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- Age : 36
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- Post n°676
Drake could tell where Green was coming from and it has been a while since he last traveled through that grass, Of course though being younger and smaller was half of that ordeal before the undead was even heard of. Though he has been attacked by smaller pokemon and sometimes pecked at by several fletchlings. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to go through that area again but they would have to stay well on guard. Then he remembered that Maka can smell things as well so it would likely give them an advantage if there are undead nearby. Drake then thought about Clover, sure, she’s undead but she can tell when there’s a hostile undead near. The only problem is that the cold might make her less active and might give them a slowdown. With the storm approaching, they’d have to consider the hinderance from the weather.
Maka wondered what gasoline looked like but the smell was something he didn’t like at all. It made bad hunts and horrible outcomes for hunting packs. Yet she described what its used for which Maka could only take it as everyday human things. Regardless she answered the question and that was good enough for him. ”Its used for human machinery and lights? You humans are interesting.” Though he wouldn’t want to bring a human into a pack of mightyena since they’d view her as an outsider and a threat. Regardless, he will take the knowledge he has when the day comes he rebuilds his pack as the new alpha.
Drake gives a light smile before smelling the gas a bit. Fire attacks would be dangerous to use right now since he wouldn’t know if the gas was from cars leaking it from the landslide or if a pipe was ruptured during the time. ”Considering what you said Green, I did see these large gasoline tanks get put in a couple years ago but chances are that they’re either ran dry or shut off.” To be honest, he seen the size of them and these wasn’t the ordinary ones set out by homesteads or put on some buildings. These was the type that scientists would have to use for lab work. Regardless, he had to lead the way. ”I’ll lead the way then to that tall grassy spot. Its been a while but if it all withered or windswept, then we’re in luck.” The Charmeleon said as he started leading them.
- Age : 27
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- Post n°677
Dendemille Town || Dawn
Clover 107 || Kolven 87
As the damage evened out a little bit on their path Kolven could only give a relieved sigh. No doubt it was temporary, but clambering over stones and debris was a good way to quickly tire them out. Thankful for even a small stretch of flat ground he took in a deep breathe and simply tried to enjoy the journey.
Maka started to break away from the rest and sniff the refuse that lined and obstructed their path. ”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 hunting tougher for mightyena packs to hunt for food.” The tossed vehicle sparked no interest in the cats, it was something they had seen many times over, but Kolven could understand the interest a deep wilds Pokemon would take in it. "Its called gasoline. Its necessary for a lot of machines to function, and certain types of lights to work." Green answered his pondering though no question was asked. ”Its used for human machinery and lights? You humans are interesting.” Kolven nodded with agreement, adding on his own addition to the thought. "That things called a car. It helps humans get around quickly since they can't travel as well as we can." Clover quickly shot him a glance, perhaps for speaking out of turn or incorrectly, but the molly did not correct his statement to her liking. She simply looked away, and with a small wiggle leaped onto the toppled car for to get a better vantage point. Her ruby eye narrowed; for what she could see it did not get better.
"Is there another route in better shape?" The human was quick to ask, Kolven's prior statement validated though he knew better than to react to it. Clover's tail was thumping the roof of the car, a hollow thunk sounding with each hit that only spread a grin across his maw. After a moment to consider other options Drake offered alternatives to walking straight through the town. Simply nodding along with the information the feline was not partial to any one choice. He felt confident that all the paths balanced out in a since of time versus energy, and past that it was more of preference. Plus, of them all, Green was likely the one to struggle the most through rough terrain, and it made since for her to seek alternatives. She asked, but she hasn't complained. The girl was tough, he realized, as any human had to be to survivor this world.
Green contemplated the options aloud, though Kolven could not tell which side she was favoring. Eventually, she seemed to double back on herself, and resigned the idea away with a, "The pros and cons don't make either particularly better other than energy use." Once again feeling validated Kolven leaped onto the car beside Clover and looked for any sign of the paths Drake mentioned. The molly had her gaze locked on something far away, her tail twitching impatiently, but she gave no comment on what. "Any route sounds fine to me." He chimed in lightly, the easy-going cat willing to do anything.
Without any harsh pull in any one direction Jack took it upon himself to make the ultimate choice. ”Looks like we’ll have to take the path through the grass, but seeing the way the ground is, chances are that the tall grass is either windswept and low enough for us to have somewhat of an opening. Or it could still be tall enough to give us some cover. Either way, we’ll still have to fight.”
