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Pale Horizon; [ vivek + winifred ]
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Morningstar Jun 14 2011, 05:21 PM Post #1
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or, Observations of the Wilds, with special notes on the hunting behaviour of Pinsir.




"Dear Mom and Dad: It's really beautiful here," he wrote, pausing with his pen poised over the paper as he examined what he'd written. Verdant eyes flicked up, gazing into space over the top of the placid pond beside which he said - just like a metaphor for his own experiences so far. Calm on the surface, reflective of the environment around it... but ultimately, what lurked in the depths was concealed by an innocuous image of natural sights and sounds. An exotic birdcall ripped through the untamed land, causing Sam to jump a little, head whipping around. He was near enough to the path he was meant to be following to find his way, but there was no mistaking that he was in the wilderness - his run-in with a Pinsir earlier had rammed that point home. He'd nearly had his leg sliced open by its horrendous pincers, its horn-laden dive scratching his leg as the wild bug had tried to snap him up. If he'd been just a second slower in hearing its rustling approach, Sam realized that his leg would likely have been broken in several places. More than that, the voracious creature would probably have sated itself on his organs by now, dissolving them into edible gunk via its corrosive saliva.

Touching pen to paper, he continued, "I know you're worried, but everything is fine."

"You were right about one thing, though! It's weird being so far from home. I keep expecting to wake up in my own bed, or find myself craving some food from Saul's down the block. Everything is new and exciting though - and you know what they say. When in Castelia, do as the Castelians do," he scrawled out, scratching at his leg with his other hand. The afternoon was wearing on, and suddenly Sam found himself yawning, feeling the swell of slightly sticky heat rolling around him like it was lulling him to sleep. Not here, he reminded himself, shaking his head to clear it of the fuzzy feeling that crept at the edge of his consciousness. "Rud and Ace are still a handful. I feel like I'm babysitting sometimes instead of training - but that's what this is all about. Next time you see us, we'll be different people." Folding up the letter around the retracted pen, the trainer got to his feet in the loamy soil of the swamp-like terrain, brushing dirt and debris from his legs as the movement woke him up. Blood moving through his veins again, it was easier to put aside the sluggish temptation to curl up under a tree and become a snack nap, heartbeat surging in his ears against the thrum and buzz of the forest itself.

“Ace, c'mon,” the trainer finally spoke, calling out to his eaglet Pokémon that perched somewhere in a nearby tree. The flying type was headstrong to be sure, but when Sam had seen the little bird in action... he'd known that there was more beneath the surface. The ball of feathers and reckless valor was a curiosity to his trainer - he sought out challenges to hone his skills, tackling risks that were not strictly sane, all to better himself like a metal being refined through the flames of battle. An ungainly sound broke the stillness of the small glade they occupied, leagues from Mt. Arath proper, as Ace took to flight with an ungodly flapping flailing sound like a chicken trying to launch itself airborne. Taking to the air was always a show - and following the five yard drop from the tree he'd been gripping just moments ago with his talons, this was no different. Pulling up at the last moment only feet above the ground, the young eagle chirped deeply as he circled the open space, following the circumfrence of the pond while awaiting commentary from his trainer. “Let's go - remember to keep your eyes peeled,” the human advised. There couldn't be any repeats of earlier: Sam wasn't sure he could deal with another ambush.

Starting to push through the semi-swampy undergrowth, Sam couldn't quite understand it. For all the vanity and pride Ace possessed, for all the headlong dives that the young Pokémon threw himself into, there was an underlying sense of identity and purpose that frightened his trainer. Sam had seen beneath the surface through their time together, and moreso than Rud who had been his starting Pokémon, the Rufflet seemed to complement him in ways he didn't - couldn't - yet grasp. If all Pokémon could share that uncanny sort of bond with their trainers, if they all possessed the same unwavering reason for being hidden beneath eccentricities and individual quirks, then what did that say about a world full of them? Like a reflection of Sam's own deeply-seated insecurities, his bird embodied a destiny embraced. Emerald eyes swept through the vegetation ahead of them, ears attuned to the rhythm of the wilderness he'd been trekking through as he forged toward the road again. The trail itself was barely safer than the brush, but at the very least he knew that eventually someone else would come along if he needed help - or to find what remained of his mangled corpse.

