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Well...i-in my dreams, I was at K-Kronox...a...a beautiful city! I th-thought it would be a wonderful idea to go there, as a way to relax after L-L'Arachel, Hehehe! , I said to the Gallade, sheepishly.
Money?! I'm afraid I haven't got any... , I said, looking bashful.
Edited by Theyja on Dec 4th 2018 at 12:36:31 PM
(Marsha shrugs.) Dat really depends on what everyone else wants ta do after dis is all ova if ya ask me... (She says to Rainmaker.)
No, I certainly slept fine. (Gene says to Pierre.)
Yeah! (Dodie nods.) You've got some pretty comfy beds.
(Hearing Marlon suggest that Pierre's probably here to collect fare, Cole digs through his satchel to get some Poké to cover for himself, Dodie, and Gene.)
Okay, who's gonna cover for Rainmaker? I dunno if we have much Poké left. (Dodie asides to no one in particular.)
I will, Woodruff. I truly hope he's doing much better today... (I nod at Woodruff. I then leave the room and leave Woodruff and Koss to talk.)
(I certainly hope Eliot is doing much better today. I still wish I truly knew what had happened with him. If I had to hazard a guess, he seemed as though he had made himself physically ill from the stress of everything that had happened yesterday, especially the Combees being mercilessly slaughtered... I'm not sure if that's the case, but it's certainly something I would buy if told as such.)
(Reaching their door, I gently knock on it.) Hello?
"Right, right! Yeah, let's head out."
Whitney shoves open the door, marching out to meet the rest of the party.
"Good morning, everyone!" She cheers, enthusiastic. She gets to say good morning to the group she's been tracking for days! Her first full day, how exciting!
... Although that Anastasia lady did mention that today wasn't gonna be very fun. Least she can enjoy their company now!
"How's everyone doing?" She asks the group.
Edited by Beverly on Dec 4th 2018 at 11:44:53 AM
It will be great, trust me! , I try to explained to the Swampert.
After that, a really excited and enthusiastic Growlithe came out of her room.
Eh. I'm feeling kinda okay... , I said to the Growlithe.
Noriaki comes out just about when Whitney asks how everyone is.
"Good morning", he said, "I am quite well. I had a most pleasant dream, which has not exactly been the norm for me."
Gerome also came out of his room, silently nodding to acknowledge everyone else.
"Yeah I'll be fine", Nephenee responded to Kevin before going out to see the others, "Yo."
The vassals bowed to the Neyad and went out of the room to meet with the others.
I silently acknowledge the others as they begin to come out (Kevin among them) as well. Keeping Pierre's probable next words in mind I turn towards Nori and the Vassals for one reason only- the plan.
So...we gonna discuss the plan more over breakfast and then hit the road?
(I followed Nori to the hallway to see most of us up.) I'm doing fine. (Upon hearing Marlon's question, I responded.) That's the idea.
(A nearby door opened to have Eliza walk out of it. She saw the group and waved hello.) Morning. (Some among them would see that she sounded a bit more weary. Regardless, she stretched her arms and then her legs, getting ready for the day ahead.)
(Arsene meanwhile waits at the lobby for the rest of the group to show up.)
"Oh, no worries, Sunny, I was up already." Dieter says, as they follow the others to the diner.
After a bit, Tiago gets up, wearing his hat and vest and just nods.
Well, we gonna do dat or what? I'm starvin'! (Marsha says. She begins heading towards the front of the inn.)
Erm... (Gene turns to Pierre.) If you do not mind me asking, do you serve breakfast here?
Sure hope so. I'm famished, too. (Dodie says. Gene gives her a brief look.) Sorry...
Well, now that we're here, let's see if Goobert and Rich are at the inn or Pappa's for breakfast. Vamos, guys! (Mia says, beginning to head out.)
Right behind you, sis!
Tiff begins following out.
"My own dream was kinda crazy, actually." Whitney begins. "Can't believe what you guys have been through! That Anastasia lady told me all about it."
