Remmy's face looked like a bunch of angry bees had taken offense to it. It wasn't even fully distinguishable as a face anymore, but they were still heading out now that they had rested seeing as his injuries mostly consisted of bruises. He had a big scarf covering part of his face despite the heat and a floppy hat on the top that hung down. It wasn't like Remmy minded showing off his battle wounds, but it would attract unneeded attention to him and Trish.
Oldale was a small town which meant there were far less people to blend in with. (Though it also meant there was less authority around.) Remmy liked the peace and quiet and the tight community people often formed in smaller towns. Despite the fact that they were riskier, he preferred smaller places over large overpopulated cities.
He wouldn't have minded living in Oldale if things had been different.
Trish on the other hand seemed to prefer larger places and crowds. He seemed highly uncomfortable being unable to blend in with other people, and this contributed to agitating him, and making him grumble at every little thing. The two had meant to join up with two other members at Oldale but they had seemingly vanished from the small town. Every citizen they had asked couldn't recall seeing either of them and Trish looked about to throw a tantrum right where he stood. It couldn't be good for him, getting so agitated often.
The next lady they stopped seemed to recall seeing a strange pudgy man and a teen heading out to the little path above Oldale. It was a nice little spot with pretty flowers and a little pond that residents of Oldale often visited for a relaxing picnic or a nap in the grass.
"You outsiders ought to visit there seein' as there ain't much 'round here to see." The woman shifted her bag of groceries, resting it against her rounded belly before pointing with her now freed hand in the general direction of the path. Trish thanked the woman somewhat enthusiastically, before practically skipping off towards the way she had pointed, leaving Remmy to catch up, sore muscles protesting against any fast movements.
They had spent a good fifteen minutes walking along the flat trail, a few trees scattered sparsely around in the grass around it. The sky above was dulled and faintly orange as it grew later, and their legs pressed onwards. The path lead off to an open clearing, grass shorter and sometimes covered by moss instead. There were a few larger rocks and a tree stump to sit on and hundreds of flowers scattered around the place, taller ones poking out where the grass grew longer. There were also two figures standing in the clearing beside a pool of water, the smaller of the two wiggling their fingers in it with a bored expression.
Trish was the first to step up and clear his throat, startling the larger man.
"O-oh, Trish! It's been some time hasn't it?" Awkwardly, he stood up brushing his pants off and extending a hand out towards the blonde.
"I thought we were meant to meet up in Oldale, Benedict." Trish said, ignoring the handshake that had been offered to him.
Benedict ducked his head, fiddling with the pearl-like orbs on the ends of his hoody's strings.
"We got bored waiting, and some person told us there was a cool place this way. Just some more nature really though." This time it was the smaller of the two-a young whismur-who spoke.
"you don't have to put it like that."
Benedict mumbled into his jacket, looking anywhere but at Trish. Remmy wondered if the man was really fit for this kind of job. He didn't seem good under pressure, and he was overweight so he probably had less mobility and stamina. Maybe he would prove Remmy wrong though. He wasn't one to deny somebody a chance based on first impressions alone.
Benedict was still mumbling to Trish who looked less then pleased with the situation at the moment, and the smaller boy (Digit, he remembered. He had met them at one point) was just watching the two boredly. Digit had to be one of the youngest members but his skills with technology were
Incredible, and far beyond what Remmy could comprehend.
The boy was skilled, and though his reasons for joining up with them at such a young age were unspoken of, nobody minded much. Half of them kept to themselves anyways, their history a secret from curious people.
Digit sat there crouched, the ever-present bored look on his face. He wasn't an expressive person, and preferred watching people rather then socializing.
Remmy didn't know if the teen was just annoyed by interacting with other people, or if he didn't know how to properly do so and closed himself up instead. Either way he wasn't a bad kid. Despite not knowing him well Remmy could say that with confidence. (Which was more then he could say for Benedict. He had never even seen the guy before, though Trish undoubtedly had.)
Eventually, Trish finished scolding Benedict and Digit, and the four were headed back to Rustboro together, Trish rushing ahead (he had always been an expressive walker and this was no exception) while the others hung back, Remmy tired from the long day and in pain.
Trish yelped all of a sudden, leaping backwards as a dark shape tumbled out of the bushes in front of them skidding to stop. A young girl lay there on her back, out of breath and sweating heavily, elbows scraped up from the ground.
Her brown hair had come loose, and as she sat up it hung down, her hair piece left laying on the ground. She seemed surprised at first to see the group, then her eyes widened into what Remmy could only describe as joy.
"You're those rebel guys my dad was talking about aren't you? I know I'm not really supposed to know, he doesn't tell me much but I'm smart and I saw you talking to him earlier and it had to have been you guys because you look like cool fighters." The girl paused for a moment, out of breath from her rambling.
"I'm May by the way. Oh, and uh, dad is Professor Birch."
Trish seemed highly annoyed by the enthusiastic girl, who's eyes were practically sparkling as she glanced around at all of them.
"Oh and uh, in case you were wondering this isn't my natural hair color. I'm a treecko but I dye it brown like my dad's hair, plus that way nobody can know what I am."
She gave her a hair a little flip with her hand as if she show that it was indeed brown, before finally noticing the lack of a hair tie and turning around to look for it.
Trish let a strange noise from the back of his throat and then swiftly began to walk away while May was distracted. Remmy decided he must not like fan girls very much.
Remmy was soon escorted back to town by May who had messily redone her hair as fast as she could. She blabbered constantly, sneaking glances at Remmy and Digit when she thought they weren't looking. Digit at least had the decency to give a wave from time to time. Kid probably didn't know how to smile properly, his smiling muscles being so unused.
May gave them a whole tour of the place before leading them to a nice hotel run by a local couple. She had, apparently, stayed there before and the couple didn't ask questions about the odd group or charge them extra (in fact May had gotten them some sort of deal due to her knowing the people.)
"They're rebel supporters," May whispered to them on her way out. That concerned Remmy a little bit and he hoped she hadn't said anything to them no matter how good her intentions were.
He almost wondered if they should find a new hotel, but it was nice here and they served breakfast and lunch for their guests. There probably wasn't any other hotels anyways in such a small place.
Their room comprised of two bunk beds, a desk and bathroom and an old tv with some VHS tapes. Digit was shifting through them at the moment, setting up some sort of movie marathon of the good ones. Remmy recognized a few of them, and opted that they have some popcorn and soda with the movies, to which Benedict and Digit quickly agreed. Trish steadfastly refused to take part in 'juvenile sleepover things' settling into one of the beds with a book on battle techniques and strategies. (Though he quickly abandoned said book when the movies began.)
Digit was completely engaged in the movies, despite the usual look on his face, Benedict devouring his share of the popcorn and Remmy shoving kernels into his mouth half asleep, a bottle of open soda in his left hand.
Really it was a nice break from it all. A way to relax and take your mind off things for a few hours.
Remmy always did love a good movie.