Where it led exactly didn't matter anymore. In the shadow of Mt. Arath, the destination wasn't nearly as important as the journey; namely making it out the other side in one piece. Boots dug into the moist soil as he trekked onward, pushing aside low-hanging branches as Sam found the trail once more, guided by the flitting white and blue shape of Ace who winged through the air several yards ahead. Recklessly racing through the greenery, the stubborn young eagle darted through branches and limbs, swooping on tiny, impossible wings. Brushing aside a daring branch that had grown into the path, the human smiled to himself... feeling as alive and free as his compatriot and look-out. Though the trainer couldn't see much beyond the occasional glimpse of flurrying feathers, Sam knew that Ace had on his most determined expression, eyes set in a challenge to the world that would one day catch up with them. Hopefully, not one day soon.
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Pig_catapult Jun 14 2011, 09:25 PM Post #2
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Vivek was, as might be expected of him, up a mahogany tree along the side of the path with his binoculars, alternately watching the flocks of birds high above and searching the swamp across and below for anything with feathers. Tictoc, ever faithful and watchful, was right beside him, rocking gently from side to side in perfect rhythm, while Squeak excitedly hopped around between branches, amazed by and curious about everything that was so very different from home.

Squeak noticed the Rufflet before Vivek did. She had no idea what a Rufflet was -- she'd never even heard of a Rufflet, in fact, as they aren't native to Johto -- but she thought he seemed new and exciting! She took off with her tiny wings to go greet him.

"Hi! Hi!" she chirped excitedly. "What're you? And, uh, who're you? I'm" -- she clicked her tongue twice in her best approximation of what Vivek called her -- "! Hi!"

By this time Vivek had noticed what was going on, and was absolutely thrilled to see a Rufflet -- he'd only ever read about them in books before, and it was exciting to see one in person -- but at the same time he was worried about Squeak. He set his binoculars down, letting them hang from the strap around his neck, snapped his fingers twice, and tilted his head inquisitively. Squeak?

Squeak heard the finger-snapping and turned to glance over at her worried trainer, which, rather than prompting her to have a little more caution, just gave her an idea for an ice-breaker. "Do you've got a human? I've got a human!"


[Edited for consistency of formatting.]
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This part of the swamp was.... swampier than Winifried had expected. She was glad she packed her heavy-duty boots and she was doubly glad that Figaro could float; she wouldn't have to deal with cleaning him up afterward. At the moment the ghostly candle was sitting atop her head, rotating every so often to make sure that nothing was following them. It was hard for Winifred to keep her head still; even though she trusted her Pokémon's eyes, the habit of looking over her shoulder was hard to kick.

Finally they came to a bit of dryer land. Winifred was pulling her boot out of the mud when Figaro let out a warning squeak. He floated off of her head and toward one of the many trees that lay a little distance away, near a path. Winnifred held her hand over her eyes to keep the glare of the sun from blinding her and squinted at the tree. From where she was, she thought she could see something perched in a tree.

"Is it a Pokémon?" She looked up at Figaro, who shrugged as best he could considering his lack of shoulders. It was tempting to just turn around and continue on their way. Who knew what was sitting up there? It could well be a Pokémon waiting to ambush them. On the other hand, it was vaguely human shaped and as much as Winifred hated to admit it, she missed being around other humans. Exploring was all fine and dandy, but there was a certain comfort in having something familiar around.

"Let's go see." Figaro seemed to like this; he squeaked and sat once more upon her head. Once he was settled, she started on her way.

The tree was bigger than she had thought at first. Now that she was closer, she could see what looked to be a kid sitting in the tree. She waved to him.

"Hallo there! Um." She paused trying to think of something to say. Perhaps it would be easier to talk to him if she was up in the tree with him. Well, assuming he was a "him;" she couldn't tell from where she was. "Hold on," she said, "let me climb up there. If that's okay with you, of course." She watched the kid for his answer.

