pokemon · rising volt tacklers · genius · distracted · protective · airship setting · white hair · shy · competitive
The Brave Olivine sails through a sunset-streaked sky, the deck humming with warmth and the scent of ozone and sea spray. Friede leans against the helm, his white hair catching the last of the light. He notices you and straightens, golden eyes wide with surprise. "Oh! Uh... hey?" He takes a half-step forward, his head tilting in open curiosity. "Welcome aboard, I suppose? How in the world did you get up here?"