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victory_road2024-07-02 04:14 pm
garbagechild) wrote in victory_road2024-07-02 04:14 pm
[ANONYMOUS Text] / Action for Route 29
[TEXT, approximately midday on July 1st]
how t
how to stop hed from hurting
resons hwy hed myte b hurting human
dose hed hurting mean deth (for humane)
[WHAT'S UP NETWORK, it seems someone has gotten their wires crossed and is trying to use the PsyDuckDuckGo searchbar but keeps posting messages by accident.]
[Help. Help them.]
____
[ACTION for Route 29]
[With a gritted-teeth groan, Wrath sets aside the PokeGear and presses both hands to his temples.]
[He's been walking west from New Bark with his new Pokemon partner for about five hours. And while his memories of once being human here are growing clearer by the minute, he doesn't remember it ever being quite like this. His head is throbbing and the heat is unbearable.]
[And there's no air-conditioned buildings or shady storefronts to duck into like there always had been in the Goldenrod City (or "the yellow town", as he always used to think of it).]
[At least there's trees, which is what he's finally opted for now that the sun is high in the sky and the thought of taking another step is about as appealing as sticking his head in a wasp's nest. Laying spread-eagled on the grass under the shade of a big maple is at least cooler... but it hasn't stopped the banging pains in his head.]
[Sitting next to him is both the (thus far unexplored) complimentary rucksack from "Mom", and his starter: a little Cubone, who's been watching him a little worriedly. Said Cubone is the one who pulled the PokeGear out of a pocket on the backpack and helpfully pointed out the internet search engine (prior to being assigned to his very! first! trainer!!!!! (exciting!) he had been cared for by Elm's various lab assistants, and had seen them look things up online for research regularly!), but it didn't seem like the search had been fruitful.]
"Bone?"
[Wrath cracks open one eye, grimacing-- his partner has started to rummage through the backpack, pulling out packets of trailmix and holding them up expectantly.]
[But he doesn't feel hungry-- he feels gross. :(]
You can have it...
[He's just gonna fold an arm over his face and lay there like a corpse for a bit.]
[IDIOT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE'S JUST DEHYDRATED.]
how t
how to stop hed from hurting
resons hwy hed myte b hurting human
dose hed hurting mean deth (for humane)
[WHAT'S UP NETWORK, it seems someone has gotten their wires crossed and is trying to use the PsyDuckDuckGo searchbar but keeps posting messages by accident.]
[Help. Help them.]
[ACTION for Route 29]
[With a gritted-teeth groan, Wrath sets aside the PokeGear and presses both hands to his temples.]
[He's been walking west from New Bark with his new Pokemon partner for about five hours. And while his memories of once being human here are growing clearer by the minute, he doesn't remember it ever being quite like this. His head is throbbing and the heat is unbearable.]
[And there's no air-conditioned buildings or shady storefronts to duck into like there always had been in the Goldenrod City (or "the yellow town", as he always used to think of it).]
[At least there's trees, which is what he's finally opted for now that the sun is high in the sky and the thought of taking another step is about as appealing as sticking his head in a wasp's nest. Laying spread-eagled on the grass under the shade of a big maple is at least cooler... but it hasn't stopped the banging pains in his head.]
[Sitting next to him is both the (thus far unexplored) complimentary rucksack from "Mom", and his starter: a little Cubone, who's been watching him a little worriedly. Said Cubone is the one who pulled the PokeGear out of a pocket on the backpack and helpfully pointed out the internet search engine (prior to being assigned to his very! first! trainer!!!!! (exciting!) he had been cared for by Elm's various lab assistants, and had seen them look things up online for research regularly!), but it didn't seem like the search had been fruitful.]
"Bone?"
[Wrath cracks open one eye, grimacing-- his partner has started to rummage through the backpack, pulling out packets of trailmix and holding them up expectantly.]
[But he doesn't feel hungry-- he feels gross. :(]
You can have it...
[He's just gonna fold an arm over his face and lay there like a corpse for a bit.]
[
[anon text]
That was supposed to say "longer". just find the water as soon as you can and you won't need to worry about turning into a raisin
I do have a question though. Are you a child or a car?
[anon text]
[The question catches Wrath completely off-guard and he stares at it for a moment before replying.]
????
i am neyther??
[He doesn't really consider himself a child anymore.
He's wrong, but who's gonna tell him?][anon text]
just curious. I've met people who used to be cars before.
oh yeah, for food there should be stuff in your bag. DON'T eat berries from the woods.
the pokemon will eat them but DO NOT eat them yourself
[anon text]
aneways i wasent going to eat the berrys
[He remembers... that much.]
[But also, he's not even hungry. He's forced down some granola... but it had FAILED to instantly cure his headache, so now he's all disgruntled about it.]
[anon text]
or maybe they were robots that could turn into cars. either way people can be all kinds of weird stuff here
[anon text]
...
oh.
[Robots that turned INTO cars... that's completely different. Okay, mystery misinformation man, he'll give you that one.]