Departure.

[azumods]

SENDOFF. For a Team Galactic stronghold, Eterna City is a lot more pleasant than it could have been. You've largely been left alone by the locals except for those which you've chosen to engage. and they all still seem rather blank and dead behind the eyes; that said, however, they seem a bit more...lively here than they have elsewhere. They notice you, and perhaps more telling they have vague interest in things - in pursuing things just because they can, and not because they have to. However, your time here is drawing to a close; it's time to leave, to head north to Snowpoint City - and it seems that some of those people that have noticed you have caught wind of your intentions. After all, it's very cold up there; can you really be sure you have enough supplies? Just outside the Pokémon Center the morning you set out, there are large baskets full of supplies waiting for you - warm jackets and blankets, first-aid kits with medication that can be used on humans, and a few potions and the like for your Pokémon as well. There isn't any indication of who left them, just notes reading "For Our Visitors" tacked onto them. There's also something odd along with them - a box with a different note, written in flowery script. "I thought you might appreciate these. - Cynthia" As for what's inside...well, you'll have to open it and see. [OOC: Welcome to the end of Week 5! The box Cynthia left you contains one of your submitted material regains, whichever you decide that one regain to be! No NPC response will be given to this post, though you can thread here amongst yourselves if you wish; we'll see you tomorrow at noon with a new log for your further adventures!]

Comments

[discutio]

What is it?

[you sound upset good buddy]

Are you alright?

[semistableman]

It's my uniform. From the War. I don't know how Cynthia got hold of it-- this was destroyed decades ago. Hell, I didn't have it with me for most of the war. Howard made me a new one.

[discutio]

Were I to wager a guess, I'd say Galactic ended up with our personal effects the same way they did us--reaching throughout time and space likely at random. Cynthia probably found another warehouse.

[semistableman]

Makes as much sense as anything else, I guess. I'm just glad to have it back.

[He looks it over carefully.]

I guess I've gotten too big. I'm not so sure this is going to fit. I didn't realize how muscular I'd gotten.

[discutio]

If you wanted to wear it I could probably help with some alterations, depending on what supplies we find in the next city.

[semistableman]

[Bucky flashes a grin even if Ignis can't see it.]

Honestly, that would be great. It's warm; it's meant for winter weather.

[discutio]

That shouldn't be impossible at all; I might need a bit of assistance with measurements, but I'm a fair enough hand with sewing.

[semistableman]

With any luck, we'll be able to get the supplies. It shouldn't be hard, helping you with the measurements.

[....]

You'll be able to save time, because you won't need to measure out my left sleeve.

[BUCKY]

[discutio]

Certainly will cut back on fabric costs. [He didn't even miss a beat, flashing a bright smile.]

[semistableman]

[Thank goodness for Ignis.]

It would be a handful, lugging all of that fabric around otherwise.

[discutio]

I'm sure it would be quite the spectacle to behold.

[he is living finally someone appreciates his sense of humor]

[semistableman]

[Damn, he's going to need to step up his game. He's dealing with a master.]

Wouldn't want people to decide we need someone to hold our hands to keep their eyes on us.

[discutio]

[the real war begins now]

Luckily for you, I've always possessed a very sharp eye for detail and incredibly steady hands.

[semistableman]

[Bucky barks a laugh.]

I know when I've been outmatched. But don't think you've won. Just because you won the battle....