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Slateport City, Southeastern Building || Late Morning | 11
Hauberk continued to enjoy the Augavs; there were eight in the crate, and they were all cleaned out within just a minute or so. After finishing the last one, he looks back up to Shadow, who growled his impatience regarding the murkrow, Sem. He raises his neck back up, and offers his own opinion. “Indeed. Murkrow are tenacious liars. He may be sincere, but I have met people who are just as deceitful as him.” The Scolipede steps back to the large hole in the structure, looking out to see if the Murkrow is returning.
He observes a tall and pale being slither out of a far off building, all the way at the left side of the city’s forest exit. Even from that distance, he can judge that it is even larger than himself. It does not look to be infected or undead, which is a good thing considering how dangerous it might be. It heads off towards them, but does not notice them as it looks around and then heads into the Pokémon Market building. Hauberk can recall just vaguely what the creature is--was it called Milotic? If he can also remember, it is a pure water-type.
In the distance he can also see something else come out of the same structure, accompanied by the small black crow, Sem. But Hauberk is more preoccupied on paying attention to the large, green serpent that accompanies him. It fills him with discontent just by discerning it. Its intricately colored body, that natural perk to its posture, the obnoxiously vivid colors. No. Just no. Fuck no. What he sees is a Serperior--one of those boastful, arrogant, upstuck grass snakes that he loathes and despises so much. A quiet, bass grumble comes from the bug, as he glares at it from the darkness of the building. “A damned Serperior. And I would expect all of those pompous snakes to be dead by now.” The serpent looks to be actually quite frightened by the city around him, almost as if he has not seen what has happened to the world. How could that even be possible? It has been quite a while since this dreadful epidemic has come.
He clicks his antennae with irritation, not enjoying the introduction of two beings even larger than himself. Wary of the situation, he speaks to the Mightyena. “I would hate to blow our cover, but maybe you should head back to your shed? I shall follow, if you would approve of it. You have this Scolipede’s word that I will not take your food.” He gives a small nod of respect, as he considers any other problems that could arise. “Besides, that Zoroark from the fight may be seeking out other Undead, so staying together may hinder its plans. I would not dismiss it as a simple beast.” The insect steps near the exit, ready to go off in the direction of Shadow’s shed if he is permitted to. He respects the Mightyena, both in his attitude and in his prowess. Not to mention he is possibly the only person worthy of his trust here. The Murkrow may be nice, even sincere, but he is still infected. And Hauberk is not going to let him get a chance at infecting himself as well--he needs to keep himself well until he can find his dearest sister. Besides, these two newcomers could cause massive problems, especially since they may eat even more than he does. They look inexperienced in this hostile, brutal world.
((OOC: lol, originally the Pokémart was torn down, but I guess we could say that it was not :b It may be better that way. Also, radiohead, I made it so that Hauberk did not notice Carrie coming out, if that is fine with you.))