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Celestic Town || Early Noon | 8
The Bulbasaur looks at him amicably, smiling in gratitude at Shaka giving him his name. He gives a smile back, but it is only slight. The bright expression begins to look distracted, though, as the Bulbasaur withdraws for a second into his thoughts. Eventually he breaks out of it. He introduces himself as Narron, and thanks him for guiding him through the storm. As the Bulbasaur has agreed, a short respite would be good.
In an affirming nod, Shaka continues to quietly exhaust the rest of his fatigue. His leg pains begrudge him, arising with their agony. Getting down onto all fours, he lies down on his side, irritated by his worst weakness spiting him at the worst possible moment. That work took a lot out of him--at least the Bulbasaur made it easier for him to get out. Through the vent above, and within the dead silence, he can hear the roaring winds of the blizzard relieving into a whistling breeze. The building cracles and groans a little it adapts to the strong warmth brought on by the breaking sun, but their noise does not bother him in the slightest. Musty cobwebs populate the lighly frozen ceiling and crawl down the ice-slicked walls, making him suddenly cautious of any undead spiders.
The reptile’s words break him from his thoughts, making him face it with one ear perked to listen while the other scans for potential threats. “So....I’m not complaining or anything, but why did
you direct me here? How did you know that I was not infected, or just a violent Pokémon. I could have killed you if I was infected, or even hungry....” While Narron reiterates his question, the basic idea brings up the Raichu’s interest. After he finishes, Shaka speaks his mind. “I saw you in the storm, running madly from the Glalie’s cave. You looked fearful--even distraught.” And then it strikes him as to why the Bulbasaur had acted that way. Maybe he had companions?
With an attitude that does not betray his suspicions, he finishes his reply. “I couldn’t have left you in weather that would have easily killed your species. Call it a guilt trip if you want.”
Not satisfied with the answer, the plant reptile admonishes him for such daring actions. It may be true that it was risky, but that was something Shaka was fully aware of. “Well,” Shaka shrugs, giving his blunt reason, “who says I trust you? I was actually pre-planning to murder you if you were
an Infected or some simple killer. It’s easy to see when a person wants to kill you--you just got to look for the right things.” To affirm his position in the argument, Shaka growls as ferociously as his fellow’s stomach. Letting the tail die out so that his lower body is shrouded in darkness, he grins sadistically. He arises from his lying position and hovers upright, his cloak masking most of his form into the shadows. Under the powerful gloom, he displays a calmly maniacal disposition. “I may not be the cruelest person in the world, but trying to kill me would be a very bad mistake. Your blood would be plastered to these walls faster than you could imagine.”
As his brief and sudden warning ends, he eases down his emotions. His mad and intimidating attitude fades away into composure and sanity, while he floats back down onto all fours. “I don’t want to fight you if I do not have to, though. So let’s try to keep our thoughts away from the idea of eating each other.” The light of his tail comes back, although it is significantly dimmer in order to conserve energy. Again the Bulbasaur’s stomach growls, even after his threatening display. With partial empathy he considers the hunger. His fatigue has receded, and I feel like I could devour an entire Miltank!
“After this respite, we need to scout out this Pokémon Center. The cold climate of this structure may have preserved food somewhere, and aside from a Chansey there does not appear to be any other Undead here. The main entrance was frozen solid when I got here, and the air smells still. After that, we can try and find another hideaway since the Glalie will surely return to see if I have died.”
((OOC: POST, WHY YOU SO LONG?))