With a nonchalant shrug the tomcat gently nudged his sister to encourage her off the car. Whatever had her attention was not letting up, but eventually Clover hopped down and he was quick to follow. "I'd rather have a fight with some grass than something with fangs." He murmurs, stretching his legs and readying himself to continue on. With no complaints from the group, thanks to the lack of a certain fox, Drake nodded and accepted the decision as is. ”I’ll lead the way then to that tall grassy spot. Its been a while but if it all withered or windswept, then we’re in luck.” Shifting their path to head away from the primary road the group started to work its way through side streets. Kolven was grateful already for the lack of massive concrete slabs, through the areas overall condition was not much better. If the current damage persisted he considered what could be present in the coming field. Unearted boulders, big roots, lotta little hills, maybe. Nothing they couldn't handle, he assured himself. Tossing his head back to check the sky the feline starting to feel the pricklings of hesitation due to the cloud cover. Despite needing food the awaiting storm was their current biggest threat, and they could only travel safely with permitted weather.
Kolven shook the thought away. Positivity and conversation made for light travel, no matter how tedious the environment. "This town seems pretty forlorn. You ever get lonely out here, Drake?" He asked, trying to stir some sort of chatter. In hindsight, it wasn't the most warming topic, but it was the first the cat could think of.
- Age : 28
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- Post n°678
| Dendemille Town | Morning |
”Considering what you said Green, I did see these large gasoline tanks get put in a couple years ago, but chances are that they’re either ran dry or shut off.” Green perked a brow at the Charmeleon's words, the language in which she was still in disbelief about. Large gas lines in a quiet town like this? She couldn't imagine the need for heavy machinery and vehicles here; it was likely for general housing and heating needs. She had already accepted her lack of need for gas, but the idea of digging down for underground pipelines that may be long dry was enough to put her off the idea for good. "Probably not worth the effort." She breathes while picking her way past large pieces of debris. Though she had not been in the mansion these Pokemon had been clustered in front of Green doubted they could effectively understand or use such a precious material, and she'd be damned to go through the effort for nothing.
”Looks like we’ll have to take the path through the grass but seeing the way the ground is, chances are that the tall grass is either windswept and low enough for us to have somewhat of an opening, or it could still be tall enough to give us some cover. Either way, we’ll still have to fight.”
The lead Pokemon was quick to announce his decision while keeping any reasoning to himself. Had it been her rational that effected his choice? While Green had asked previously who the leader was, it begged the question if Jack only had ultimate say rather than any power. So far the Pokemon seemed to be fairly equal, Drake leading them on their trek with his knowledge, and the healthy Meowth and Mightyena filling the void with conversation. How would they fair when the hard choices arrived, when their friend fell, could they have prevented it with proper guidance? Green pushed the hair out of her eyes; these were not questions that concerned her.
"I'd rather have a fight with some grass than something with fangs." Kolven added nonchalantly, his casual tone picking a nerve with her. "If there is something to fight." She corrected both Pokemon sternly. It would be ignorant to believe there was no danger out here, but being so presumptuous would cause the group to be excessively on edge. Caution aided survival, but being constantly on pins and needles would lead to panic and poor decisions. Be wary, but stay calm. If they did not know this key to survival by now, legends Green didn't know how any of them had survived.
Regardless, the decision was made, and the group was quick to reroute its course after Drake's lead. Green had no fear of grass; she was the tallest among them, and something so pitiful was a barrier to no one. A fire hazard perhaps, and camouflage for small, weak threats, but it never stood a chance at hindering their progress. With a grunt and a shrug Green acquiesced that these Pokemon must see it as a problem because they were so small. Why not just burn it down? Not while they were walking through it of course, but it would remove this faux hazard completely.
But, she ignored it. Again, it was not a problem for her, and if she had to she would scout from above the grass. As their route became more and more rural an odd sense of nostalgia hit the girl. Such simple, barren roads, trodden paths so similar to the starts of her journey. There was no doubt her home was in rough shape like this place, albeit without evidence of landslides. Were random Pokemon wandering through it right now as well? "This town seems pretty forlorn. You ever get lonely out here, Drake?" Kolven asked, the feeling of loneliness being mutual. Were those theoretical Pokemon alone, or was there unsavory company? Somber yet stern, Green stared blankly before her as they walked, her fingers itching for her Pokeballs though she did not call to one of her friends. Did her partners ever think of the home that no longer existed..? At least we will make good time on this route.