"And then she made me wander a forest for 54 years."
"Eu vou também." Tiago says, following his sisters.
Woodruff waves briefly to Dinah before he steps back to let Koss inside the room. "Well...for one, I burned my house down. A-accidentally, I was...fiddlin' with the lights. Ya know those lights from Crystal City, my dad blew half our money on 'em when he saw 'em in Lucy's store. It made the house look nice, but...there were still leaks, 'n part of the roof came in, 'n our toilet broke..." Woodruff laughs; the smell was awful...
"...and...I don't know if anyone told ya, but I went out to find my parents after that. They were missin' for a while. My mom freaked out one day and stole a buncha jewelry from her job 'n ran off. My dad went after her, told me to hold down the fort for a couple days."
He looks forlorn into Koss' eyes with a regretful grimace. "It took me a couple weeks to do anything about it when I realized my dad wasn't comin' back either. When I burnt the house down, that was what pushed me to come here..."
My brow furrows when she told me I didn't remember the argument before. I...this has to be some kind of joke, right? Then again, that whole shitshow would've been something I'd have wanted to put out of mind...even then, is it like...amnesia or something? Maybe I got hit on the head, like back in Agartha when I got that concussion. But if that's the case, my medicine for it's been long gone...hell, I don't think I've had to worry about any concussion for a while. Would it just suddenly flare up like that?
I scoff when she mentions Koss. "That quack? He's here" ...on the other hand, he's the closest thing we have to an actual doctor at the moment. "Where is he?"
I hear a knock at the door. I think it's Koss at first, but then I hear Dinah's voice.
"Oh, good, good!" Pierre is a little taken aback that his customers already want to pay their fare. "I...wasn't actually going to ask about that, but if you're going to be on your way, I'll happily take it." His black maw swivels around and opens up, eager to hold any coinage put inside it (or Pierre is, the maw's just another mouth).
"As for breakfast, we...don't do that anymore. But I know of a food stand that's not far from here...tell the cook I said hello!"
"...what time is it?" "About nine. Why, you got any commitments?" "Nothing very soon...I have to be at my post in an hour, but that's it. Could I get some tea please?"
"Where'd you find Rutgers like that?" Oh, hey, Taylor A. Somewhat oblivious to the situation, she walks up behind the Trevanent with a key in her hand. She stops for a moment to look at her fellow officer. "That's a new look for him...maybe he's a secret drunk!"
Oh, right the door. She looks up and asks the Trevanent, "Coul'ja move, I need to get the door. Then we can do whatever we want with him!" She pokes the unconscious Rutgers' cap before squeezing past to get to the door and unlocking it, letting out a triumphant "AHA" as the lock clicks in and the door creeks open.
Pushing the door in and skipping inside, she goes to a window and pulls back one curtain, then another—letting in some much needed light into the room—then goes to the next window and pulls back one curtain...it's a very long and tedious process, not that you can tell by her expression.
Autumn follows behind Whitney, deciding to just listen to what conversations the others are having for now. She knows she needs to pay more attention to the others, that she shouldn't get so wrapped up in her own ideas. That's part of how she got into this mess. When Noriaki greets them, she simply raises a paw in acknowledgement. What was he thinking with Montresor and Notte? They had shifted so quickly, and yet... Niles was still trapped. They had to know what was going on with him, how they could save the Quilava.
Walking downstairs, Autumn catches Pierre's comment, and fishes around to find where she's stored her money. She'd thought ahead at least far enough to get some from her parents before she'd left for Holstown. It wasn't a royal sum, but it was enough to ensure that they'd be stable for the next few days without having to worry about some sort of cash flow.
"How much was it for the room for the night, again?"
"He should be around here somewhere. Are you good to get going?"
Mila is still unsettled by all of this, but she knows that nothing will come of just worrying. She's in the business of action now, or at least she tells herself that as she goes over to the door to see who's knocking. Her memory is somewhat fuzzy, so it takes her until she opens it to recall that the voice on the other side was Dinah's. Seeing the Krokorok, she attempts to smile, but her worry about Eliot is still clear.
