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Week 2.
WEEK 2. The new week begins with new surroundings. The city you've been growing accustomed to over the past week is now well behind you as you set out on your journey proper; the terrain still seems rocky and steep here as you move downhill and to the south, dotted here and there with small ponds to the east and rocky outcroppings that you can climb on to the west. There are also large expanses of tall grass here, and the entire route is flanked with tall trees leading off into the forest a short ways. You're more than welcome to explore; just don't stray too far from the group - you wouldn't want to be left behind out here, for any reason. Wild Pokémon are abundant here, as anyone venturing into the tall grass will discover; they aren't inclined to attack you, however, simply watching with dull, dead eyes as you stumble through the area they've come to call home. The trip is difficult, and it's a lot of walking, but it's not unmanageable; fortunately enough, the route you're on should lead you directly to Valor Lakefront, assuming there are no complications along the way. From Thursday and beyond, the route takes a sharp turn west; in front of you lies what's clearly the ocean, large rocks jutting out just offshore tempering the waves. It's safe to go in the water if you so choose - assuming you can swim, that is - and the forested terrain has given way to a large beach with patches of tall grass here and there. Interestingly, there's a house located on the beach; whether it's inhabited or not is difficult to tell. Of course, exploring slightly north of the beach will reveal a path. Maybe it leads somewhere important... POKEMON AVAILABLE: NEAR WATER SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week two of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget that a write-up is due next weekend!] |
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He gave you an out several times, you've only got yourself to blame.]
My captors kept me frozen in cryo when they didn't have a use for me.
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That would do it, yeah.
[He doesn't sound too fazed by it? Like, it's evident from his tone that he thinks that definitely sucks and all, but...]
Why'd they have you captured? Experimental stuff, or...?
[...It's also evident from his tone that he's sort of used to this kind of shit.]
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I was a POW. It was convenient. I was one of the only people who didn't die from the shit they were doing.
...that misfire was interesting
Got it. Don't worry, I'm not gonna ask too much, I know how that sort of shit goes and I kind of doubt you want to talk about it.
[He shrugs.]
Congratulations, I guess you just won a free pass to ask me one stupidly awkward question about shit I obviously don't want to talk about, no bitching allowed. Sorry about that.
you mean an amazing misfire
So. You said you were twenty, at the meeting.
[His expression is pretty serious.]
How does someone so young end up doing mercenary work?
[Though, by his expression, he looks like he has an idea.]
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I grew up in a shithole. My mom was sick with something that could've been treated, but we couldn't afford it. My father was a deadbeat, he walked out before I was born, so no help from him.
She couldn't afford treatment because of me, so I went out to make money to help her. She died before I could really get established in the trade, so I just kind of...stuck around, I guess. Not like I had anywhere else to go.
I was eleven. When she died. First started getting involved when I was ten.
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Both my parents were dead by the time I was seventeen, I had been working at the docks before then, but after that, I had to leave school, work at them full time. It wasn't easy, just by myself, but a few years later, my friend's Ma died, so he came to live with me.
Woulda been all right, but he was sick all the time. I could never complain to him about how bad our situation was, but I think he knew, anyway.
[He sighs.]
The shit we do to survive, huh?
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[jesus.]
My father never did come back, though my mom was convinced he would. She never did stop loving that asshole, kept telling me that he'd come back for me, that he was probably looking for me and thought about me all the time. Found out he died a few years ago, so it's kind of a moot point now.
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You and your Ma were probably both better off without him.
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[He pets at Flora's side for a moment, looking thoughtful.]
You seem like a good guy, for someone dealt such a shitty hand. I respect that, for what it's worth.
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Likewise, man.
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