- Age : 36
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- Post n°679
OoC)) Skip, Jack goes silent as he wants to listen to Drake's answer to Kolven's question and Finn just stands outside over Ark's grave contemplating on his own actions.
- Age : 36
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- Post n°680
Drake was leading them towards the tall grass but thanks to his height now, it wasn't as tall as he remembered it. Still, it was tall enough to hide any potential threats. Yet they was a pretty capable group when they work together. "This town seems pretty forlorn. You ever get lonely out here, Drake?" That question kind hit hard. He knew just about everyone in Dendemille but when the outbreak came, everyone just up and left. The feeling of isolation had bothered him when he seen how empty the once lively town was now. The damage from undead attacks, natural disasters, nobody was around to clean this up. A sad look was on the charmeleon's face when he thought about it. The pain he felt was just wanting to make him weep but with the storm slowly getting closer, he had no time to weep.
Maka was sniffing around as they was traveling. A scent would help if trouble was nearby but nothing was catching his attention. Taking his attention back to the sky, the mightyena felt the wind and sniffed the air a bit more. Nothing has changed with the air as timing was still spot on. he heard Kolven's question as well and wanted to hear what Drake had to say. Seeing the expression on his face though, it wasn't going to be a happy one.
Drake took a deep breath before telling Kolven. "This town used to be lively sometimes when it came to a certain day in the summer but since this all began, its been abandoned. Not a single soul around and nobody here to talk with. I had a lot of good memories of this town though. We used to come to that house over there and get a slice of Oran Berry Pie from an old lady who lived there." The fire type said as he pointed to the moderately damaged house. Those pies was never a miss when it came to the delicious factor. Drake then continued. "Things kind of hurt when the whole world got turned upside down. At least though that I have good memories of this town. When we get back, I'll show you guys some of the pictures." He said as his frown started to turn to a smile. At least he can share something with them. One thing he'd like though is if he could make the oran berry pie himself but unfortunately, it isn't easy to make with sharp claws.
- Age : 27
Posts : 2325
- Post n°681
Dendemille Town || Morning
Clover 108 || Kolven 88
"This town used to be lively sometimes when it came to a certain day in the summer, but since this all began its been abandoned. Not a single soul around and nobody here to talk with. I had a lot of good memories of this town though. We used to come to that house over there and get a slice of Oran Berry Pie from an old lady who lived there." Kolven did not need to see Drake's face to feel the sadness in his words. This town clearly meant a lot to him, so much so he had not abandoned it even as the world went to ruin and there was nothing left here for him aside from memories. Though he did not directly say it Kolven could surmise Drake had spent most if not all of his life in this little town. To be fair, so had he until the epidemic hit, but he knew the overwhelming feeling that came from the unknown. To stay here and linger, even in the grips of this world and endless loneliness.. it was a heart-wrenching fate.
"Things kind of hurt when the whole world got turned upside down. At least I have good memories of this town though. When we get back, I'll show you guys some of the pictures." Nodding politely, Kolven was grateful Drake turned his own thoughts around so they would not be lingering in sadness. "I'd like that," he purred, imagining the tale that went with each. "I'd love to see this sleepy town in its prime." Towns like this were always popular to 'get away from it all' for Saffron's residents when they weren't going for something bougie. "I wish I had photos of my home. It was a city that never slept. There was always something to do or see, every few feet was like a new world." Parties, glamour, movies, clubs, restaurants, boutiques, malls, entertainment... it was impossible to be bored back in those wanderlust days. "There was so much good and interesting food.. It was like a currency for my family but that didn't make it any less delicious. Such a shame to lose that art to this sickness."
Kicking small pebbles across the trodden road as he walked Kolven could not help but miss those familiar paved streets, the constant colorful lights, and the sound of life buzzing around him. "When things got bad my we intended to stay, but the disease had other plans for my family." His tone went solemn, like a heavy sigh despite how vague the cat was with his words. Clover started to growl, her displeasure at the reminder clear as she glared at her brother, but the tom did not apologize for mentioning it. "When we find our sister, is it even worth it to head back...?" It wouldn't be the same. No people, no buzz, his brothers were gone, his parents dead. They could just keep traveling-- Kolven tipped his orange gaze toward Clover and forced back into his present reality. She was unwell, her time limited. Would she even make it back home...?