Figaro spotted the Hoothoot sitting next to the boy. He had heard of Hoothoots before; he had even seen a picture of one in a book. He'd never seen one move before and he wondered if all Hoothoot moved in such an odd way. Figaro moved up through the branches until he was floating a few feet away from the bobbing owl. "'llo there," he said cheerily. "Heeey, do you belong to that guy over there? I belong to that girl down there. I'd be much obliged if you didn't attack us or nothin'. My name's Figaro and you know what I think I'm gonna call you Clocky if you don't mind." He settled himself upon the end of the Hoothoot's branch.
 
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Following a path to nowhere was not the brightest of ideas even in the safest of places; on Tohea, it was nearly suicide. Still, Samuel forged forward through the verdant resistance of plant life and marshy terrain alike, following the guiding beacon of his Rufflet as Ace flew ahead. Flapping against the thick, humid air of the flood plain, the young eagle Pokémon found the atmosphere restrictive and yet perfect for his anatomy which was ill-suited to flight. The harder he had to work to stay airborne, the more his body and wings were honed for flying in inclement situations of all kinds - and the feathered fiend was nothing if not seeking a challenge to best. Of course, it's a bit difficult to maintain your flight path when suddenly another bird enters into the equation, and Ace found himself spreading his wings wide to brace them against the heavy air. Pinions extended and angled to brake, the eaglet's momentum was killed... but not all of it.

Snap's appearance and Ace's sudden reaction caused Ace to go tumbling through the air talons-over-head, landing on the ground with an unceremonious shriek. The shrill sound pierced the oppressive atmosphere like a knife through butter, cutting right to his trainers ears. Eyes going wide with worry, Sam rushed forward along the path, shoving leaves and branches out of his way as he dashed full-tilt to find his partner. If anything had happened to his familiar Pokémon, the trainer couldn't even imagine what he would do - terrible possibilities raced through his brain as fast as he could surge forward until he broke through the obstructions to find the Rufflet extracting himself from a pile of loam near the base of a tree. Sputtering leaves and debris, the young Pokémon wiped at his face with a wing before shaking off what he could from his plumage, staring up at the Spearow in a mixture of patience and frustration. “I'm his,” he chirped shortly, head jerking to indicate Sam as he burst onto the scene. “Aw, I've got sludge all up in my plumage,” it bemoaned, the plaintive tones lost on the humans.

“Ace, are you okay?” Sam asked with some amount of concern, kneeling to help clear the undesirable content from his bird's feathers. The Spearow didn't seem set to attack - and though he didn't have a clue what a Spearow was or how they normally behaved it seemed harmless enough to ignore for the moment. “C'mere, are you alright too?” he asked the strange bird, fingers working to pluck the Rufflet's feathers back into place. “You know you should watch where you're going, you're lucky you didn't run into a tree at that rate,” chided the trainer gently, running his hand over the bird's head and back to arrange everything properly. Granted, even on the best of days the eaglet's feathers looked like a ball of down and fluff, but at least they were back in place. A short snapping sound attracted Sam's attention then, drawing his gaze up as his shoulders tightened involuntarily with worry: what now?

“Hello?” he called up into the tree, standing with Ace cradled in his arms as his verdant gaze swept up the bole of the tree. A person was perched in it like a bird - and suddenly Sam realized that he wasn't alone for the first time since setting out from town. Of course he'd had his Pokémon for company, but it wasn't by any rights the same; little did he know that the strangers' conversationalist skills weren't quite what he might have expected. “Is this your Pokémon?” he asked, wondering if the kid was a trainer too - when yet another voice made itself apparent. Some flickering candle-shape floated up into the air, and the mossy-haired young man observed as the happenstance meeting became almost instantly congenial. That was the wonderful thing about trainers: they were all on the same side. Mostly. Generally. Usually. When they weren't hungry.

“Uh, hi there,” he greeted, watching as the new girl seemed ready to climb up into the tree. Was this some kind of club meeting which he had stumbled upon? Setting Ace down, he took a few steps forward, wiping his hands on the side of his already smudged pants. “Need a hand? I can give you a lift up,” he offered, wandering around toward the stranger and lacing his fingers together in a hand-hold. “If you'd like, of course,” he qualified once he was closer, speaking rather than speaking up. “Hi. I'm Sam, by the way. You two are the first people I've seen since town - seems awful quiet out here. It's nice to meet you, I was starting to think I'd gotten lost or gone mad... or both!”
 
