Route 212 | Night"Good, it can't be worse than the woods at night. Thanks I guess Beyoncé. Good luck with whatever it is you do in the woods."
Well, there's one of them at least. A quick glance behind him confirms that everyone in this ragged little group is following, taking a weight off his chest Michael hadn't even realized was there in the first place. Soon they could be out of this shitty forest, and into what is hopefully a safe place. It better
be safe. Judging by the burning sensation in his foreleg and the way his head is pounding, Michael isn't so sure he can keep up this focus for much longer. He's lucky his vision hasn't started blurring yet.
Connor darts over next to him, his the fur on his neck standing up (it really doesn't make him look even remotely intimidating). There's no doubt he wants to be as far away from the newest misfit as he can possibly be. Speaking of which..."Good. Don't break your fucking neck on the stairs. It's more beat up than a prostitute late on her rent."
Michael doesn't know what a prostitute is, or rent, and quite frankly, it means about as much to him as the dirt under his paws. He goes to spit back a retort, but bites down on the words-it's not worth the trouble, not when his body's hurting like hell. With that in mind, he keeps walking, leaving "Beyonce" behind and continuing down the path, wincing every time he has to place more weight on his injured leg. Connor is sticking quite close to him, but then, what kid wouldn't do the same thing in a strange area, surrounded by darkness?
Michael couldn't say how long it takes before he sees a shape begin to form in the darkness, but eventually there's a structure far superior in size to both the place they found earlier, and their refuge in Hearthome. It has to be a mansion-at this point, what else could it possibly be? Even if the place is something else entirely, it's still shelter-still a place of refuge from whatever lurks out here in the night. Michael picks up the pace, his nose twitching for the telltale scent of putrefied flesh-but there's none. Doesn't mean they're entirely safe, but still, it's better than nothing. "Beyonce" mentioned there being nothing threatening inside, but why the fuck should he trust her? At least Wildheart had the decency to give a normal introduction instead of freaking them out with some shadow trick.
The closer he gets to the 'mansion', the sadder it looks-in the moonlight, he can just make out the places where some of the building has collapsed into itself. It's quite the sorry, neglected sight, and he can somewhat believe nobody's been here in...Goddesses knows how long. Going by its size alone, this place must have been quite the sight once. Michael can't claim to have a lot of experience with humans, but from what he's seen of their cities, they seemed to have some need to stand out, always building huge structures; even the smallest of which still dwarfed Michael. Now, though, this mansion is nothing but a rundown, sorry excuse for a place to stay-but better than the forest, at least.
Michael trots over to the front door; lucky for them, it seems to be ajar, though not enough for him to see anything inside the mansion itself. They'll have to be careful as they enter, in case something is hiding itself nearby. Right as he thinks that, though, some of the interior begins to light up, making some scattered debris and broken objects visible...but why is it doing that-?
He steps back-no, nearly jumps back as a light begins to take hold on the front door, morphing into a very
familiar pair of eyes. A pair of eyes belonging to a certain Pokemon their group just so happened to run into earlier. Goddamn, couldn't they ever catch one break? One, single break, that's all he's asking for, but no. Goddesses above, this wound of his is going to become infected and kill him before any one of them is able to put one paw in this mansion."So, now that I have allowed you in my domain, I require you to answer a question: Have you seen a little green buneary? Or, maybe a green lopunny, probably around yea tall, with a twitchy nose and great big blue eyes?"Domain?
Some part of him, lurking in the back of his mind, wants to snap at that, tell "Beyonce" she has no goddamn right claiming this place as her own and then conveniently forgetting to mention it before they show up. Who the fuck does she think she is, thinking they'll have to be "allowed" inside the mansion? He would love to say fuck off and leave it at that. But at the same time, it sounds like she's missing someone important to her. That hits a little too close to home. He holds back the harsh words (at least for the moment), but they still need access to this place. Their group isn't in good enough shape for any sort of bullshit, even the kind Michael can relate to. It sucks that she's lost someone-assuming this is a loved one and not someone she's looking to get revenge on or something-but it will have to wait."Haven't seen anyone who looks like that. Sorry."
If that's not good enough of an answer, then oh well. It's the truth. He looks back at his own group. "Let's go find a place to stay in here. I'm sick of this fucking forest."
(I'm really sorry for how bad this post is, I'm not in a Great Place rn. Feel free to move inside the mansion in your posts)