"Well fought, Clancey." Vincent returns the Survivalist's vigorous handshake. "Your Meowth's a tough little fighter. Never seen a 'Mon take quite so much punishment and walk it off. What have you been feeding that thing?"
As Winston pads over from the impromptu arena, an upturned red dish frantically slides over and clatters to a halt next to his feet as the bug hunkers down and pulls all it's extremities beneath the dish.
Glancing around, Vincent waves away an interested looking pidgey. "No. Bad bird. Shoo!"
"I just got into the whole trainer business recently, and I'm curious how you raised your Pokemon to be so tough. If you've got any advice, I'd be happy to hear you out."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the Pokedex and thumbs his way over to the phone function. Pulling up the messenger function, he quickly taps Nathan a short message before shoving it back into a pant pocket. "Talked to a Trainer. No sign of horse tracks from across the river. Probably east of current position. Might go look in a bit."
As Winston pads over from the impromptu arena, an upturned red dish frantically slides over and clatters to a halt next to his feet as the bug hunkers down and pulls all it's extremities beneath the dish.
Glancing around, Vincent waves away an interested looking pidgey. "No. Bad bird. Shoo!"
"I just got into the whole trainer business recently, and I'm curious how you raised your Pokemon to be so tough. If you've got any advice, I'd be happy to hear you out."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the Pokedex and thumbs his way over to the phone function. Pulling up the messenger function, he quickly taps Nathan a short message before shoving it back into a pant pocket. "Talked to a Trainer. No sign of horse tracks from across the river. Probably east of current position. Might go look in a bit."
