Slateport City || Morning | 3
“Oh good, good for you!” The lupine’s temperament is pathetic, yet somehow understandable. “Go and do it then and leave me alone. Go on, piss off! And stop calling me Mightyena, I have a name you know! Not that there’s any point in telling you.” Too bad he was already in the process of leaving the tantrum-throwing beast alone, striding past the Murkrow at a safe distance and towards the Pokémon Center ruins. He stops, though, as the Mightyena now directs his pathetic rage at the Murkrow as well, making him turn his head back to look with disgust at the enraged lupine. “You too. Go flying back to Johto or wherever the hell you’re from. And if I catch either of you looting my shed I swear to Arceus that I’ll kill you. Got it?” After shedding a few tears which run as droplets of blood, the Murkrow squawks a retort. “Keep your spite to yourself, you damned brute. Remember that you will only receive what you put out into the world.”
The bird takes to the air, flying to apparently relieve its sorrows. It is sad, yes, but the Scolipede has more pressing tasks to think about: Like finding a source of food in this city. He steps upon the main concrete pathway on his way towards the other buildings, his claws making tromping noises as they move from the stone to the grass. Maybe there is something left to scavenge in this town, that the Mightyena has not managed to hoard already.
He has been aware of the bird’s aerial wandering ever since it started upwards, making occasional glances to make sure it is not daring anything against him. He stops close to the miscellaneous mortar and ceiling tiles that vaguely mark where the town’s Pokémon Center once stood. Down comes the avian, stopping a few feet to his right. Although he is aware of its dangerousness--being it Undead--he is curious of what the creature has to ask or say. “I apologize friend....But would you allow me to accompany you? I-I don’t want to be alone.”
That is something he has to think about for a moment. Clicking the purple-colored spurs lining his upper body in thought, he considers how the other Infected he was with acted. The Primeape showed that people can stand the Infection for a long time before breaking from mental damage. A dark creature like this bird could possibly survive even longer....
After a long moment of thought, after weighing the consequences, he gives his decision with caution. “I know that you are infected, Murkrow. Before I accept your company, know that you’d better keep your mind straight. I will kill quickly and mercilessly if you dare try and strike at me.”
The Scolipede shrugs his front legs, dismissing his aggression. “But if you can respect me and control those urges, then you may follow."
In a quieted voice he privately speaks to him, the oceanic noise and the light, weakly miasmatic wind hiding his comment from the keen-eared Mightyena.
"Besides--maybe if we find another person, they will not have a Cacnea shoved up their ass like fluffy back there."
Passing by the infected bird, he moves towards a distant, large structure past the ruined Pokemart's left. A flipped boat sits beside it, and it does not look like the building has taken too much damage aside from a few holes and scorch marks.