"Hi, Dinah. Have you happened to see Koss? Or... would you happen to know anything about mental health? I know it's a long shot."
"Aww, hell. Ah should've been aroun' ta help, huh? Well, ah can promise ya now that ah'll stick aroun' till ya get that all figgered out."
Koss shakes his head at Woodruff's story, and moves to try to comfort him with a supportive hug. He knows all too well what it feels like to be alone and separated from family at the Furret's age, though it must be even worse when he didn't do it of his own choice. Even now the memory of it hurts, and he thinks about where it caused him to end up. He hopes that Woodruff doesn't suffer the same situation.
"Ah dunno if ya want ta take yer mind offa that wit' what ah've got, but it ain't exactly the happiest either. Lemme know if yer up fer it."
A Haxorus and his two Fraxure children, both male, head into a small opening between two buildings roughly three blocks west of the Patinkin's Inn. After some time of preparation the three set up business for the day. A random passerby can see exactly what's occuring here:the three run a food stand in this actually much lager than appearances would make it out to be area-one of few places in all of Becchel where one can get to some food, ever since the Patinkins stopped serving breakfast. Matter of fact, they have prided themselves on helping the customers who stay at that Inn since the Patinkins stopped doing such. Around the area further back from the main cooking area is a modest in size but decent-looking seating area: enough for a group of roughly the party's size to all eat; benches fit for four to six mons of average height and weight.
As the owner and lead cook, Mr. Davies, begins the first meals, he instructs his sons.
Timmy, Tommy, go see if the Patinkins' guests are awake.
In unison, both boys agree.
We'll get right on it!
And so the boys make the brief trek to the Inn..
Where there will be a few rasps upon the door and muffled voices, given the fact that the boys are talking through a closed door.
Hello? Mr. Patinkin? Anyone? Dad's getting things ready! Are your guests all awake yet?
I reach into my scarf yes that's Marlon's hammerspace and pull out roughly 6000 Poké, hopefully enough to cover for two.
Kevin, also in search through his bag, pulls out the same amount of Poké (roughly..)
So...you think the others are ready yet?
Edited by Team42Larson on Dec 5th 2018 at 6:44:05 AM
(I'm quickly greeted by Mila, who asks me about Koss and mental health.) The Alolan Raichu, right? He came in to speak to Woodruff. I decided to come see how Eliot is doing...I don't know much about mental health, unfortunately. I never read many of those sorts of books. How is Eliot this morning, anyway?
(Please tell me he is better...)
(Cole hands over the fare for himself, Gene, and Dodie. Marsha glances over at Rainmaker, sighs, and pays his way.) I'll bail yas out, Bellboy, okays? (She tells him.)
Who might that be? Are they the cook you mentioned? (Gene asks upon hearing the distant knocking.)
H-He was by the house I have been living by for the past while... (The Trevenant explains.)
(Taylor R starts to come to after being poked by Amaranth and feeling the movement of the Trevenant as she moves to let the Servine unlock the door.)
Ugh, what a strange dream... (He mutters. Then he looks up to see the Trevenant he met last night above him and realizes that wasn't a dream he just had.)
AACK! (He yelps, waving his arms around indiscriminately and tumbling out of the Trevenant's arms. He ends up upside-down on his cap and begins squirming around to right himself.) Oh no, not again! Help me out here, guys!
Here's hoping... (Mia says.)
(Reaching Pappa's, I look around to see if Mia, Tiff, and Tiago are coming. It seems we arrived ahead of them, though.)
Should we go ahead and save a table, mateys? (Rich asks.)
Uh...I dunno. (I say, shrugging.) May as well.
(We head inside. I see Pappa already up front.)
Back again, eh? (Pappa says.) Well, we've got plenty of seats in here right now! Go ahead and have a seat wherever you want and we'll be right with you.
Thanks! (I say. Spotting a particularly large table I begin leading the others to it.)