Pig_catapult Jun 17 2011, 12:48 AM Post #5
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"Oh! Sorry about that!" Squeak hopped closer to try to lend a hand beak to the endeavour of getting the mud out of her new maybe-hopefully-friend's feathers. Having your plumage full of ick wasn't any fun, after all.

Vivek wasn't really sure what to do when the Rufflet's apparent trainer called up to greet him. He hesitantly lifted one hand to halfheartedly wave to the guy, and nodded emphatically yes to his question about being Squeak's trainer. It was at that moment that he also noticed a third person approaching the tree, and she apparently planned to come up, but only if that was okay with him. He gave a rather large shrug, to more easily telegraph his reaction across the distance between them. It wasn't his tree, after all, although this meant he'd probably have to communicate in more detail soon. He started reaching over to his backpack, which was nestled between some branches nearby, but stopped when he noticed a a floating candle with a face approaching him. This gave him considerable pause. He had never heard or read about a Litwick before. Perhaps that was fortunate, because if he had, he probably would have started freaking out over the whole soul-burning thing their evolutionary line had a reputation for. As it was, however, the strange little creature was kinda cute, and it quickly became apparent that it was more interested in chatting up Tictoc than beating up the same, so Vivek relaxed a bit and finished fetching a mechanical pencil and a memo pad with a green cover from his bag.

"Howdy!" Tictoc greeted enthusiastically, still precisely marking off each second with a bob to one side or the other in his habitual dance to the endless rhythm of a clock only he could feel. "That boy is indeed my human! We're not lookin' for any trouble here. Seein' the sights. Figaro's an interesting name; don't think I've heard it before. Where're y'all from?"

Vivek, meanwhile, opened his memo pad up to the first page as he interestedly watched to see if the other trainers would both be coming up. He hoped they would be as friendly as they seemed.


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The boy in the tree shrugged and Winifred sighed in relief. It would be nice to interact with another human again, even if he didn't seem to want to speak. There was a small part of Winifred that wanted to have a conversation in which her partner knew more than a few odd squeaks and chirps, but this would have to do. It seemed like a friendly shrug in any case. Just as she was about to scale the tree, however, she heard some speak up beside her.

It took all her willpower not to jump up, shriek and bash whom-ever-it-was with her umbrella. For the first time in a long time, someone had caught her completely off guard. Once she realized the newcomer was only offering to help her up the tree, she turned toward him and forced herself to smile. He was a fellow trainer after all; it wouldn't do to alienate herself from the only other type of person on this island that had the capacity to understand her.

"Hi," she said, her voice weak, "I'm Winifred. It's nice to meet you, too, Sam. I must admit it's nice to hear another human. Haha." She took a deep breath. "A-anyway, I would appreciate a hand up. I've climbed trees before, but I'm not sure how much harder it is to climb them with boots on." With that, she put on hand on the trunk of the tree and put a foot on Sam's hand. On the count of three she hoisted herself up and grabbed the nearest branch. Sam himself didn't seem to be such a bad fellow. While dangling from the branch, she craned her head to look at the boy in the tree. From what she could see, he had some binoculars, a pencil and a memo pad. Perhaps he was taking notes on the wildlife around the swamp. I ought to do that as well. Start up a diary or something. Make sure that I leave something behind if I get torn apart by a wild Pokémon. Her grip on the branch slipped slightly, snapping her out of her thoughts. She scrabbled a bit and managed to get a foothold on the tree's gnarled trunk.

"There we go," she said as she swung up onto the branch. Once she was settled she leaned forward a bit to look down at Sam. "I think that should be good for now. Thank you! Here, would you like me to pull you up as well?"


In the meantime, Figaro was tipping himself to the left and right, trying to keep pace with Tictoc. "We're from a place called Opelucid City. And I think Wini named me after a song. How about you, Clocky? Why're you all pendulum-y?" Figaro tipped himself too far and ended up hanging upside-down in the air. "Oh look! Another human! And look, he's got a funny-lookin' bird with him. Lotsa bird around here, but no ghosts so far. There were a lot of ghosts in Opelucid..." Figaro righted himself upon the branch. "Do you miss home at all?"
 
