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Who: greedismyname, oldestfriend, noob_doctor, anyone else in the area
Where: Tail-end of Route 29 → Cherrygrove
When: October 27 (noonish?)
Summary: Greed, Death, and Doctor Stiles arrive in Cherrygrove, Greed wants to find bar or anything of the sort and also the hospital for his tired pokemon.
Rating: somewhere around PG
Log:
As they trekked to the next city, Greed had decided that this place, despite being strange and apparently filled with little monsters, was pretty awesome. He wasn't sure how many pigeon-things and purple rats that Lucky had pummeled, but it appeared that it had been enough that he was too tired to walk the rest of the way on his own. That was new thing for Greed too, getting tired. It was just so strange, not being invulnerable to human weaknesses. At least he had good people to hang with. Doc, as Greed had decided to call him, was a nice guy. He tried not to think about which old friends he was most reminded of when they talked. And Dee, Greed couldn't explain why it was, but he'd never felt so at ease with someone so fast. It was like they'd known each other before. Not to mention that she was damned nice to look at. He knelt down to look Lucky, who was currently lying on the ground after his last won battle. The newest edition to their team, a ferret-y thing he'd named Scout, climbed up on his shoulder to stare down at the other pokemon as well. He hadn't seen a need to keep either one in those containers. Being sealed up in a little ball didn't seem very comfortable to him, no matter what that guide had said. He imagined the person who wrote it had never actually been sealed up somewhere with no real means of escape. Lucky wagged his little stump of a tail as Greed put a hand on his head.
"Heh, good job boy. But I think that's enough battling for now. We're almost to the next city. The music is starting to change," he told him, scratching the dog pokemon's head right behind the ears. Greed stood, scooping up the tired pokemon as he did, and looked back at his more human traveling companions, "How close would you say we are to that next town? Think Lucky'll be okay until then?"
Where: Tail-end of Route 29 → Cherrygrove
When: October 27 (noonish?)
Summary: Greed, Death, and Doctor Stiles arrive in Cherrygrove, Greed wants to find bar or anything of the sort and also the hospital for his tired pokemon.
Rating: somewhere around PG
Log:
As they trekked to the next city, Greed had decided that this place, despite being strange and apparently filled with little monsters, was pretty awesome. He wasn't sure how many pigeon-things and purple rats that Lucky had pummeled, but it appeared that it had been enough that he was too tired to walk the rest of the way on his own. That was new thing for Greed too, getting tired. It was just so strange, not being invulnerable to human weaknesses. At least he had good people to hang with. Doc, as Greed had decided to call him, was a nice guy. He tried not to think about which old friends he was most reminded of when they talked. And Dee, Greed couldn't explain why it was, but he'd never felt so at ease with someone so fast. It was like they'd known each other before. Not to mention that she was damned nice to look at. He knelt down to look Lucky, who was currently lying on the ground after his last won battle. The newest edition to their team, a ferret-y thing he'd named Scout, climbed up on his shoulder to stare down at the other pokemon as well. He hadn't seen a need to keep either one in those containers. Being sealed up in a little ball didn't seem very comfortable to him, no matter what that guide had said. He imagined the person who wrote it had never actually been sealed up somewhere with no real means of escape. Lucky wagged his little stump of a tail as Greed put a hand on his head.
"Heh, good job boy. But I think that's enough battling for now. We're almost to the next city. The music is starting to change," he told him, scratching the dog pokemon's head right behind the ears. Greed stood, scooping up the tired pokemon as he did, and looked back at his more human traveling companions, "How close would you say we are to that next town? Think Lucky'll be okay until then?"