(Benji groggily wakes up and drops from the ceiling, landing in a purplish-pink gelatinous heap on the floor. Taking his normal Swampert form, he yawns and looks at Lucy's bed.) Whew, rise 'n shine, Lu-
(The bed is empty save for Ricky the plush Arbok. Benji's eyes go wide.) Oh heck, ohheckohheckoheckohheck! Lucy? (Benji cries, pulling away the blankets.)
Huh? (Benji spins around to see Lucy peeking back into the bedroom.)
OH! Heh, there you are, kid. (Benji says, relieved.) Ya scared me fer a minute there, just sayin'.
Why? (Lucy asks. Then she remembers.) Oh! Oops...sorry, Papa.
Eh, yer fine, kid. (Benji chuckles.) C'mon, let's git ready tuh head back to Blissparce!
Yeah! (Lucy says, leaping onto her bed and gathering her things up. Benji sighs in relief again and begins gathering up his own belongings.)
Edited by kablammin45 on Dec 5th 2018 at 7:12:52 AM
After deftly making his way down from the rooftops (while also refraining from drawing atfention), the Quilava passed by the Haxorus’s stand. ”Pardon me.” He made his way towards the Patinkin’s inn, briefly following the children, but turned onto the wall perpendicular of the entrance. He pressed himself against said wall and waited.
Whitney just sits down, listening. Despite what Anastasia told her, she still doesn't really have a grasp of what's going on...
"Hey, uh... so do we have a plan for what to do with this, uhm, "old spark" Noriaki had?"
"It would be best to discuss over breakfast, yes", said Noriaki before looking to Whitney, "Well, of course we intend to go and put a stop to her vile ambition. Today we are going to go confront her at her abode. The specifics are to be discussed and planned for."
Montresor and Notte appeared and rejoined the group just then.
"Good morning", said Notte with a bow, "I overheard that we are discussing today's strategy over breakfast. That sounds optimal. We would offer to make breakfast for you all, but alas... We do not expect there to be much to work with here. "
(When he heard the commotion from further away, he decided to move towards it. Just then, he heard knocking on the door. Deciding that the owners will likely answer it, he continued on.)
(Just then, the knight and his ward walked out of their room, both as ready as they can be.) [[evil:Ah. I see that you are awake. A beautiful day is it not? A shame it will be spoiled by that witch, but she will be brought to justice.
Yeah. What he said.
(With that, the Dragalge rejoined as well. Despite her tiredness, Eliza couldn't help but tease him.) And here I thought I was supposed to be the one to wake up early. I guess I am getting old.
(Arsene scoffed at the remark while firing back.) Yeah, yeah. I bet it shocks you that your "youthful glow" or whatever you kids call it is wearing off.
(Guess the old man's like a father to her. Or that grouchy uncle that gets invited to Christmas because it's tradition. At the very least he's not a racist. I think. Regardless, I nodded to the group before I started to head out.) The food ain't gonna fix itself now is it?
What the hell...?
Mr. Davies has his train of thought interrupted by a Quilava dropping down right in front of the food stand. Grumbling as the fire-type mon heads off with no clear motive he resumes his work, unaware his sons may be in the line of fire..
As the two boys wait for the door to open Tommy thinks he hears something.
Timmy, did you hear something?
I dunno. Do ya think I have the ears of A Loudred?
The boys resume waiting, not knowing who's nearby...
Well...they might be at Pappa's again for all I know.
Being able to get that all off his chest and Koss bringing him into a hug, Woodruff feels deeply, deeply relaxed. He stays silent for a moment, simply content to drink in this singular, floating moment until Koss alludes to his own woes. Letting go of him, Woodruff give Koss some space, dreading what he's to say now that the moment has passed.
"...tell me quick, I..." No...if it's something so worrying as what he told Koss, or even less so, he should afford him the time Koss gave to him. "...just...tell me."
