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Who: Zack Fair; OPEN to anyone in the area.
Where: Violet City, heading into the shop.
When: After firing off a message to Aerith. Early morning.
Summary: If he wasn't already planning on beelining over to Goldenrod, Zack definitely is now. He's gonna pick up a few supplies, pick up a delivery, and hit the road solo.
Rating: PG? Zack's pretty tired. And kinda grumpy.
Log:
At least now his path was clear.
Since his mission first became clear, with each passing day -- each passing hour, it seemed -- his slowly hatching plan was becoming more and more complex, and in turn it became more and more taxing on his psyche to rush the process of getting things done. The past week had been completely dedicated to run a very concentrated training program for his team. Tracking. Signaling. Immobilization of a mobile target. Airborne cooperative attack maneuvers. But mostly tracking. The latter and more specific were supposed to begin that very weekend, but...
He had to leave now.
On that particular morning, Varuna was his out-of-pokeball companion, the stone-faced Dratini having been the only member of his party who wasn't utterly exhausted.
When he and his dragon's offspring made their way into Violet's small shop, it was Varuna who stopped the door from slamming right off its hinges behind the back of his dog-tired trainer, who appeared to be preoccupied with things more important than damaging the property of the business who employed him. Luckily for everyone the carefully wrapped brown parcel was waiting on the counter for him, which he picked up and thoughtlessly shoved under his elbow while he dug around for his wallet.
"I need, uh... A couple of potions. Two or three's fine. And I need Repels."
Where: Violet City, heading into the shop.
When: After firing off a message to Aerith. Early morning.
Summary: If he wasn't already planning on beelining over to Goldenrod, Zack definitely is now. He's gonna pick up a few supplies, pick up a delivery, and hit the road solo.
Rating: PG? Zack's pretty tired. And kinda grumpy.
Log:
At least now his path was clear.
Since his mission first became clear, with each passing day -- each passing hour, it seemed -- his slowly hatching plan was becoming more and more complex, and in turn it became more and more taxing on his psyche to rush the process of getting things done. The past week had been completely dedicated to run a very concentrated training program for his team. Tracking. Signaling. Immobilization of a mobile target. Airborne cooperative attack maneuvers. But mostly tracking. The latter and more specific were supposed to begin that very weekend, but...
He had to leave now.
On that particular morning, Varuna was his out-of-pokeball companion, the stone-faced Dratini having been the only member of his party who wasn't utterly exhausted.
When he and his dragon's offspring made their way into Violet's small shop, it was Varuna who stopped the door from slamming right off its hinges behind the back of his dog-tired trainer, who appeared to be preoccupied with things more important than damaging the property of the business who employed him. Luckily for everyone the carefully wrapped brown parcel was waiting on the counter for him, which he picked up and thoughtlessly shoved under his elbow while he dug around for his wallet.
"I need, uh... A couple of potions. Two or three's fine. And I need Repels."