Snippet #2288780

Martin remained quiet as he worked as well, not even realizing he still had Seedot and Bulbasaur out until he spotted them helping him clear a sleeping area. He paused, frowning at the Pokemon, but eventually smiled at their decision to randomly help him out. Perhaps Sumara did have something when it came to keeping her team out. Martin wondered if they were helping him out as a thank you for the time outside their Pokeballs.

When Sumara started singing Martin froze in place, listening. In the past he’d had fun teasing her about her insistence on singing along to so many songs, but this one sounded different. It wasn’t any of the top hits or oldies he could recognize, and as it continued he started to wonder if she’d written it herself.

When the song abruptly cut off Mar felt like he was emerging from some sort of fog. Bulbasaur and Seedot had settled down (taking up all of his sleeping bag) to listen to Sumara, and when she was done they made quite sounds that seemed approving to Mar. Then Bulbasaur began to play with Seedot, rocking the little Pokemon around using its vines.

Not sure what to do next, Mar cleared his throat. “I haven’t heard that one before,” he said, referencing her song.

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A virus cured years ago? Brigson thought, a frown settling over his face. That smacked of suspicion and he could now understand why he had been commissioned to accompany Jace, just in case. When the smaller man’s hands clutched his notebook hard Brigson was struck anew by just how important this job was, not just in and of itself, but to Jace on a personal level.

As Jace finished up the briefing Brigson nodded, taking it in. Something must have crossed the other man’s mind, though, because at the smile that flickered over his face Brigson felt a quiet chill. It was part appreciation at just how little he would ever want to be on the receiving end of that look, and part strange fascination.

He cleared his throat to get his head back in the game. “I see. Thank you for telling me all this. It does sound quite suspicious.” He left it at that for the time being, thinking. Then he asked, “What reason do you think anyone would have to manufacture a virus like this… if that is indeed what’s happened here?” He wasn’t 100% sold on the conspiracy idea, but one had to cover all their bases when dealing with a potentially dangerous situation.

((Sounds good! I'll listen to that song as well... I always like getting suggestions for new music :D))