Random thing to be reminded of, but this form is bugging me, this mismatched hand is bugging me, I'm retorting at Mila with her own voice and it's really bugging me...frankly, me from last night had the right idea with the hand. Huffing out in exasperation, I start shifting myself into a Salazzle, the hat I'm wearing ends up falling over my eyes as my head shrinks despite rest of my body otherwise lengthening or growing.
Once I've settled into this form (and great, right before food, right before I've even stepped out of bed, I've changed forms, and I feel like death, like the color's been drained from my face, my gray, dark gray face, is that even possible—
...just breathe, Eliot. It's not important...still... "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers—god, that's so much better! It doesn't sound like I'm in some fucked-up echo chamber!" ...anyway. "...it's probably just the concussion again. That's my verdict."
"The fare for the inn's a thousand Pok—" Hearing knocking, Pierre looks towards the door "Oh, who could that be?" "Does anyone else want tea," Marie says as she goes into the nook. The sliding door to the Patinkin's living quarters opens up, revealing a plum-tuckered George still adjusting to the morning. "Mom? Dad?" "George! Could you get the door for me?" "Wh—yes, yessir..." The small Glameow waddles towards the door; the Casside watches the boy, waiting for her tea, listening to the silence between the commotion. "But yes, it's a thousand Poké." The Neyad goes into the main room as well a little bit after Notte and Montresor, holding their weapons (one of the pins drops from her arms, and she has to sort of push it along with her tail as she moves).
With some effort, George is able to open the door, recognizing the two faces waiting outside. "Oh, Timmy! Tommy! Whatcha doing here?"
"Rutgers, it's okay! She was just helping your drunk ass!" After opening the curtains of another window, she squints her eyes and points at Rutgers accusingly. "Are you a drunk ass? We don't need no beerbellies on the force!"
"And you," she says to the Trevanent, directing her accusing finger her way. "...are you new here?" She drops the uber serious mode. "You said you have a house here, but I haven't seen your face around, so that's gotta be it, right?"
"Here's 3000 then, for me, the Growlithe, and... no, make that 4000 for both the Raichus."
Autumn fumbles with her money somewhat as she pulls out and then changes her mind on how much to give the inn's proprietor. After she hands it to him, she decides to take a seat on one of the mats from last night, this time using them in the intended method instead of flopping down on top of one with her stomach. It was relaxing that way, though.
"Maybe, but... either way I'm worried. I guess we should get going, El."
Mila waits for the now-Salazzle to start moving, and in the meantime moves over towards Dinah to share her observations about Eliot with her more quietly. She can see that Eliot is frustrated by recent events, and she's not quite sure what to make of his reaction to her concerns.
"He's less sad, but now he's been... upset again, like when we regrouped. He can't remember last night, but now he remembers what he'd forgotten then. I don't know what's up with him, but I'm worried for him. Keep an eye out for me, okay?"
" Arright, here we go."
Assured that he now has time to tell his tale, Koss lowers himself from his usual psychic levitation onto the edge of one of the beds, something Woodruff might recognize as a sign that he's about to be talking for a while. The orb he'd been carrying with him he safely tucks between the pillows, propped carefully so that it won't go off rolling every which way.
"So, if ya don't mind, I've got a story fer ya that I don't quite know how it ends jus' yet. Course, y've always been someone I can trust ta figure out the right way ta do things, so maybe you can figger out how it goes. Hell, ya might've taught me more 'bout how ta live than I've ever done fer ya. I'll have ta repay ya somehow."
Koss ends that statement with a deep, genuine laugh before leaning in slightly, and propping his head up with his paws. His face shifts to a serious expression, and he watches Woodruff intently as he talks, as if trying to get a read on exactly what the Furret thinks every step of the way through his upcoming tale. He foregoes any mind-reading, however, wanting instead to see how Woodruff reacts and chooses to formulate his ideas. Instinctive thoughts won't do him any good here.
