Boring travel post is boring.

Remiel Barnabas
Team Awesome
En Route to Mt. Moon, Harper Cottage remains
ARPer's: @XaiakuX indirectly

Flying this high and fast as an Angel had it's required skill. You had to fly fast enough to keep your legs well elevated, but not too fast that your clothes started to feel like they were being peeled of by the force of the wind. Remiel also had to be aware of where everything was at all times, as once in the air, everything became a weighted three hundred and sixty degree zones with traffic going anywhere. Other people would often go for long sky drives in their vehicles as well, as once Remiel was clipped by a few teenagers who had just gotten their first vehicle. Reckless abandon on one's part could make the other party more vigilant.

Remiel, despite working in his offices almost constantly, always made sure to stay in top physical form, especially when he was flying or it came to flight. He also had a fantastic set of direction, and even got a bit competitive with his Braviary, Bayard. In fact the pair of them often tag teamed long flight like this, with Remiel needing a rest only an hour or so ago. Luckily the massive bird was used to being opened up in mid air out of habit, so Remiel didn't need to worry.

As the landscape below him vanished from Johto to Kanto, Remiel could feel the air getting just a bit cooler. Underneath the view of his foot was the stony Pewter City, a place Remiel frequented on school trips back in elementary school. Learning about the past was one of his hobbies when he was younger, and he often wondered how they managed to keep their admission prices the same after all these years. The land changed from a leveled plateau to a more rugged mountain, with a rest stop pitted just at the typical entrance of Mt. Moon. Remiel knew he was almost at his destination, and started to descend slowly. The Harper cottage should have been close by.

It was only a few more minutes of flying in his intended route that the angel started to notice an odd grey cloud in the distance. As he grew closer to the ground, he realized that was not a cloud, but smoke. Smoke in the place he was going to meet, and it was no typical campfire smoke either. Growing worried, and cautious, he circled around a few times before finding a suitable landing spot. There were a few ways for an angel to land. One being you stopped yourself and hovered slowly, making sure you didn't injure your ankles, or you glided in and made sure your feet could keep up with your speed, and braked that way. Remiel had chosen the former, apt to make sure nothing got between his feathers. Cleaning wings was a meticulous and precise business that took too long in his eyes. Hence why he had ordered specially made gossamer covers for his own.

Remiel took a few short steps towards his destination. He wasn't much of a fighter, but that's what he had his Pokemon for, as well as his cane. Carefully making his way up a rather rugged rock, Remiel needed to figure out what had happened, and if he was the early bird or the night owl upon his arrival.