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Let's go! Expedition time!
Players Participating: @Blinded By Silence
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Expedition Area: Newbreeze Grasslands
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Expedition Area: Newbreeze Grasslands
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Farren had kept a watchful eye on the skies for the past few days. Beyond the dome, the clouds had swirled with a strange and horrifying anger that had turned his stomach similarly. The sailor wished it gone, eager to get back out to the grasslands, to no longer be trapped under this figurative glass bowl. And so, as soon as the barrier had come down, he picked up his rucksack that had been anxiously packed and repacked a good few times and let his feet find the fastest path out of Doveport.
It was slow going at first. His usual path had been blocked by downed trees and other such debris. He pulled out Brook's Pokeball -- He would have called out Storm as well, but between his playful nature and tiny size, he wasn't sure the Chingling would have been much assistance -- and, with the help of the Totodile, had managed to clear out a safe path through the brush. Farren frowned. At this rate, it would take hours to most anywhere. What if...? Yes, they'd go a different way today. Circle around in the opposite direction. With any luck, the trainer and his Pokemon could forge a new path and, hopefully, add more information to his map!
"Come on, Brook. This way, yeah?" He called out to his little friend, grinning as the earthen crocodile eagerly ran past him. Looks like he wasn't the only one who had felt cooped up, huh? With a flash of red light, he let Storm out as well. The little bell Pokemon jingled happily as it rode on his shoulder.
It was slow going at first. His usual path had been blocked by downed trees and other such debris. He pulled out Brook's Pokeball -- He would have called out Storm as well, but between his playful nature and tiny size, he wasn't sure the Chingling would have been much assistance -- and, with the help of the Totodile, had managed to clear out a safe path through the brush. Farren frowned. At this rate, it would take hours to most anywhere. What if...? Yes, they'd go a different way today. Circle around in the opposite direction. With any luck, the trainer and his Pokemon could forge a new path and, hopefully, add more information to his map!
"Come on, Brook. This way, yeah?" He called out to his little friend, grinning as the earthen crocodile eagerly ran past him. Looks like he wasn't the only one who had felt cooped up, huh? With a flash of red light, he let Storm out as well. The little bell Pokemon jingled happily as it rode on his shoulder.
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And so Farren began his practiced wandering. He let his feet carry him across the golden grasses of the Newbreeze sea, still wet and tangled from the passing storm. So easily does nature give us new paths to take, he thought as he circumvented a flooded area, taking to one of the small hills for a drier path. He wondered how the other way, the path he'd already begun mapping, had fared. Was his path still there, beyond the fallen trees? Or had it been wiped away, erased as easily as pencil off paper? He'd dedicate tomorrow to it, Farren decided, as he found a nice dry spot to rest.
He settled himself on the stump of a tree that had fallen long ago, perhaps in its own crazy storm, while Brook crept through the grass, looking for anything of interest. Out came his sketchbook, his pencil plucked from behind his ear. He'd just set down some solid baseline sketching when suddenly Storm was ringing in his ear. Brow furrowed, Farren looks to see what had gotten him so riled up, "What is--? Ah!" There! There was something in his bag! He quickly snatched up his rucksack and dumped it out, sending the wiggling bug Pokemon writhing in the grass angrily.
"Oh! It's a Pokemon!" He said, surprised, "An angry one too! Sorry buddy, there's nothing in there for ya."
But the wiggle worm was having none of it. It lunged at the bag again, spitting a sticky string at it to try and pull it down. Farren just... held it. The Pokemon wasn't very strong it seemed. Storm had decided that this game was boring, however, and took matters into his own tassels. The hollow space inside its mouth glowed ominously. After a rough bout of confusion, the little worm feinted.
"Alright, then. Uh, good job Storm." He chuckled a bit as he picked up the fallen items from his bag and repacked it, "Won't be leaving that open again, that's for sure."
He packed up his sketchbook as well, deciding instead to pull out his field journal and get a sketch of the worm Pokemon while it slept. Looked kinda like a Weedle, now that he thought about it. A weird one though. Another Nauwillian varient, maybe? He took a few notes and decided to move on before it woke up again, forgetting entirely to catch the thing.
He settled himself on the stump of a tree that had fallen long ago, perhaps in its own crazy storm, while Brook crept through the grass, looking for anything of interest. Out came his sketchbook, his pencil plucked from behind his ear. He'd just set down some solid baseline sketching when suddenly Storm was ringing in his ear. Brow furrowed, Farren looks to see what had gotten him so riled up, "What is--? Ah!" There! There was something in his bag! He quickly snatched up his rucksack and dumped it out, sending the wiggling bug Pokemon writhing in the grass angrily.
"Oh! It's a Pokemon!" He said, surprised, "An angry one too! Sorry buddy, there's nothing in there for ya."
But the wiggle worm was having none of it. It lunged at the bag again, spitting a sticky string at it to try and pull it down. Farren just... held it. The Pokemon wasn't very strong it seemed. Storm had decided that this game was boring, however, and took matters into his own tassels. The hollow space inside its mouth glowed ominously. After a rough bout of confusion, the little worm feinted.
"Alright, then. Uh, good job Storm." He chuckled a bit as he picked up the fallen items from his bag and repacked it, "Won't be leaving that open again, that's for sure."
He packed up his sketchbook as well, deciding instead to pull out his field journal and get a sketch of the worm Pokemon while it slept. Looked kinda like a Weedle, now that he thought about it. A weird one though. Another Nauwillian varient, maybe? He took a few notes and decided to move on before it woke up again, forgetting entirely to catch the thing.
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1 | You find a cache of sun-warmed berries, ripe and ready to enjoy. All pokémon can recover 1 VIT. | Heal | --- |