"Anyways, the story starts wit' a familiar face, one maybe starin' ya down right now, though maybe a bit younger, more… yella. This Pikachu, ya see, he doesn't quite know where ta go in the world, an' he trusts his granpapa Kahan ta give him advice. But one day, as it's gotta go, his granpapa starts ta get sick wit'out gettin' better. 'Course, the Pikachu ain't wise ta the ways a' the world, an' he runs off ta look fer a cure. Runnin' from home ain't a good plan at the best a' times, an' this was far from the best a' times. Now, as he goes off lookin' fer anythin' ta help, he runs inta this guild, the "Swords 'a Justice". They help him out, an' give him somethin' ta find meanin'."
Koss' narration adopts a touch of bitterness at this point, and he has to glance aside to regain his composure. It's a shame that he couldn't keep that from ruining his story, he didn't want Woodruff to pick up on the problems he'd been facing so fast, but it's inevitable.
"Aside from that, he runs inta a Furret on his quest, well at the time he'd been a Sentret ah s'pose, an' takes a bit a' a shine ta the youngun. Fer his strange ways, the mon's got a good head on his shoulders, an' gives him the advice he needs, even if he doesn't quite know it yet. Thinkin' on it now, it kinda reminds him a' someone else, but he doesn't worry 'bout it at the time. Now, months pass, an' when the now Alolan Raichu finally finds somethin' he thinks will help, it's too late. Hell, it was too late the moment he stepped out that door, but he never knew that. Sigh he comes back ta his home ta find that Kahan is dead, an' that he ain't exactly the prodigal son. He'd been part of a big family, an' he'd slipped through the cracks. Havin' nothin' else, an' thinkin' that this journey a' his meant that he was s'posed ta help others, this kid, since he ain't thinkin' straight like an adult, goes back ta the guild. He picks up his work, an' he's happy fer a time."
Koss straightens himself out a bit, knowing that this is the point where Woodruff is no longer listening to things he's already fully aware of. His narration slows down now, to make sure that he doesn't accidentally forget an important bit of information.
"Now, the VA shows up on the guild's radar an' the Raichu is tasked wit' findin' somethin' ta help, since he's got skills in the field a' herbalism. He makes some progress, but it takes up all a' his time, an' not just 'cuz the guild wants it ta. He really thinks he's doin' what's best fer him. A bit later, these humanmons show up, an' he follows 'em fer a bit. He sees how they stick tagether, carin' fer each other an' savin' the day wit'out bein' alone. An' this, it hits the Raichu like a sack a' bricks. Maybe he'd been wrong 'bout what he wanted. Still, he knows he can't let up on his work, people need ta be saved. But the new arrivals remind him a' somethin', somethin' his granpapa told him 'bout. Somethin' that might just deal wit' the VA once an' fer all. This secret, whatever it is, is back wit' his family. So he goes, thinkin' that if he can just get this done, he'll be happy. But goin' home makes him think, as it does. An' he thinks, an' he realizes that it ain't just cuz' he ran that his family ain't happy wit' him. 'Cuz ya see, when he came back, he thought it might be a good idea ta tell 'em more 'bout himself. An' it wasn't that he'd been the first Alolan a' the family, nah; ya see, it was a big family, an' ya don't get a big family wit'out havin' kids. Course this Raichu never foun' the time ta get himself in a relationship, but his kinda relationship ain't the one that's gettin' him Pichus any time soon."
Koss chuckles weakly, hoping Woodruff wouldn't misinterpret him. It was about time that he let the Furret know, if he was to keep on being his friend and confidant.
"Now, don't get me wrong, he's still willin' ta be in the game, fer everythin' it's got ta offer, but yer smart an' I'm sure ya can figger out what the issue was. Anyways, he gets what he wants from his family, at least on the guild side a' things. On the personal side, he knows that he ain't ever comin' back, those bridges have been well an' truly burnt. But now's the key point, ya see. He realizes those bridges ain't comin' back, an' he realizes how much that hurts. It hurt like it did when Kahan was gone, not 'cuz he couldn't save him, but 'cuz he really just wanted friends 'n family ta stick aroun' wit'. So he gets ta thinkin', an' realizes that outside a' the guild, he knows next ta nobody, nobody but this one Furret. So, he says ta himself, "how d'I fix this? I still gotta work on this, I can't give up this job, or mons'll die. But these years, since I left my family, they ain't been any good 'sides maybe one exception." So he thinks an' he thinks, an' he finds this:"
It's at this point that Koss brings back the orb, levitating it over to his now-outstreched paw. He breaks his gaze once more to look at the sphere, promising many possibilities he's still not sure he wants to take.
