| Dendemille Town | Dawn |
Green tried to consider all of her options. Had she not strained Flamey enough already she could have him carry her over the landscape. Blasty could likely bulldoze through the chewn land with her atop him, but the movement would be no faster and her partner was not a fan of the cold weather. There wasn't an appropriate transformation nearby, but Ditty wouldn't last long regardless, making it moot. Jiggly...? She groaned; was she truly considering burdening her Pokemon because of some broken asphalt? How many places had she traveled that were in far
worse conditions? Moving her hand away from her Pokeballs she swore to rely on herself and allow them rest unless absolutely necessary.
Yet, as they walked the path only seemed to worsen. Broken streets started to slant, and the evidence of landslides stacked higher and higher as the damage multiplied. Buildings broken by time, nature, and desperate hands, items and objects fallen in the streets. Streetlamps lay shattered, the glittering glass having long since lost its shimmer as it dulled from wear. They passed multiple beat up vehicles, many of which were toppled or carried by the shifting earth and no longer in their last resting place. ”That smell, humans used that near the ice caverns before the curse came. I’m not familiar with what you humans call it but it makes it tougher for mightyena packs to hunt for food.”
The Mightyena commented as he sniffed them, his sense of smell likely the most sensitive of them all. How interesting that rotten gasoline and crude motor oil had a permeating scent after so long. If she didn't have Flamey scavenging such a substance would be life saving and precious, and having a Pokemon that could scout it would be invaluable, but thankfully it was one human resource she did not have to rely on.
Though he was not speaking directly to her Green did not look at Maka as he spoke. His tone did not illicit judgement or blame, just facts and the reality that he had faced. "Its called gasoline."
She informed him, her tone dry and emotionless. "Its necessary for a lot of machines to function, and certain types of lights to work."
Conveniences of life taken for granted, but realized to be unnecessary as she carried on without them. She thought to comment on her race, on human's needs for innovation to survive in such a harsh place where Pokemon used evolution, but Green held her tongue. Those days were long past, and any surviving humans would be unable to carry on such damage.
Side stepping long weeds that had grown freely in the cracked streets and survived the harsh temperatures Green knew that nature had long since taken advantage of humans disappearance and started its personal recovery. So many places looked better in a natural sense, even if this once cozy town was now in disarray. Looking at it through the eyes of wild Pokemon, or natural world as a whole, she knew her feelings on the change were in the minority. ”There’s two areas we could go but one will take longer than the other. One being some very tall grass but since I haven’t walked through it in a while, it might be taller or withered but there’s too much of a risk of an ambush. The other is following a stream, it might take longer but its the least dangerous and its pretty wide open making it easy to see if any threats try to approach."
"I’d probably say we might need to take the safer route so that we don’t run into any trouble.”
Drake responded thoughtfully to her question, showing a very general direction for each path in question. Green narrowed her gaze, considering the minimal information given to her. She found it hard to believe that any grass to could grow tall in this environment, though height was subjective especially with such small Pokemon in tow. It'd have to be thick, scrubby weeds, a hardy kind which would make travel slow alongside unpleasant. Moving through that would be too noisy for an ambush.
Perhaps Drake was referring to some past experience and letting it cloud his judgement. He didn't say much on the actual path, whether it was some alley or a small field they'd crossing, and it left a lot for her to be hesitant of.
The other option he gave was a bit more clear cut; its a winding path along a waterway without much cover, something slow but they could see what they are in for. Green's face twisted with thought. She had seen telltale signs of a river when flying overhead, did this stream bleed into it or was the Charmeleon simply referring to it as such? Water out here would be more dangerous than regular rivers.
Not that she planned to fall in, but she would be prudent to think of all possible risks. "With how unstable the soil is around here following the water could be just as unsafe."
She finally responded to the Charmeleon while still weighing the options. The banks falling away sounded unlikely,but it was still very possible. "And it being too open could leave us just as exposed as any threat."
Despite her negative outlook she was only pointing out issues with the information she was given, and was neither swayed nor opposed to the ideas. "We can be hit with an ambush just as easily here in the city."
She argued, bringing her thoughts back to the first point, "But at least we have cover and terrain to work with."
Though she had been to the one to ask thinking about it aloud made Green doubt the concept of changing course. "The pros and cons don't make either particularly better other than energy use."