[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[Pokekitty2]

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Murkrow went still as you ever so slightly opened up about yourself. They did not move a twitch the entire time, not even when you manage to destroy a Ball from sheer Psycho-somantic backlash from your poor control over yourself those memories always instills. So much pain, so much wrath, so much....?

Once the new Ball was place before you the watchful raven looked at it only briefly, eyes now thoughtful and....quiet, if you had to put a name to the feeling you see.

"....Not much of a choice or chance you had, no yes? Who would deny that most precious to one so blessed, through birth, work, or circumstance. Foolishness, pure foolishness, a sad sad tale indeed."

With one claw, they rolled the Ball back to you, and simply said thus: "Therefore, I Give To You, What Was Deny and Twisted - Capture Me if Thou Wish, or Capture Me Not. Matters, what so, is the covenant we share, oh - pretty lil Ball does not make nor break such a sacred Bond."

Sylvia looks at the Pokeball as it bumps up against her paw, and gives a little *huff*.
"Well then." She looks back up at Murkrow, and gives a sad smile. "You're the first to offer me the choice."

Sylvia sits still for a long moment, lost in thought. Then she knocks the ball back towards her bag. "I will not capture you. You're a sharp one - I think your perception is perhaps your strongest weapon, and I don't wish to dull that."
"...should you wish it, though, the offer is still open."

...
Sylvia looks over at Slash and Sir, on the bed. "Sorry to wake you two. Are you alright?"
Sir gets up from the bed and hops onto the floor, moving over to Sylvia and pressing a gentle wing to the front and back of her head. "Sir."
Syliva sighs, relaxing into him. "I know, I know. I'm alright. Being in a new place is always stressful..."
Slash is sitting up on the bed, carefully keeping their claws out of the sheets. They similarly approach Sylvia, but don't get too close because they don't want to get too near to the Murkrow.

...
There's a knock at the door. Sylvia looks towards it and it opens. The harsh, artificial light of the hallway spills into the room and cuts the natural gloom, and Randy moves into the room.
"Sylvia."
"Espeon." (Greetings.)
Randy looks around the room, at the four near the center of the floor, and then reaches over and flicks on the lights. Each of the 'mons jumps - Sir simply blinks, Slash throws up a claw, Sylvia shuts her eyes, arching her back with a hiss, and Murkrow flaps their wings with a discontented caw.
"I'm not going ta be accompanyin' ya today. Got sum'tings to deal with. But behave urself, yeah?"
Sylvia shakes herself, blinking as she adjusts to the light and letting her fur settle before responding.
>>If I need help getting my papers in order, I'll come find you. I appreciate you escorting me, but I think I'm quite all right now. Thank you.
"No prob'm, Sylvia. Oh- and be careful out there. Not many know o' yah, or what you can do. I don't all like the idea of some trainer chuckin' balls at ya."
Sylvia glances towards the trash can.
>>I think I can handle myself, but thanks. Take care, Randy.
"You to, Sylvia. Good luck."

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(I believe that's the first encounter mostly wrapped up? Unless Murkrow's got a response, or you've something to add, which I left space for.)

What's next for the 'mons is normal morning routines - food, of course, as well as hygiene. After that, Slash will retreat to their ball, and Sylvia and her wingmen (lol) will move out into the city. Sylvia knows that there's got to be some kind of shop open to gather supplies at, and other than that some weirdo wandering around will probably be interesting enough to interact with.

(Feeling a little limited, to be honest, but I suppose that's how Lockdown is. Training with Murkrow would logically be the next step, but that's out of the question for the moment due to mechanics lol. I trust ya, Windos, to find me something interesting )