Once the tent is put away, Hazel takes out her compass and resumes traveling. Truthfully, she's been following the little west this entire time. Why people thought getting lost was so horrible clearly do not have an adventuring spirit! Tilts her head and pauses mid-step. "Well, that or're running late to an appointment," the woman corrects herself. Smiling to herself, she continues at a steady clip, skip in her step.
Two hours later see her moving at a slightly slower speed than earlier. Mild sweat beads her forehead and wipes off whatever rolls into her eyes, thanking Mew for the breeze as she gulps down a mouthful of water. Then wipes the accumulated sweat onto her pants.
Beyond that? Still the same rolling hills and grassy plains she's been seeing. Not to mention the woods up ahead. The clouds in the distance look fluffy and white against a dark grey backdrop, so she's not expecting any downpour anytime soon. In fact, judging by the streaks of hot pink and golden orange from the east, the sun should be rising in a bit.
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Light streams into the room of an abandonded hotel via plastic blinds, dust motes floating through the air.
A dark cream furret putters about, overturning threadbare cushions, digging into sunken in couches, and opening all manners of creaking cabinets. He sniffs about musty linens [sneezes into the cloth], picks at splits in stained mattresses [narrows his eyes as he contemplates dragging the cushioned foam-top to the bottom of the stairs for a padded landing], and sticks his paws and tail inside any and all pots, jars, and pans [scrunches his nose as he touches something- smelly...]. He steadily accumulates a small pile of useful objects (such as stiff ties, a squirtle-shaped hair pin, unspoilt or preserved berries, a plant, fluffy pillows, jewlery, rare candies, etc.). once finished, the furret takes his pokeball necklace off, brings out a bag and proceeds to sweep everything into said object, stuffing it once more into the pokeball's expansive storage.
The pokemon leaves the room to survey a painting hanging above the sweeping staircase.
[Made of a dark, heavy wood interlaid with scenes depicting various eevee and its evolutions in, suggestive positions. Like the umbreon standing in front of a nest in a graveyard, or the vaporeon half in a pond with cubone skulls littering the outer edges of its lake. A dirt-coated flareon was painted with sinister gleam in its eyes, sitting next to a lethal underground trap with a lazy tail behind it. Glaceon itself is reflecting snow towards the edge of a cliff, a figure wandering underneath the side. Espeon's gem radiates a brilliant flashing light in a lightly-misted library; a blue-tinted arm with a watch reflecting the flash from a bookcase. The jolteon seems to have shot pin missile into various psychic-types (judging by the bodies hidden in the grass), whilst the leafeon had rammed a leaf blade straight through a golem! Even the sylveon is half-covering a warzone of defeated dragons! All this while the main eevee hangs around Lavendar town's pokemon tower, light purple wisps seemingly dissipating near its mouth.]
"Really! Humans and their imaginations!"
Taking out a leg chair from his storage ball, Sly throws the leg into the wall besides the painting. Jumping on top, he removes the painting from the wall to gift his trainer for letting him escape a while.
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A cream badger with brown streamlined stripes walks alongside its trainer, who is wearing sturdy boots, a travel bag, and a wispy long-sleeved poncho, camera hanging about her neck, dark cargo pants covered in zippers and hidden pockets. The linoone herself has a brown silk scarf on.
It's been a few days since the female's main pokemon ran off in search of treasures once more, so the linoone had taken it upon herself to make sure their trainer doesn't walk into any ditches or wild pokemon's nests.
Again.
Pausing mid-step, she backtracks as her trainer crouches low to the ground to snap a photo of a few people both balancing and battling with their pokemon atop wooden beams, attacks missing the amateur photographer by a few feet. Shakes her head and proceeds to drag the woman to safety, shooting a few Swifts into oncoming attacks [all of which her trainer snaps photos of].
Proceeds to take the proffered berry once they're safely away from the battle.
Looming behind them is a tall stone tower in which they can barely see the shine of a bell up top with doors large enough to easily let in multiple gyarados once open. Sirei closes an eye to savor the tart berry, the other keeping watch.
The faint smell of ozone creeps around the two, steady thuds alerting the linoone to an observer. Following her nose, she catches sight of a black and white pokemon with a lightning-shaped mane. Said pokemon briefly glows in warning. Sirei plops the rest of her treat into her mouth to stare down the male electric ponyta, daring him to attack. He quietly thumps the dirt, flares his nostrils; an ear twitches in dismissal before turning around, flicking his tail at the cream badger.
Said badger waits until she can't smell or hear him anymore to glance at her trainer who - had filmed the entire interaction, without regard to her own safety.
Sirei flicks her tail at her trainer and looks down her nose at her.
"This! This is why she and Sly are made for each other!"