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Something was weird about the guy in the tree - but Sam wasn't exactly one to judge, so he shrugged off the odd feeling he got. The stranger had been peculiarly quiet ever since they had all bumped into each other by chance, and as he ran over the scenario while helping Winifred up, he realized that it was silence that was bugging him. The trainer's two bird Pokémon seemed friendly enough, judging by their expressions and the way that the Spearow had helped with Ace, but as he hoisted the female trainer up into the tree he wondered what someone with a vow of silence, or mute, perhaps, was doing out in the wilderness. Wasn't it dangerous, he wondered? What if something had happened to him - left him injured or trapped? He'd be unable to call for help, and unless he had some more impressive Pokémon he'd be without assistance altogether until he died alone in the middle of nowhere. No one deserved that, and Sam could only insist with the fervent sort of hope within his breast that such would not come to pass. Not only hope, but he would make sure of it.

On the ground nearby, Ace ruffled his own feathers and spread his wings to hop-hop-hoppity-take off into flight, a stuttered start that ended with him flapping his small wings frantically in an attempt to gain altitude. Once he was a few yards off the ground, the eaglet began to circle the tree at a lazy pace, head cocked to examine the humans with a content expression as he watched Sam begin to climb. The air felt refreshing as it rushed through the Rufflet's feathers, and he could sense the difference in his plumage as additional dirt began to fall from his plumage, dislodged by the thick air as it flowed through and over his wings. “Don't worry about it,” he chirped, sharp sound cutting through the air toward the other bird Pokémon's apology. Worse had happened to him - and he was tough enough to take it. Fluttering up a few branches above the humans, Ace's talons gripped a sturdy-looking branch as he landed, head tilting to the side as he looked down.

Sam was just pulling himself up after the other two, letting his body hang free from the bole of the tree as he used branches and limbs as hand-holds, the bark rough and invigorating in his grasp. It was almost like he could feel it, alive and powerful beneath his fingertips, thrumming with energy and vibrance... but of course those were merely poetic notions, as he histed himself up onto a thicker branch a few feet down from Vivek and protruding at an angle. Standing at the thick limb's base near the tree, he felt it hold firm beneath his weight; he hesitated for a moment, half erect as his leg burned with pain from his run-in with the bug type earlier. He addressed Winifred without turning, eyes peering out through the foliage at the wonder of the island around him, “I'm good - but thanks.” A bit late, but he felt it better to thank her for the offer than ignore it altogether; as if he would let a lady pull him up in any case?

“So what brings you two out here?” he asked cordially, turning to regard them both with an interested expression. “Heading anywhere in particular? If you're veering toward Exire, keep an eye out - There are some big bugs that way.” They both looked competent enough, he imagined - his inuition didn't give him any particular vibes from either, other than the curious observation about the owlish boy's silence. “You don't talk much, do you?” he asked Vivek directly, trying to be polite but inquire for more.
 
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Squeak likewise had a bit of a fluttering, running start from the ground, given her tiny wings, but once she managed to get into the air, she made a beeline to rejoin her trainer. She briefly found a perch on his shoulder, before spotting Figaro and deciding to flit over to get a better look.

"Well, we're all from Goldenrod City, born and raised," Tictoc was explaining, voice subconsciously synching in metre to his rocking. "I've never been much good at describing --"

"Hi! Hi!" Squeak interrupted, landing on a nearby branch. "Wow, are you supposed to be on fire like that?"

Tictoc cleared his throat with a dignified hoot. "And, ah, this is" -- Tictoc clicked his tongue twice in his best approximation of Squeak's non-verbal name, since he wasn't actually sure what the verbal name Vivek had chosen for her was; he hadn't yet seen it written down or heard it read aloud before -- ". As I was tryin' to say, though, I'm not much good at describing the why and how of it. We Hoothoot feel time differently than most Pokémon, but trying to explain it to someone who doesn't feel time that way is kinda like. . . trying to explain 'yellow' to a Zubat. Or maybe I'm just no good at explaining."

Vivek held up the memo pad for Winifred to see as she approached. There was something already written on it in big but neat print:

'Hi! My name is Vivek.'

Right below that was drawn a large smiley face, but it didn't quite match Vivek's expression; he was smiling, sure, but it was a wavering one, and his eyes were full of caution rather than cheer. He knew in his head that these people were probably good, upstanding folks, but that didn't stop him from feeling wary of them. They and their Pokémon seemed friendly, though, so he was hopeful that this encounter would go well.
 
