Week 1.

[azumods]

WEEK 1. As Cynthia had promised, the sun does indeed rise the next morning. Whether you slept or not (and sleeping inside the Pokémon Center you were in before seems totally fine by the attendant), it seems Cynthia kept her word; she left sometime shortly before sunrise, and you haven't been bothered by Team Galactic and those that work for it in the interim. It isn't advisable to return to the headquarters building, however. At least not for the time being. However, a new day does dawn, and with it comes the knowledge that you're in an unfamiliar city, completely on your own. There are several things to be done before you can leave: gathering supplies and provisions, finding maps, obtaining new clothes... Of course, your new "companions" are still with you, and they don't seem willing to leave your side; they'll follow you dutifully, but they still seem...wrong, horribly so, and it doesn't seem to be wearing off. Maybe if you work with them a little...? Try to talk to them, train them, teach them to do things... Who knows? It might do them some good. CURRENT LOCATION: VEILSTONE CITY POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week one 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 this weekend! Feel free to investigate the city as you see fit this week; we ask only that you try to stagger investigations and be mindful of what's already been checked. If you wish to investigate, notify the mods in your comment subject for your top-level and we'll get on it as soon as possible!]

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[bloodspent]

[So the meeting was a reasonably interesting time, though he's finding himself more pissed off than anything at some of the stuff that was discussed. Everything involving Maylene and her dad, everything with Team Galactic and their weird culty bullshit, none of it is sitting well with him. He doesn't sleep well Wednesday night, and Thursday sees him awake with way too much energy and needing something to burn it on.

Fortunately, he did promise Kiryu a fight; even when he's not doing that, though, he can be found in the gym for the better portion of the day, just...setting up punching bags and looking at his Scraggy like he's asking for input.

(Hlača, it should probably be noted, is currently wearing a cute as fuck dark blue jacket courtesy of Camilla. Between that and the pants and the goddamn suspenders, he literally has a full outfit. God help us all.)]

Come on, Hlača. Hit it or something.

[The Scraggy just stares at him for a moment before obediently getting into position and violently headbutting the shit out of the punching bag; it's obvious that that's not what Jake was expecting at all, but you know what, right now he will take literally anything.]

...Okay! I mean, I wasn't thinking with your face, but if that's what you wanna do then go for it. Hell yeah!

[So much blankstaring from Hlača, man. So much.

...Well, after a good amount of...that, whatever we're considering that, Jake can be found sitting near the southern entrance to the city; he's not going anywhere, don't worry, he just wants to be around less people. It looks like he's got food with him - some of those berries, you can buy them apparently - and he's passing some of them off to Hlača and trying to decide whether it's a good idea to actually eat any of them himself when he notices one of those Houndours that can be found around the place sitting nearby, just staring.]

Oh, hey. [Jake whistles at it a bit, but it either doesn't understand the meaning of that or it doesn't care; it just keeps on staring. Jake pauses for a moment before holding out one of the berries toward it.] You hungry? C'mere and take some of this weird blue fruit off my hands. I'll even keep Hlača from hitting you with his face.

[...That won't stop him from picking the dog up as soon as it gets close enough for him to do that, just to see if he can. The dog, predictably, gives not a single fuck, and long story short, that is how he ends up sitting there with a skullfaced puppy on his lap for way longer than he should, feeding it goddamn berries because he supposes it's just kind of his now.]

southern entrance

[fatalstrikes]

[Today's been a bit of a weird day for Yuri as well. The meeting didn't do much to put his mind at ease, so he's spent the day just kind of wandering the city aimlessly and checking out the various Pokémon. He's even got a guidebook with him! Look at him, he's actually doing his best to study these creatures. There are a lot of them.

He wanders across Jake by accident, and he takes a moment to flip through the book to find the dog Pokémon Jake's got with him.]

"Houndour, the Dark Pokémon." Really? It's a Dark-type and they just call it "the Dark Pokémon"?

[He makes a face at that and instead holds up a hand in greeting.]

Hey, seems you've made a new friend.

