@Whimsley
SUZUKI YASHA
Pokedollars: 500
Team: Lulu the Yanma
Level 7
Moves: Tackle, Foresight, Quick Attack
Status: normal
Trail marks! This had to lead to where the assisstant and the merchant were. With renewed conviction Yasha trecked on forward even when the marks disappeared and reappeared at random times. Thank God that he actually found these marks or else he would had to turn back empty handed. Yasha kept on wading through the mud for whoever knows how long until he had stumbled upon a cart positioned precariously by the river. This was obviously the source of the tire tracks though what of the steed that pulled the cart and where was the driver of the cart? "Hello? Anyone there?!" Yasha called out to the cart only to be answered by silence. "No answer..."
He walked over to the cart and firmly gripped onto it, dragging it away from the river. The strain of this alone however had forced his wounds to reopen, leaving his bandages around his arms all bloodied. At least the cart wouldn't fall into the river now. "I wonder if there are any clues in it..." Yasha opened the door and entered the cart, the inside was only lit by the faint glow of a candle. So far there wasn't anything exactly out of the ordinary...Though why did the owner of the cart leave with all of its supplies in it? What exactly made him run away in such a hurry?
"I aint liking this, not one bit." Yasha glanced around and saw a whole container filled to the brim with Max Revives. Deciding that this may get much more troublesome without the aid of Lulu, he dipped his hand in the jar and took one of these miracle pills out. Soon the Yanma was summoned from her pokeball with a white flash, laying weakly on the floor. "Come on girl, ya gotta eat this." He held the Max Revive to her mouth and Lulu took a reluctant bite, her eyes widening at how bitter it was.
"YAN YAN YAN! (WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU MAKE ME EAT?!)" Lulu buzzed loudly, flying up with renewed energy and grumpiness. Yasha chuckled nervously and shrugged his shoulders.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures?." Soon the two of them exited the cart and Yasha yelled out, "Hey! Is there anyone out here?!"
SUZUKI YASHA
Pokedollars: 500
Team: Lulu the Yanma
Level 7
Moves: Tackle, Foresight, Quick Attack
Status: normal
Trail marks! This had to lead to where the assisstant and the merchant were. With renewed conviction Yasha trecked on forward even when the marks disappeared and reappeared at random times. Thank God that he actually found these marks or else he would had to turn back empty handed. Yasha kept on wading through the mud for whoever knows how long until he had stumbled upon a cart positioned precariously by the river. This was obviously the source of the tire tracks though what of the steed that pulled the cart and where was the driver of the cart? "Hello? Anyone there?!" Yasha called out to the cart only to be answered by silence. "No answer..."
He walked over to the cart and firmly gripped onto it, dragging it away from the river. The strain of this alone however had forced his wounds to reopen, leaving his bandages around his arms all bloodied. At least the cart wouldn't fall into the river now. "I wonder if there are any clues in it..." Yasha opened the door and entered the cart, the inside was only lit by the faint glow of a candle. So far there wasn't anything exactly out of the ordinary...Though why did the owner of the cart leave with all of its supplies in it? What exactly made him run away in such a hurry?
"I aint liking this, not one bit." Yasha glanced around and saw a whole container filled to the brim with Max Revives. Deciding that this may get much more troublesome without the aid of Lulu, he dipped his hand in the jar and took one of these miracle pills out. Soon the Yanma was summoned from her pokeball with a white flash, laying weakly on the floor. "Come on girl, ya gotta eat this." He held the Max Revive to her mouth and Lulu took a reluctant bite, her eyes widening at how bitter it was.
"YAN YAN YAN! (WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU MAKE ME EAT?!)" Lulu buzzed loudly, flying up with renewed energy and grumpiness. Yasha chuckled nervously and shrugged his shoulders.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures?." Soon the two of them exited the cart and Yasha yelled out, "Hey! Is there anyone out here?!"
