elizabeth as the larger fire-type played what he could only describe as a game of tag with the shifting water. When it ebbed out, she chased after it on all fours while attempting to slap it, but when it surged back, she jumped and dodged, her body contorting in odd ways as she did so in a way that hinted at a complete and total lack of planning beforehand. But then, it was difficult to plan the direction and the distance each wave would push upon the shore, and so the psychic-type assumed the Charmeleon was using it as some sort of agility exercise, or to sharpen her reaction times or something similar. Much as he enjoyed watching the ocean and the waves as they rolled across the surface of the water, for some reason he couldn't stop watching Elizabeth jump and hop around - morbid curiosity, maybe, to see just how she would jerk her body uncomfortably the next time the water surged forth.

Further back, a safe distance away from the waves, Abel and Sonia moved about a small area, appearing to pack things away into a few large, long bags.