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Who: Beckett Fowl (simple_toon )
Where: Route 31
When: Morning March 14th
Summary: Beckett adventures at his own pace.
Rating: G
Beckett had only been in the world a week and already he felt like a real adventure! He'd been dutifully following his map for days stopping and taking detours whenever they caught his fancy.
Which was often.
He'd also made a couple friends along the way...not that he had a solid understanding of how pokemon or pokeballs worked.
But he'd found his own way of attracting the little critters which was partially why he had run out of food so fast. He'd cannibalized his bento box to lure them into friendship with him.
But he was nothing if not clever as he marched along his row of loyal associates. Stampy the Phanpy, Ralph the Ratatta, and Toaster the Weedle, as well as Theia the pidgey his brother had sent to keep an eye on him.
"Alright troops!" He declared loudly, "We're outta food. Got no monies either." He explained in his own peculiar way as a two year old suddenly turned ten.
"But are we gonna cry for mommy? Daddy?"
The Pokemon looked at one another unsure. Weedle seemed to think that it was a perfectly reasonable idea and began to squeal till Phanpy knocked him head over stinger with his trunk.
"Right! So we're gonna work together to find foods!"
There was dead silence meeting this statement before Phanpy let out a rallying cry and the other two begrudgingly came along with it. Theia simply glanced away as if she didn't wish to be associated with this madness.
"FOOOOOOOOOOD!" Beckett cried and spun about springing down a ledge followed by his trio of equally loud cries and squeals and his brother's bird pokemon.
Where: Route 31
When: Morning March 14th
Summary: Beckett adventures at his own pace.
Rating: G
Beckett had only been in the world a week and already he felt like a real adventure! He'd been dutifully following his map for days stopping and taking detours whenever they caught his fancy.
Which was often.
He'd also made a couple friends along the way...not that he had a solid understanding of how pokemon or pokeballs worked.
But he'd found his own way of attracting the little critters which was partially why he had run out of food so fast. He'd cannibalized his bento box to lure them into friendship with him.
But he was nothing if not clever as he marched along his row of loyal associates. Stampy the Phanpy, Ralph the Ratatta, and Toaster the Weedle, as well as Theia the pidgey his brother had sent to keep an eye on him.
"Alright troops!" He declared loudly, "We're outta food. Got no monies either." He explained in his own peculiar way as a two year old suddenly turned ten.
"But are we gonna cry for mommy? Daddy?"
The Pokemon looked at one another unsure. Weedle seemed to think that it was a perfectly reasonable idea and began to squeal till Phanpy knocked him head over stinger with his trunk.
"Right! So we're gonna work together to find foods!"
There was dead silence meeting this statement before Phanpy let out a rallying cry and the other two begrudgingly came along with it. Theia simply glanced away as if she didn't wish to be associated with this madness.
"FOOOOOOOOOOD!" Beckett cried and spun about springing down a ledge followed by his trio of equally loud cries and squeals and his brother's bird pokemon.