"Right. You girls go git settled, and we'll come back with more food t' hold us over. All right, Royce, where should we head off to first?"
Royce gave a curt nod to Raven as she left into the house to provide decent companionship to his flirtatious mate, watching her leave before turning his attention to his own partner. Staring at the ground-type a moment, processing that god-awful accent of his, the Arbok eventually managed a poor excuse for a smile.
“The outskirts, I suppose,” He responded, gesturing towards the East of the city which gave way to a path of greenery. That was where he’d found the last couple Rattata and from what he could recollect, he was sure he’d caught sight of some sparse berry bushes. Forked tongue darting from his mouth, the serpent raised his head in a bid to catch any dangerous scents on the air. Fortunately, there were none. Shame. It would be so much easier to simply launch ‘Jack’ at one of the undead and be done with his infuriating presence.
Beginning to slither away, not waiting for any response from the Sandslash, Royce remained civil towards a company he had already chosen to despise.
“So, Jack,” Such a commoner’s name. “You’re from Orre, are you? A common thief, I presume,” He gave an aristocratic chortle, remembering the place overrun with gangs from his past voyages into that wasteland. Oh yes, he could imagine the ground-type’s life now. Smirking to himself, he awaited to see whether his predictions were proven correct.
Rose had found the Rattata remains relatively quickly – the huge blood splatter on the wall marking a beacon to where the ‘food’ lay. Nose wrinkling in distaste at the gory remains of the rodent, the Dragonair opted to lightly grasp in the tip of her tail. She stared down at it a moment, wondering what sort of life this piece of meat had before Royce had mercilessly slaughtered it. A light cough was quick to draw her from her sorrowful ponderings.
“So Rose, what's your story? Are you and Royce from around here? And how'd you wind up with Jack?”
The bombardment of questions were a little unexpected to say the least, the soft-spoken dragon left open-mouthed in her initial response. Clueless of where to start, such daunting questions were usually directed towards Royce and so the female was left thinking what he would approve of her revealing. He’d always been a private creature and were he to learn she’d been spilling so-called ‘secrets’ of their lives, he would only get angry. Smiling at the female, she hurriedly regained her composure.
“Yes, well, mainly. I was born in Unova, but I’ve spent most of my life here, in Hoenn. Royce and I shared the same trainer,” Her smile grew at the memory of past years. He’d been such a gentleman then – of course, he still was; at least, when in company. “As for Jack, we met him not five minutes before you… well, fell out of the sky,” Chuckling lightly, she gestured towards the half a Rattata within her tail. “Here,”