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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jun 2, 2019 0:42:54 GMT -5
You are awoken late the next morning by the jerk of the wagons heading off. The driver greets you having already cooked and provided you breakfast kept in a tin box to for protection from the elements.
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Post by Manah on Jun 2, 2019 8:21:56 GMT -5
(OOC: *Which makes me wonder, how would she feed Magikarp? She just brings it out in a body of water when possible and it'll feed on its own, or maybe she can feed it regular Pokémon food when we return to civilization and Abigail goes to a store...?)
Abigail
"Ah... good morning", Abigail said as she sat up. "And thank you for the food♥", she said warmly, as she proceeded to eat, and share some with her Pokémon*.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jun 2, 2019 10:37:24 GMT -5
(Both of those are options. You can also just feed it by hand out of the water.)
You eat and share your food with no problems.
Later that afternoon, you arrive in the open field country out of the mountains.
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Post by Manah on Jun 9, 2019 16:21:43 GMT -5
Abigail
"Ah... looks like we're getting out of the mountains range. The weather should get a lot better", Abigail said with relief, petting her Pokémon friends.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jun 9, 2019 22:35:48 GMT -5
They all perk up at that prospect while the wagons keep moving uninterrupted.
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Post by Manah on Jun 12, 2019 17:22:58 GMT -5
Abigail
"With some luck, there'll be some town we can stop at for some time. Traveling has been fun, but a bit hard on me", she admitted. "Besides, I can't be much of a Pokémon trainer if we don't train and take on other trainers", she said warmly.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jun 15, 2019 17:33:54 GMT -5
(Shame a moveset and stats have not been revealed yet, because I would love to put some Wooloo in the area for you... Oh well it can wait a few more months.)
Soon enough you arrive at a small village by a stream.
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Post by Manah on Jun 16, 2019 10:37:57 GMT -5
(OOC: Of course. It'll get there eventually. ^_^)
Abigail
"Looks like we made it, guys. It's a village... looks welcoming enough. Maybe a good place to start our adventure proper", the brunette said softly. She closed her eyes, silently addressing a prayer to her sister, asking her to watch over her from wherever she now was... to accompany her in her heart as she set out on this new path in her life.
Sighing, she opened her eyes and quickly gathered her things. She had already agreed with the caravaneer that she'd travel with them until they reached a more hospitable region away from the mountains, and that time had come. "Mind returning to your Pokéballs for now, guys?♥ Let's not attract too much attention to ourselves just yet, I need to learn the lay of the land first", she suggested warmly as she reached for the devices on her belt.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jun 25, 2019 17:17:57 GMT -5
They all nod and get inside their balls.
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Post by Manah on Jun 28, 2019 17:55:43 GMT -5
Abigail
The fairly newbie Pokémon trainer smiled, putting her Pokéballs on her belt, and entering the village, looking around with curiosity. 5 in Intelligence to do so.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jul 2, 2019 21:33:09 GMT -5
You see a quaint little small Scottish village. Not many people are around all likely having their jobs in a bigger city.
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Post by Manah on Jul 7, 2019 0:05:47 GMT -5
Abigail
Despite how few people were around, Abigail still kept an eye out for any businesses in the village in question, looking for any shops, restaurants, inns or otherwise. As well as for any Pokémon-related place if any. Maintaining my stones, but for this reason instead.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jul 15, 2019 23:47:34 GMT -5
You find a pub nearby complete with an adjacent general store.
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Post by Manah on Jul 16, 2019 20:28:19 GMT -5
Abigail
The girl took a look at the pub first, to figure out whether or not a minor like her was even allowed in it at all.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jul 19, 2019 21:32:41 GMT -5
There was no such sign telling her no... So you go in anyway. It's a dimly lit tavern with a few tables, a radio playing some British oldies, and only a scant few people.
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