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[h3][color=662d91]~Abigail Blanchett~[/color][/h3]

[color=662d91]"Uhm...well. Who says we make camp now? I could go for some food."[/color]

After receiving no reply, Abigial took a quick look around. Where....? She was utterly alone out here, save for Tyrian who was playing with a blade of grass. Did the others...get killed by the Onix?...

for a moment, her legs felt weak.

[color=662d91]"Ugh...well if they got eaten that's their problem."[/color] She sighed, somewhat awkwardly as whatever remorse or grief she may have briefly felt vanishing in an instant. Time to make camp then. she'd get an early start tomorrow without those idiots slowing her down. First things first, get her tent up. She reached into her bag, pulling out a small one-person tent that was easily folded into her admittedly rather large purse. She sat laid her purse on the ground, getting to work on putting the tent up.

While she worked, Tyrian went about doing...whatever it was he normally did. He had lost interest in the blade of grass that he was playing with, and instead started snooping inside of her bag. After a few minutes, he found his way to one of the repels she had picked up earlier. Being the curious little pokemon that he was, he started gnawing on the can.

just as she finished putting up the tent, she heard a small cry as Tyrian scurried out of her bag, growling softly as he tried to get the taste of the repel off of his tongue.

[color=662d91]"Oi, you little troublemaker! What are you doing now?"[/color] She asked, walking over to the small pokemon as he started gnawing on a blade of grass. [color=662d91]"What did you do now?"[/color] She asked, causing the pokemon to growl towards her bag in response. With a sigh, she knelt down and looked inside, only to find most of her things were now covered in repel.

...well, at least wild pokemon wouldn't be taking her things now.

With a sigh she gave Tyrian a harsh look. [color=662d91]"That'll teach you to mess with things."[/color] She grumbled, but didn't do anything else. Right...firewood. She needed firewood. It was starting to get cold, and she was still hungry...

having a fire type would be awesome right about now...ah well, she'd manage.

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Sometime later, she had a nice little fire going in the small clearing she had found herself in. A water bottle sat empty on the ground next to her. It didn't take her very long to get a nice little meal cooked after getting the fire going. Tyrian was curled up in a little ball next to her, sleeping soundly. She should probably be getting to bed soon too, then. Not like there was much else she could do, but oddly enough she wasn't tired.

She sighed, throwing another stick into the fire. Oh well. She'd buy more at Cherrygrove once she got there tomorrow. She'd also need to find a new partner to travel with since the others seemed to have vanished. Shouldn't be a problem to find a decently competent looking trainer in Cherrygrove, unlike the idiots she was previously forced to partner with.

...speaking of partners, she should really probably check on that Spinarak.

[color=662d91]"Alright, out you go."[/color] She said as she released the bug type from it's pokeball. The Spinarak looked momentarily dazed, probably still slightly hurting from that beating it had earlier from the Onix. After regaining its senses, it looked up at Abigail, studying her momentarily.

[color=662d91]"Alright, we had a deal. Go if you want."[/color] She sighed, causing the Spinarak to narrow its eyes slightly at her, as if it was expecting some kind of trick or other form of deception. [color=662d91]"Look here, bug, you wanna leave, then leave, I'm not gonna stop you. You're annoying anyways."[/color] Abigail huffed. The spinarak still seemed to be studying her quietly, as if it still didn't entirely believe her. Still, it started to turn to leave slowly.

After it was out of sight. Abigail sighed again, and picked up the sleeping Tyrian. [color=662d91]"looks like it's just me and you."[/color] She sighed. [color=662d91]"Ah well, we don't need those losers or that stupid bug, do we? We'll do just fine without them!"[/color] She gave Tyrian a huge grin, before giving it a pat on the head. He ignored her, and simply curled back up on her lap.

and that's, when she felt something crawling on her head. Again.

[color=662d91]"That's not going to work twice, bug."[/color] She said, tilting her head up to get a glimpse of a familiar looking bug. It seemed somewhat disappointed that it hadn't freaked her out like last time. [color=662d91]"Dunno why you're back, but if you're coming with me, you're gonna have to do as I say, alright?"[/color] She told the bug type, to which it simply rolled its eyes and settled down on her head. [color=662d91]"You mess up my hair again by the way, I will feed you to a flock of hoothoot."[/color]

She frowned. Damn it...she was still hungry, but she didn't want to eat all of her food.

...oh well, what's the worse that could happen? She'd be a cherrygrove soon anyways. She'd easily get more food there.

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