Mechanics:
Since I'm currently out of Pokeballs anyway and Ventus and Nathan are doing the item finding, I'm going to go take a look at the Juggler as a first encounter.
2nd action is dependent on the first.
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There's not really a lot of space to train in a moving RV, all things considered, and since the owners would probably raise a scene if he put a fist through the wall or Winston set it on fire, he's spent much of the trip just bonding with his 'Mons.
Though he's only known the small bird for a few hours, he's come to notice that somehow, Sieg is perpetually hungry. He's not quite sure where the little bird finds the space to pack it, but the Pidgey seems to instinctively gravitate towards food sources and is overly friendly around anyone it thinks it can scab a meal off. Given the state of the trailer, that's a lot of people.
Moran on the other hand is a study in contrast. The Paras is still aloof, skittish and not all that tame, but seems to be beginning to adjust to captivity somewhat. The little mushroom Pokemon seems content to bustle around it's own business, ducking back under it's appropriated food bowl helmet every time a stranger approaches. However, it occasionally scuttles over to Vincent of it's own accord and parks itself at his feet, wary of contact but seemingly content to hang around on the floor near it's trainer.
Winston is currently a ball of pent up energy. Despite the excitement of a myriad smorgasbord of smells aboard the RV, hanging around aboard the vehicle doesn't particularly do anything for him. For the most part, the puppy seems content to wait with it's trainer, though it nags constantly, looking for opportunities and excuses to get outside and go for a walk.
Finally, as the RV trundles to a halt, Winston finally sees the opportunity and bolts for the door.
"Alright, little guys." Vincent stretches, trying to restore circulation to his feet. "Yes, Winston. The door is that way. I know."
He glances down at the dog tugging persistently at his pant leg. "Yes, we're going. Come on Sieg, Moran. A bit of exercise can't hurt."
Stepping out of the RV, the scent of a waterfront assaults his nose as sunlight streams down. Noting a juggler in the distance, he steps off, partially from interest, partially just to give himself a mental target to walk towards across the mud flats.
Since I'm currently out of Pokeballs anyway and Ventus and Nathan are doing the item finding, I'm going to go take a look at the Juggler as a first encounter.
2nd action is dependent on the first.
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There's not really a lot of space to train in a moving RV, all things considered, and since the owners would probably raise a scene if he put a fist through the wall or Winston set it on fire, he's spent much of the trip just bonding with his 'Mons.
Though he's only known the small bird for a few hours, he's come to notice that somehow, Sieg is perpetually hungry. He's not quite sure where the little bird finds the space to pack it, but the Pidgey seems to instinctively gravitate towards food sources and is overly friendly around anyone it thinks it can scab a meal off. Given the state of the trailer, that's a lot of people.
Moran on the other hand is a study in contrast. The Paras is still aloof, skittish and not all that tame, but seems to be beginning to adjust to captivity somewhat. The little mushroom Pokemon seems content to bustle around it's own business, ducking back under it's appropriated food bowl helmet every time a stranger approaches. However, it occasionally scuttles over to Vincent of it's own accord and parks itself at his feet, wary of contact but seemingly content to hang around on the floor near it's trainer.
Winston is currently a ball of pent up energy. Despite the excitement of a myriad smorgasbord of smells aboard the RV, hanging around aboard the vehicle doesn't particularly do anything for him. For the most part, the puppy seems content to wait with it's trainer, though it nags constantly, looking for opportunities and excuses to get outside and go for a walk.
Finally, as the RV trundles to a halt, Winston finally sees the opportunity and bolts for the door.
"Alright, little guys." Vincent stretches, trying to restore circulation to his feet. "Yes, Winston. The door is that way. I know."
He glances down at the dog tugging persistently at his pant leg. "Yes, we're going. Come on Sieg, Moran. A bit of exercise can't hurt."
Stepping out of the RV, the scent of a waterfront assaults his nose as sunlight streams down. Noting a juggler in the distance, he steps off, partially from interest, partially just to give himself a mental target to walk towards across the mud flats.
