Pokémon Gijinka: Dallea Region » Places

         

The sudden climb up into the air startled Kenji, definitely fully waking him up, and he quickly tightened his hold, feeling as if he was going to fall off if he didn't. He couldn't say flying was his ideal mode of transportation, but it was good enough for now, and if they tried to walk around in Oneta Forest, they'd just end up very lost. So, he forced himself to keep from complaining, and just held on.

As they approached the village he recognized as Merrima (he couldn't help but feel extremely relieved that he'd pointed them in the right direction), he let himself relax a bit, and looked over the place. He'd only been here once or twice; once for a small job, another just to visit a friend of his, who had gone missing recently, and he didn't have to wonder too much about what had happened to him.

"Yes," Kenji nodded as she asked, "this is Merrima. It's quite the quiet place compared to Cobrapeak, huh?" He mumbled, looking over at the edges of the buildings. It didn't seem too busy at the moment, likely most had gone to tend to their fields, or perhaps gone to the market place...he felt as though he could hear faint music as well, but he wasn't sure if he was just imagining it.

Following closely behind Jaime, they began to make their way over to the village. He could start to see more people around now, though not too many, and most, when they noticed them, offered a simple wave or a "hello" before continuing on their way. Occasionally they'd receive stares, perhaps because of the way Kenji was looking with his injuries, or because they didn't recognize Jaime from around the village. Either way, it made the Umbreon Gijinka uncomfortable.

"Where are you wanting to head first...?" Kenji asked after a moment. He wasn't entirely sure what the girl's plans were.

         

Kenji glanced over at the campfire as she mentioned it, and then gave a quick nod. "Yeah, I'll do that." He said, before he made his way over to it, looking around to think of some way he could put it out without spraying ashes everywhere or burning something else. Remembering the water bottle he'd left over by the stream, he began moving over to it. Finding it in the spot where he'd left it before falling asleep, it was nearly drained to the bottom, so he figured that using the rest of it and the stream water to extinguish the remaining burning in the wood would work well enough. He filled the bottle again before moving back over to the fire and dumping the liquid over it, and then repeating the process several times, though it took a while with his awkward steps, until he knew it was completely extinguished.

He watched silently as the Tyranitar easily flattened everything, leaving it looking as though they hadn't even stayed the night here. His attention wasn't taken back to Jaime until she offered her hand to him. He made his way over to her soon after, and then grabbed onto her's, and pulled himself up slowly with her help, careful to not reopen his wounds or tear the stitching in his side.

Once he was comfortably on, he looked back and forth, and then tried to remember which way the village actually was. "Ah, Merrima should be that way." He said, pointing in the direction of the small farming town. "If I am wrong, though, it shouldn't be too hard to find up in the air."

         

Fausta Zabat

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Fausta smiled at the small cafe and it's in habitats. It reminded her of the little out of the way cafes back in kalos. Granted this one had more humans and the ones she was familiar with were gijinka only. Backwoods villages and cafes had an aesthetic that was unheard of in other regions that she found out in her travels. Her mind snapped back to the current space at Rome's question, causing a bit of a giggle. "Not necessarily. But it keeps our...energy up so to speak. At least afta evolving in my case." She mused. Being a ghost had it's perks, being able to go anywhere through anything, but there was always the down sides. Food took a while to eat, sometimes not tasting as good as she remembered. It was sometimes...disheartening to say the least.

"But dis lil'cafe is homey. Like home. Kalosians would feel might filled here." There was a tinge of sorrow in her voice that even she didn't notice. Lost in a big city looking for the lost in her 'life'. And even with all the things that she's experienced so far, none were as agonizing as missing a loved one.

         

Rome led the way through the city, glad for their camouflage in the pressing crowd. They did worry for Fausta, though- her wings and ghostly figure were rather noticeable. Rome was on high alert for Hunters- but luckily, none had shown up. Yet. "Are mornings always dis hectic or is dere some kind of event goin' on?" Rome smiled a soft smile, glancing back at the Ghost Gijinka. The Mismagius was watching the people breezing past. "It's always this busy. My apologies if it makes you uncomfortable." Rome walked deliberately, the sea of humans parting as they led the ghost to a small alleyway place. It was unassuming; a tiny brick building with a snorlax emblazoned next to the neon name- the Snorlax Cafe. "It's quite a nice little place. It grows on you." Rome commented, leading the Gijinka into the restaurant. "And it's luckily very Gijinka-friendly. For the most part." The performer mentioned, leading Fausta to a small table near the back. "Do ghosts actually need to eat?"