"This orb, ya see, is a devolve. It'll take whoever uses it back ta' before when they'd last evolved, physically an' mentally. Near as he can tell, if he uses it once he's finished n' done wit' his current job, the orb'll take him back ta' 'bout when he left his home, memories 'n all. He'll be free from all the stress from the guild, all a' the wanderin' an' mopin' an' questionin'. Problem is, even though he'll now be fer all intents an' purposes a fresh-faced Pikachu facin' the world fer his first time, he'll lose that one connection he's still got."
Koss looks down to his feet, before moving the orb slowly over towards Woodruff, bringing it more or less to his eye level.
"So, ya see the predicament? Hey, take a look through that orb, right ta me. Ya can see someone how they once were, ya know. Now why don't ya tell me if the Pikachu in there looks happier than the mon ya see in front a' ya right now?"
Looking through the orb towards Woodruff, Koss himself can see a tiny Sentret, eliciting a murmur of a chuckle from the tired-out Alolan Raichu. From Woodruff's perspective, the tiny gleam in Koss' eye is only a dim shadow of the bright hope that's visible in the Pikachu seen through the orb's body.
"Now, I haven't a clue what this'll do ta my lifespan, If'n I had ta guess, I'd say I end up losin' those ten years fer good, givin' that new me maybe 70 years on average, startin' from however old I end up, maybe more ifn' I get lucky. But that ain't the problem here, I'd give that up wit'out a thought. It's our talks that I'd miss, an' I know there's no way I can force ya ta start again from square 1 wit' this foolish mon if ya don't want ta. But… it'd mean a lot ta me if you would."
Koss has to look away once more, this time taking a moment to let a few errant sniffles subside and to keep his eyes dry. Saying all that out loud, finally truly verbalizing the last 10 years of his life and the regrets he'd made with it has been tough, especially when he has to consider losing his last tie in the face of that very mon.
"So… start it all over, an' get a fresh light as soon as we can get a handle on the VA, or stay who I am now, an' keep the friend I'd like to say I've got in you; how does this story end? There's no way ya got an easy lot tryin' ta give me advice, but ya haven't failed me so far… all the blame's on me."
Edited by Cabe_Bedlam on Dec 5th 2018 at 8:07:39 AM
I will... (I nod at Mila. I'm not sure if this is all really the result of a concussion or what...I wish I knew what was going on as well.)
(And he just transformed again. I look at Mila for a moment and walk over beside him.) Eliot, do you need help getting out of bed and downstairs? Or should we bring you something to eat first?
No! I haven't touched a drink in my life! (Rutgers protests.)
I-I do not know...I suppose I am? (The Trevanant says to Taylor A, a bit nervous about being put on the spot like this.)
Uh, what actually happened was that I found her by the old Gould house while on patrol. (Taylor R tries to explain.) Around where we found Izabel Dos Santos....and I guess it's more that she actually found ME, though. She pretty much showed up out of nowhere!
(The Trevenant visibly freezes after Taylor R mentions the name of the deceased Dos Santos sibling.)
...Ah...thank you... I thanked the Swampert.
I stayed silent as I listened to the conversation of the others.
The Bisharp says that we should discuss the strategy that we will use against L'Arachel during breakfast.
Speaking of breakfast, the Patinkins can't really do breakfast, apparently.
He says, however, that there is a food stand not too far from the inn.
But eh...it's fine, being now a Bronzong and , in consequence, not (maybe) having a stomach kinda made me lose my Big Eater tendencies, so I guess that's good.
Edited by Theyja on Dec 5th 2018 at 7:15:27 PM
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