Storm Crossed (Discontinued)

Entry IV

May 18

24 Days until Torrent Day

Dear Reader,

Yeah, I think that's going to be the best way I open these little entries. After all, if my story is going to be read, addressing this to an inanimate object feels strange. Hopefully that doesn't happen...

But the words are obviously being read if you are seeing this, so I might as well address these entries to you.

As you can tell, the deadline is up. My small team and I have had our chances at attempting to find the location and carry out our plans. I wish I could say it was 100% successful. After all, success is the only thing that's accepted here at Team Magma.

Yet, I somehow got an extension?

It feels weird. It feels wrong. It feels...comforting?

I wouldn't be writing in this stupid thing had Asher not made the comment that I'm a different person when I do this. Of course, he knows I write in this thing. He was the one who got me this damn book to write in. Guess he's right, in a sense.

It's just frustrating how things didn't go my way. I should probably tell you, dear reader, what our plan was, so you're not confused as to why we are behind in our plans. It all started when we went to Slateport City wearing street clothing to blend in. I could tell people were staring at us funny, especially since I was the tallest one in the group.

Okay, so I was already one of the tallest members of Team Magma. Asher beats me by an inch. Wearing three inch heels was probably not the best idea. They were all I had to go with a simple black dress I had with my army green jacket that was worn on top.

I know what you're thinking, dear reader, but I can assure you I have more in my closet than just uniforms. Everyone did. It's why Lynne stopped dying her hair this week, and forced it back to its original blonde state. She could blend in more easily, even if she was out of uniform like Asher and me.

Eventually, we split up, looking for anyone that might resemble a member of Team Aqua. We planned on finding one quickly, and hoped that they'd go straight back to their secret base, but that didn't happen. Time was what cost us. I'll admit, I wasn't much help as after over an hour of searching, my feet started to kill me, so I walked inside the nearest library and slipped my shoes off.

What? The dress didn't bother me. It was just above the knee. Heels normally don't either because I loved wearing them. It's just been a while since I've last worn heels.

I walked around the library, finding myself in the fiction area when a man with a weird looking blue Pokémon on his shoulder reached for a particular book. The book was one I read a while ago, but it wasn't the best. As I looked at the books for a bit, I noticed him reading the summary on the back.

Poor guy didn't know what kind of mess he was getting himself into if he started reading that book.

"You know, that's Summers' worst book ever," I commented. "Good concept, I'll give her that, but the characters don't feel real or genuine, it had a cringeworthy writing style, and the story false genre advertising, if you know what I mean."

The brunette I was talking to chuckled. "I know, but she didn't really mean to have it romance heavy in the books. Really, she wanted it to be primarily action, but the romance between the two main characters just sorta happened, even if she kinda force it within the first part of the book. All that aside, I throughly enjoyed it."