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Sam answered Winifred by climbing the tree himself, and climbing it rather deftly at that. Winifred shrugged it off and peered up at Vivek and his notebook. His handwriting was quite neat, and she especially liked the smiley face at the end. She smiled back.

"Hello Vivek," she said, craning her neck to see him better. "It's nice to meet you! I'm Winnifred, and the fellow on the branch with your Hoothoot is Figaro." It was tempting to ask him why he didn't seem eager to speak, but she kept her mouth shut. They had just met and it wasn't polite to pry. She moved up a branch or two to get a better look at him.

Vivek's eyes were huge and it was hard not to stare at them. She instead looked at his Hoothoot, which seemed to be in deep conversation with Figaro. A little ways away, Sam turned around and asked both Winifred and Vivek why they were there and where they might be heading.

"I'm not sure I like the sound of those bugs," said Winifred. "I mean, if I met any I'm sure Figaro could set them on fire, but who knows what an enraged insect will do when it's on fire like that? Last thing I want is a great fiery bug charging right at me and--" she paused for a moment, imagining what it might be like to be stung by a flaming Beedrill "--Well. Anyway. I was thinking of going to look at Mt. Arath and see what kind of Pokémon live there or at least find a cave to camp out in. How about you guys?"


"Hi! Hi! Are you supposed to be on fire like that?"

Figaro glanced over at the little Spearow and did his best to nod. He ended up tipping forward slightly and then tipping back. "Yes indeed, Clicky," he said. "We kind of need to if we want to eat.

"Aaanyway. I get what you're saying, Clocky. It's like trying to explain what male and female is to old Timby, Wini's newer Pokémon."
Figaro frowned at the thought of the floating hand mirror or whatever it was supposed to be. "Don't know how it even has eggs since it's not one or the other..." Timbrel was in its Pokeball at the moment, though, so he turned his head to happier thoughts. The two bird-types in front of him were pretty nice, after all. Perhaps they could be friends! He flashed an image of Tictoc and Squeak followed by the image of a heart to Winifred, who almost fell off of her branch in surprise.

"Well," she said, amused, "it seems that our Pokémon are getting along well." She wanted to add perhaps we can be friends, but she wasn't quite sure if she ought to. They were trustworthy, or at least she hoped they were, but she didn't know if they were even looking for friends. She knew that she wouldn't have even thought of talking to these two had she seen them on the street in Opelucid. Out here in Tohea, though, it was... nice to have someone talking to you, reminding you that you weren't completely alone.
 
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Vivek relaxed a little, and smiled a bit more in earnest, glad that the other two trainers were continuing to be non-hostile. He flipped to a fresh page on his memo pad and wrote something down before turning it to show them again.

'It's nice to meet you. My Hoothoot's name is Tictoc and my Spearow is named Squeak. I don't think I've ever seen a Pokémon like Figarrow(sp?) before.'

As he reached up to place the mechanical pencil behind his ear, his medical bracelet slipped down his arm a bit. The text was currently upside-down, given the angle and position of his arm, but peering closely enough (and maybe tilting one's head a bit) would reveal the text engraved upon it to be as such:

Vivek Alkonost
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DOES NOT SPEAK


"Wow!" Squeak squeaked at Figaro, amazed. "I've never met anyone who could eat by being on fire! Does it hurt?"

"I say, it is one of the more unusual ways of eating I've ever heard of," Tictoc concurred. "Although it does make its own sort of sense, what with your candleness." He gave a pause at Figaro's description of Timbrel, clock-hand eyebrows furrowing downward to a 2:00-10:00 position. "This Timby isn't one of those foul magnet creatures, is it?"

Vivek, oblivious to his Pokémon's simmering bigotry, looked up at the sky through the foliage, and then at his watch, before retrieving his pencil and writing down something else:

'I'm interested in exploring Mt. Arath, too. It'll still be a few hours before it starts to get dark, so we should have time to look around a bit.'


[Sorry it's a bit short. Wasn't really sure what all to put here, but I hope this helps move things forward nonetheless. ^w^;;]
 
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