pour some sugar on me~
Who: Sanada and who~ever~
Where: Route 29!
When: October 18, early afternoon.
Summary: Sanada's a derp, and he's never gonna figure out this PokéGear business if no one explains it to him. |D; Seriously, anyone jump in. Even those still clueless are probably less clueless than this kid.
Rating: PG, but can be raised to account for whatever happens. ♥
Log:
To be honest, the clothes in the bag were almost the only thing Sanada knew what to do with. There was the bento and the trail mix, but without knowing where he was or how long he'd be there, he didn't want to eat his (potentially) only food source right off the bat. For now, he was wearing proper clothes, and traveling due west, and that was basically it.
He'd avoided the tall grass where he could, but where it was unavoidable, the strange bull-like creature accompanied him stompingly, and that seemed to be enough to scare away most of the other animals around. When it wasn't, the bull fought them, and so far, he'd won. Sanada counted two rats and a bird that had been downed by his bull. It was interesting to watch, at any rate.
When they went too long without a fight, the bull would find victims to charge down. They usually outran him, or just dodged - Sanada had noticed the beast wasn't very good at turning or stopping. If nothing else, he could use that to his advantage if it decided to take after him.
After a few hours, it seemed like a good time to rest. The weather was calm and cool, so Sanada wasn't tired, but he wanted to pace himself. He had no way of knowing how much further it was to... wherever he was going.
Unfortunately, the bull wasn't very good at resting or pacing himself, either. While Sanada sat at the base of a tree, he tramped a circle around him, snorting and tossing his head at anything that moved, and occasionally charging into some bushes. Once or twice, he scared out some more birds, but his search for trouble was ultimately fruitless.
Sanada began to sift through his bag again. None of it really made much more sense than before, but this time, when he picked up the book labeled 'Trainer Handbook,' he began to read it. It still seemed like fiction, but if he had to say so, everything he was doing right now seemed like fiction.
Where: Route 29!
When: October 18, early afternoon.
Summary: Sanada's a derp, and he's never gonna figure out this PokéGear business if no one explains it to him. |D; Seriously, anyone jump in. Even those still clueless are probably less clueless than this kid.
Rating: PG, but can be raised to account for whatever happens. ♥
Log:
To be honest, the clothes in the bag were almost the only thing Sanada knew what to do with. There was the bento and the trail mix, but without knowing where he was or how long he'd be there, he didn't want to eat his (potentially) only food source right off the bat. For now, he was wearing proper clothes, and traveling due west, and that was basically it.
He'd avoided the tall grass where he could, but where it was unavoidable, the strange bull-like creature accompanied him stompingly, and that seemed to be enough to scare away most of the other animals around. When it wasn't, the bull fought them, and so far, he'd won. Sanada counted two rats and a bird that had been downed by his bull. It was interesting to watch, at any rate.
When they went too long without a fight, the bull would find victims to charge down. They usually outran him, or just dodged - Sanada had noticed the beast wasn't very good at turning or stopping. If nothing else, he could use that to his advantage if it decided to take after him.
After a few hours, it seemed like a good time to rest. The weather was calm and cool, so Sanada wasn't tired, but he wanted to pace himself. He had no way of knowing how much further it was to... wherever he was going.
Unfortunately, the bull wasn't very good at resting or pacing himself, either. While Sanada sat at the base of a tree, he tramped a circle around him, snorting and tossing his head at anything that moved, and occasionally charging into some bushes. Once or twice, he scared out some more birds, but his search for trouble was ultimately fruitless.
Sanada began to sift through his bag again. None of it really made much more sense than before, but this time, when he picked up the book labeled 'Trainer Handbook,' he began to read it. It still seemed like fiction, but if he had to say so, everything he was doing right now seemed like fiction.