[ooc: I lob Lev's font color @w@][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Pacifidlog Town | Early Afternoon
"... What real supplies do we need?" The Magikarp listened in quiet thought, and he had to admit - while Francis and himself were restricted to the shoreline, Yusei could easily slither over onto dry land and do what they could not. W-well, there's no 'I' in t-teamwork!
Lev thought in determination, his eyes flitting from each sunken building to another. He wondered for a moment if there may be dangerous foes lying about, but soon after he dismissed it with a wave of his fin. What could be a worse enemy in this stranded world than yourself? There's c-certainly an 'I' in isolation...
Francis suggested that he would be the one to pick the building they scavenge through first. The prospect of such an honor thrilled the little Fish Pokemon, doing a small circle in his excitement. Settling down, Lev peered at one household, to the next, and doing so until his eyes landed on the building in the center of Pacifidlog - the Pokemon Center. G-glub, I hope the inf-fected haven't gotten to it.
The Magikarp would easily admit any day that he is scared stiff of the living dead, as well as their barbaric ways. Pondering on that, the orange fish could barely even believe that the very undead that threatened to eat him without thought were actually living breathing beings once."The b-building with the orange r-roof, the uh, P-Pokemon Center!"
He stuttered the words, breaking his train of thought as he placed himself in the present. The last thing Lev would want right now was to let Francis watching him stare blankly! Smiling meekly a the Tentacruel, the Magikarp began to make his way over to the Pokemon Center, when he heard the sounds of battle occurring just a little ways off. Glub?!
The water type started at the noises, but it was all too soon settled and things quieted down again. It left Leviathan unsettled still, however."W-what do you think that w-was?"
He asked Francis, paddling just closer to the other fish for assistance on this predicament. Wasn't that the direction that Yusei had gone towards? Was it possible that the Milotic could be in danger? Anxiety was beginning to get the best of him, but with a deep breath the Magikarp forced himself to remain calm, and await to see if there were anymore disturbances in that direction.