Clover did not respond further, instead hobbling a little bit quicker to stay at the front of the group. There was no point, she thought vaguely, without the people, pokemon, or family. While familiar that vacant city was no different than any other. Her blood boiled at the thought, angered that the comfort of home would never exist, that that place was tainted by the loss of her family, of Arsi, of her life. A growl started to rise in her throat, the memory simultaneously vague and crystal clear. "...Its tainted anyway." She rasped, tail thrashing in memory. It would never be the same.
- Age : 28
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- Post n°682
| Dendemille Town | Morning |
Drake spoke of a time long past, of days long dead that would never return. The sorrow that resonated on his words was palpable, but Green gave no reaction to it. This Pokemon was not well adjusted, she realized, and was not meandering in this town out of nostalgia. It was a miracle he had survived this long and, assuming this group had only recently formed, had not succumb to the mental hardship of being isolated and alone. "Things kind of hurt when the whole world got turned upside down. At least I have good memories of this town though. When we get back, I'll show you guys some of the pictures." While his voice held a positive shift the sadness in the air had not cleared. "I'd like that. I'd love to see this sleepy town in its prime." Kolven responded, sounding genuine and empathetic. "Don't get lost in them." She warned both Pokemon, already sick of this conversation. "Reality will be all the harder to face."
Realizing her additions to a conversation she was not a part of were not helpful Green shut her trap. There was little else to distract her aside from her own intrusive memories, and thus she was forced to continue listening. "There was so much good and interesting food.. It was like a currency for my family but that didn't make it any less delicious. Such a shame to lose that art to this sickness." Food.. good gods she missed prepared food. Just the convenience of being able to purchase food, or have a constant, reliable source was such a luxury she had taken for granted. The lack of spices, fried food, frozen stuff, baked goods... while she missed them dearly it was nothing compared to always knowing you would have your next meal available. Even now they were literally on a search for food, and in such barren country a missed meal could easily tip one towards death.
"When things got bad my we intended to stay, but the disease had other plans for my family." More sob stories she had heard a million times over. Sharing ones pain built camaraderie, but these Pokemon were delving into the pain instead of accepting it. "When we find our sister, is it even worth it to head back...?" Heading back? To what, an empty hearth with nothing recoverable from the good memories? "Being wherever you used to live wont bring the happy times back, it'll just remind you of everything you lost." She scorned bitterly, her dark eyes glaring at the conversing Pokemon. "'Home' is where you choose to make it, to build your new life. Don't let the past block your future."
- Age : 36
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- Post n°683
Hearing Drake's story made quite a sad but true point. Looking around the town with the destroyed buildings from either pokemon smashing into the walls, was set on fire or even both. Though Green sounded a bit cold, she was right though. This was their reality now and the undead would continue to be encountered until they are killed or they prevail. Jack looked over to Clover seeing that she suffered quite a lot if she was alive as the undead doomed her to what she is now. No, there has to be some undead that are still themselves while keeping their destructive under control. The Pikachu might not know if such do exist but if there was any, he would guess that each day is a struggle to keep their appetite under control. "Being wherever you used to live wont bring the happy times back, it'll just remind you of everything you lost." Jack started to stew on those words. Even though Green might be his ticket to return home, it was not something he wanted to do right now. In fact, its better he doesn't know what happened. "'Home' is where you choose to make it, to build your new life. Don't let the past block your future."
Finn walks around outside looking for a large stone from outside the yard to place as a tombstone for Ark. Whether he could find one or not would only be by luck. There was none around. Guess they'll just have to remember where he is buried at. That was until a board big enough to just place as a tombstone was leaning on the fence in a corner was ripe for the taking. "You'll do. Sorry Ark, couldn't find any stones. This will at least help the others find you." The Braixen had went over and grabbed it seeing it was just the right size and nothing was on it. Getting back to the grave, Finn placed the board on the grave and pushed down just enough to leave an imprint on the ground. He placed the board down and turned to the pile that was not used. Blowing fire on the snow that was accumulating over the pile had melted enough for Finn to use his psychic powers to get some dirt. Going back to the board, he places it it standing up before using his psychic powers to put the dirt around the board to hold it in place. Now to wait for the others to come back.