[bloodspent]

[Yuri is just going to judge this entire godforsaken world by the end of things, isn't he.]

Looks like it. She's behaving, anyway, and she doesn't seem too inclined to leave.

[fatalstrikes]

[Oh absolutely. Just look at this world.]

She's pretty cute. I'd say you got pretty lucky.

[You don't mind if he joins you, right? Well, he's taking a seat anyway. As usual, Roc comes and sits beside him and he pats her on the head.]

[bloodspent]

[He snorts out a laugh at that.]

Luck's not usually my thing, so you know what? I'll take it.

[fatalstrikes]

Who knows, maybe being brought here marks a turning point in your life. Maybe now you'll be lucky. No more worrying about people or B.O.W.s chasing after you, just adorable little creatures to worry about.

[bloodspent]

Wouldn't I like that. Unfortunately, I've got to get back to where I came from eventually. Sticking around's not really an option.

[fatalstrikes]

Yeah, I understand. It's not really an option for me either. Places to go, stuff to do, [cataclysms to stop] you know how it is.

[bloodspent]

I doubt I'd be too happy here anyway. Even if everyone was a little less...y'know.

[This.]

[fatalstrikes]

Yeah. It'd take a long time to get used to a world like this. And even then I'm not sure I'd ever be able to really settle in. I wouldn't say fighting's what I live for, but it sure makes life a lot more entertaining.

[bloodspent]

[He's quiet for a moment at that. Feeds the puppy another berry. She takes it without complaint, though she doesn't seem enthusiastic about it, either.]

Fighting always has been what I live for. It's what I make my living off of, and even when I'm not on the job it's the one thing I know I'm really good at. There's not much here for someone like me.

[fatalstrikes]

[...]

Well, hopefully we'll be able to do what we can for this world and figure out a way to get home soon. Wouldn't want you to be too bored here, yeah?

[It's light, but he thinks he gets it.]

gym

[thunderwolf]

[Eustace wasn't expecting quite so much noise when he came in here to do some personal training (this sort of equipment isn't so useful for training his Mimikyu with). Still, watching Jake and Hlača do their thing while he takes a quick break has proven to be kind of entertaining.

...]

Guess its head must be built to fight like that.

[One can only hope.]

[bloodspent]

Looks like it, doesn't it.

[He is so fucking confused and yet so pleased.]

[thunderwolf]

It didn't have the suspenders before, right?

[He'd seen Jake and his Scraggy around before them, and he's thinking back to that...]

Maybe it's used to having its hands busy.

southern entrance

[semistableman]

[Bucky doesn't arrive soon enough to see Jake scoop the dog up, but he does arrive to see the dog sitting in his lap.]

Cute dog.

[Look at its little fangs!]

[bloodspent]

[You know, for a second he looks like denying it? But...]

Cutest fuckin' dog in the city, if you ask me.

[...Jake, she doesn't care.]

[semistableman]

Hell, yeah.

[He's not about to disagree. Look at that cute pupper.]

You got a name picked out?

[bloodspent]

Lobanja, I think.

[His naming skills don't exist but it's in a foreign language so it's fine.]

[semistableman]

[Unfortunately, he's speaking to the man who knows over 30 languages. We don't have a complete list so I am absolutely saying he knows Serbian.

That being said, he makes a strange noise that's between a cough and a laugh, bringing his hand to his face.]

Cute. It fits.

[bloodspent]

[Ehhhh, he just settles back a bit, a light laugh behind his words when he speaks.]

I'm still doing better than the Americans, they're unimaginative and they butcher the pronunciation every damn time. One outta two ain't bad.

You're good with languages, I'm guessing?

[semistableman]

Yeah, I know a few.

[A few, he says.]

That's why I'm goin' with names I already know. No possibility to mess it up.

[bloodspent]

Likewise. As someone who also knows a few.

[semistableman]

A lot of the names that were popular when I was a kid are practically unknown these days.

It's actually pretty strange thinking about.

[bloodspent]

The world's changed a lot since then, I'm guessing. Just in general.