[Written]

[tsuntrader]

[He's been back in Luceti for long enough to find his Murkrow, generally remember where he is, and come up with something incredibly lengthy and eloquent to use his journal for.]

Has anyone seen any Pokémon or anyone with Pokémon?

[...That's not enough, people might not know which ones.] A Feraligatr, Sneasel, Gyarados, or Kingdra. Maybe an Ursaring. [Or what they are. But how the hell do you describe Pokémon?] A giant blue Alligator, a vaguely cat-like dark/ice type with a feather for a left ear, a giant red fish with a snakelike body that looks like a dragon, a big blue seahorse, and a bear with a circle on its chest.

[This won't ever stop being stupid. How do people live without Pokémon? ...Whatever. That's descriptive enough. ...Right?]

Comments

[generalflirt]

[...Man Pokemon are hard to read but at least this one seems agreeable. Masaomi sighs and crouches a bit, going down to its level]

You know, I wish I had one of those pokeball things... it might make this less complicated- ah. [That said under his breath, he shakes his head before saying louder-] There aren't actually a lot of pokemon here, but I know where some others are.

[tsuntrader]

[On one hand, guy Sneasel isn't entirely sure he trusts. On the other hand, if he does follow him and find other Pokémon, he can communicate with them and make it easier to find Silver.

After a moment, Sneasel will nod. Alright, he'll follow you, Masaomi.]

[generalflirt]

Mm, good. Ah! This would be easier if I knew what to call you!!

[and with this he leaps to his feet (yes, with a jump) and turns on his heel to walk back towards House 15. He doesn't live there anymore so... hopefully he can just drop this thing off and be done with it.]

[tsuntrader]

[Sneasel. He can at least repeat his species name. Following!]

[generalflirt]

[Oh. Well that's convenient. In that case, he leads it to House 15 and...points at it] Here we are.

[tsuntrader]

[Sneasel's initial reaction is to stay cautious, but that quickly goes right out the window, as Murkrow's chilling on the roof. There's a bit of quick pokemon chatter and a loud KROW before Silver wonders what the hell his bird got into within a couple of hours of being here and pops his head outside.

...Who's this guy with Sneasel?



Sneasel?]

[generalflirt]

[Who's that and who's the bird? ...You know what, who cares. Masaomi just us going to turn on his heel with a wave and start to walk away]

[tsuntrader]

[...Well then. This is kind of weird.] Thanks. [He'll at least manage to say that while fussing over Sneasel and making sure he's okay, not particularly inclined to follow him.]

[generalflirt]

[Sweet, then he can flounce without even saying more than that with a smile.

Accomplished, this mission is]