The Pikachu looked over to Green then nods. "I get what you're saying Green. I've lost enough to know that going back to where we once lived would only bring despair. Yet I do know that some others might use that despair to be their call to save others from the same fate. As for home though, I've heard that saying from my trainer before this happened. So I can't argue with that." The past might hurt and impede the future but what can the past offer on the future that would help them? It was up to them to decide on that alone. Nobody but themselves can make their own paths. "There's some lessons from the past that can help us in the future but in truth, it's up to what we use from the past that will make us stronger. Not saying we should just up and forget everything from the past. If we disregard the past as a whole though, I'm sure that the same events would play out in the future if we just ignored the signs."
- Age : 36
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- Post n°684
Lamenting on the past had made Drake somewhat sad but he knows that someday the humans will return to Dendemille and it'll be lively again. However it would look quite different to what Drake knows. Upon hearing Green's statement though, it made him feel that she had gone through quite a lot since this all began. Drake understood where Green was coming from when she said all that. A Pokemon trainer doesn't back down from challenges nor do they fear anything. Rae already shown that part before she left. Green would be much more than what Rae is. From what Drake could see, Green is like a hero from one of the novels that his trainer's father reads. One part of him wanted to ask if she's a hero but the other part of him wanted to resist and treat her like another person who is fighting for survival as well. Then he hears Jack talk and he was right as well. How does this Pikachu know so much and how has he fought so much? The world may never know but what he could tell, that electric type is no pushover.
Maka knows the feeling of home is where you make it all too well. Mightyena packs don't consider one place their home. "A moral that packs like mine has always taken. It was by choice that most stayed but others scatter about to make new packs of their own. I was to make a new pack but I already found it. Home is everywhere if that makes sense." The Mighyena said as he was sniffing around for anything worth the time to search.
Drake looked at Kolven hearing of what he said. "When we find our sister, is it even worth it to head back...?" He wished he had the answer for that but only thing he could think of is that he'd only be returning to what is essentially hell. "I don't know what will await there if you do Kolven. The chances the undead would be likely waiting and nothing would be safe for anyone. I get what Green and Jack are saying. I'm guessing though that Green experienced quite a lot so I think she has her reasons." He then looks at Green. A soft smile came from him. "Green, thanks. Maybe sometime later I'll return the favor." Not long afterwards he seen the farm that was likely to have food for their survival. "There it is. Just to let you know, there's a beedrill that lives on the farm. Just let me do the talking first so I can tell him who everyone is." Honestly he wanted to tell more but all he knows is that this beedrill goes to another homestead that some eeveelution breeders live at.
- Age : 27
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- Post n°685
Dendemille Town || Morning
Clover 109 || Kolven 89
"Don't get lost in them. Reality will be all the harder to face." Green bit back, budding harsh reality into the positivity they had nurtured. Kolven felt himself cringe away from the words. They were nothing new, a known fact and honest truth, but it didn't make it any easier to take. "There's a moral that packs like mine have always taken. It was by choice that most stayed but others scatter about to make new packs of their own. I was to make a new pack but I already found it. Home is everywhere if that makes sense." Nodding thoughtfully the cat mulled over the canine's words as he pushed past the cringe. "Very true." He purred, hoping he had gleaned the right meaning from the message. "That's an enlightening way to live." In a way he left the same. Traveling about with Clover he never felt lost or that he needed a certain destination. He had what he needed, and returning to that place would not change anything for him.
"I don't know what will await you there if you do Kolven. Chances are the undead would likely be waiting and nothing would be safe for anyone." With a solemn gaze tipped toward the frosty sky the Meowth let out a dejected sigh. Hurrying to Clover's side he fell in line at her flank. "Yeah, I know it won't be the same, or safe. But the good memories outweigh the bad, and it might give our sister some peace of mind." Was Arsi's mental state really as bad as Clover remembered..? She had always been so put together, relaxed but attentive. It was so hard to imagine her struggling so severely. With an awkward laugh he threw a smile back at the Charmeleon. "Guess she find to find her first to ask though."
Perhaps the gesture was offensive, as Clover was quick to hobble away. Her awkward steps sped up, pushing her off into the grass and further and further out of sight. "Hey, stay close!" The male warned, cranking his neck up to keep an eye on her, but the molly did not slow down. As she tromped through the grass her maw was agape, tongue lolling as she drank in the scents of the land. The dead wash of grass and wet smell of the light snow smothered all and made a growl rise in the feline's throat. Who could hunt here?! As she crested a minuscule hill and peered above the tussocks Drake's voice yipped above the rest. "There it is. Just to let you know, there's a beedrill that lives on the farm. Just let me do the talking first so I can tell him who everyone is."