         

Adrien nodded, satisfied with everyone's agreement to the idea, before he himself began to move around to help straighten up the place, seeing it as the most he could do at the time being. Besides, he hated it looking like a mess, when him and Burton did their best to keep everything as straightened up and organized as possible.

"Yes, to be sure to catch him before he's in a good condition, let's leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning. I'm sure, if we do find him there, we can easily scare the villagers away once we start a fight. We don't need any others interfeering, like the trainer from before." He paused, setting the straightened pile of papers he had on the cleared table. "We'll likely have to plan more once we are heading there, or before we leave for rest tonight."

"Prepare yourselves for the journey, and get some shut-eye - we leave at first light. In the meantime... I'll sort out this mess..." Adrien gave a quick nod to Burton at his words, and set down his next pile of papers in the same spot as before, before deciding to at least help with picking up a couple other things before he was going to get the things he needed for tomorrow. "You do the same, Burton. If you really want to at least get everything off the floor and into neat piles again and all their original places, be my guest, but you need sleep as well, so forget about organizing until tomorrow. That would take up too much of your night."

"Though, I do think I should leave now." He said, looking up at the clock on the wall that gave off a perpetual click as each second passed. "I need to get a replacement key, and perhaps a spare too, for the cages, so we can actually lock them..." He rubbed the sides of his head in annoyance, as if he had a headache, before grabbing his case that had been sitting by the door. "That being said, I will see you both tomorrow morning."

With those simple words, he had left the building.

         

Beatrix Valmont

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The Gogoat bounded off the mountain in precise and practiced steps as Bix shurgged every now and again in her gear. Making quick use of every passageway and ice tube to make their way down the mountain quickly. All the while, the doctor took notes of the pokemon life that she could spot up here. A pair of glaceon and a small herd of pilowswine with swinubs. While she didn't find the village she sought, a gijinka looking for a ride down was at least some sort of plus. "You're fery velcome, Dragons don't stay long up here in my experience. she hummed as they trotted through one last tunnel before starting to trot on frosted grass.

"Vee vill soon be heading into Oneta, Garchomp. From here I have a straight shot to zeh institute and I doubt you'd vant to return there vith me. Satyr bleated as it stopped to shake the snow out of his fur. "Don't vorry. I won't tell them that I gave you a ride, but if you go a bit east from here you can go through Merrima and into Cobrapeak without harm." Bix turned to the gijinka behind her, letting her gogoat lower itself the ground and take a breather for a short bit.

         

Avis stared as he seemed to panic and try to get away from the all of the people surrounding him, leaving a quick word with the crowd before he suddenly sprang up into the air, the sudden movement the group gathered around him quite a startle before he landed back into the water several feet away, disappearing into the dark blue ocean. After a moment, the crowd finally began to disperse, some running into the water to catch up with him, others staring, and several more running away from the scene to go tell their friends. Avis simply moved up to the water's edge, the waves barely moving over her feet, as she watched the Dragonair Gijinka begin to swim away, diving deeper into the water before seeming to disappear completely from the eyes of those who had tried to chase after him. She stared for a while longer until she saw his head come up again, and then disappear once more, this time for good.

She took in a small breath after she realized she'd been holding it for so long, and then took several steps back, looking around at the people, mostly at the ones who were heading back to shore in disappointment at their failure of "catching the Gijinka, even though it was right there."

Biting her tongue, she turned herself away and quickly resumed her speeded walk through the beach. "I've got to get out of here..." She mumbled to herself, keeping her head down again. The trainers may as well see her as another chance to catch a Gijinka if they realized that she actually was one, and she knew, by common sense, staying here wasn't the safest choice.

Though she was speeding up her pace to get out of the lace, she occasionally glanced back out at the ocean to see if Pollux, by chance, was still somewhere she could see him, even though she was sure he wasn't.