route_1065 | Now here I stand, oh in the morning sunshine, dreaming only of the promised land...

Now here I stand, oh in the morning sunshine, dreaming only of the promised land...

Who: Ramza Lugria (

throw_stone) and Walter (

beholdmydemons).
Where: Cherrygrove Inn!
When: The morning of 27/8.
Summary: Ramza and Walter meet, there is discussion afoot.
Rating: Um. Nothing bad should be happening, but I can edit if it does.
Log:
[It was just another day at the Inn - it was easy for Ramza. Work here in the mornings, the PokeShop in the evening, make a tidy amount of PokeDollars.

Did everything in this world have a connection to that word? Pokemon? It still rung odd to the young Beoulve - why would they do that, of all things? But, it was another day - another chance to continue learning to live as these people do every day. To fit in as any normal person would.
Wait, was that...]
...Walter?
[He looked to be coming this way, and... wow. He looked tired, for sure. Ah - no. He should... stay behind the reception desk. There's no need for him to rush out and escort him in, is there?]

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[He's exhausted, but it was worth it to not run out of supplies. He can rest here, then gain his bearings, and -

- holy shit okay automatic sliding doors are going to be the death of him via heart attack someday. He jolts and hurries through them, eying them strangely. The first thing Walter notices when he takes his eyes off the doors is - damn, this place is fancy. (It isn't, really, but to his eye the modern construction speaks of wealth.) The second is that the person behind the counter is the face he's been keeping an eye open for. He grins a little.]

Hoy. Didn't keep you waiting, did I?

[Two days, hell yes.]

[Don't worry, it took Ramza a little to get used to these doors - heck, he'll still hold out a hand to open them, without fail. With a smile on his face, though, Ramza does give a bit of a nod.]
Not for long - have you rested well on the road?
...You did not try the berries, did you?
[Luckily, Ramza didn't. Because, well, his Hoothoot stopped him, and Ramza took meaning from that...
If you think the lobby is fancy, Walter, wait until you see the rooms. They change the blankets every day, if you ask! Well, Ramza does that, but it is still amazing - it's done for everybody.]

[Walter shakes his head. No, he knows better than to eat strange fruit. Doubly so after demons became a thing.]

Would it trouble you if I took my leave to rest now, and we spoke after? I'm like to fall over before too long. [There's a faintly wry, joking tone in Walter's voice, but it's no lie that he sounds tired.] Er...just how much does it cost to stay here?

'Tis 200 PokeDollars, but... [A pause.] My room is free, right now. You may use it - shall I show you to it?
[ramza why are u such a cutie
He's stepped from behind the desk, and offers out a hand.]

[Walter looks startled at the price. That's, like...half the price of a poison remedy, what the hell.]

That's kind of you. I'll not decline. [Said like "I'd be an idiot to do so". He hitches his backpack up on his shoulder, looks back up, laughs, and shakes his head briefly.] 'Twas a jest. I'll stay awake on the way. [So go ahead and lead the way.]

[The prices are odd - but Ramza won't complain. If he wasn't such a serious fellow, he may have laughed at that.

But Ramza is a serious young boy, and so he just nods.]
Follow me.
[And so he started to make his way towards his room - staying quiet on the way, even if his eyes are still looking around the building. Luckily, his room is actually quite close to the check-in desk - but, still.

This land is amazing - even the construction of this place, the potted plants nearby, how nice everything was... Ramza had the slightest of smiles, as he pushed against the door, opening his own room up for Walter.]
I'm not to leave my job for a few more hours - but I hope you rest well, Walter.

[This is the swankiest place he's ever been in, and Walter spares a moment to walk into the room slowly and crane his neck around, uttering an impressed "damn me" under his breath.]

Rest indeed. [Hot. Damn. He goes to set his bag down against the wall and shuck his coat.] I appreciate it. I'll see you hence, Ramza.

[And, with one more glance back, Ramza left to work a little more.

...That is, until a few hours later, when his shift ended, and he returned to his room. Not to knowingly disturb his new travel partner, mind you. No, he had his two eggs to check on - as well as make sure his two Pokemon were fed before training. It's not like Walter would awake to the loud Hoothoot screeching as she ate, would he?]

[Walter's coat, bag, and belt are where he left them, on and around a chair in the corner, and it looks like he just flopped down on top of the bed without a care after that, snoring a little. He can sleep through the sound of the door opening, through footsteps and things being moved around.

The animal noises have him waking with a start and a grunt of alarm, hand flying to his hip and flailing around at the covers when it doesn't meet the hilt of a sword. He sits up straight, cursing groggily and looking around as focused as he can while half-awake for the source of the noise.]

Hildegard!
[Ramza notes the awakening - and suddenly grips the Pokeball... and the Pokemon vanishes into a bright red light. A moment of pause - Ramza still didn't quite get it. But it's some sort of magick... yes. That's what he'll think of it as. Less head breaking.

As it vanishes, though - Ramza turns, giving a bit of a frown. That darn bird... he places a hand to his hip, and gives a shake of the head.]
She's a loud one.

[For a few seconds Walter just blinks, still mostly asleep and brain trying to catch up with the world and decide whether he should be fighting or not or what.

After nothing explodes during those seconds, he mumbles something and sags forward, rubbing his face.]

You don't...say. [He trails off into a yawn, rolling his shoulders.

When it's not annoying, she works as my alarm. [matter-of-factly - but Ramza then approaches a little, looking over Walter closer.]
Should I leave you for longer? You seemed to be resting well...
[If it wasn't for the bird, he would have just changed outfits and gone to work at the PokeShop!]

[Hell of an alarm, if you're used to it, he thinks.] What's the hour...?

[...He's not really fall-over-tired anymore, but the urge to just flop back down is really strong. What's this bed made of?]

[Don't mind Ramza flopping into the bed next to you - sure, they had beds in Ivalice. But not modern beds. This softness is nice - though, he did sort of wish it was a little harder.]
'Tis near the middle of the day - around noon.
[A bit of a look to Walter.]
If you were at the akademy, you'd be scolded for being in bed at this time.
[ivalice stop spelling things weird. Ramza is an early waker - it's the way he was trained.]

A good thing I'm not, then. [HMRRRRRGH okay getting up getting up. Sitting up, yawning...looking around. So it's still not a dream.

He swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up, stretching.] That's...enough lying about for now, I think. I've an egg to retrieve from something called the "Pokemon Center".

[Hm?]
Did you also employ the service of the Breeding Center?
[Or did you buy a second egg, like him? His two eggs, right now, are nested nicely in a... makeshift nest, Sevrin having gone back to sleep by them.
Ramza, though, then just... stands, again, giving his body a little stretch.]
I can take you there.

I took an egg free of charge. 'Tis some kind of dog, I think. [Walter walks over to the chair and puts his belt and coat back on.] Do you mind if I leave my pack here? The doors lock, do they not?

Ah. [Ramza nods.] That more silver egg? I got it from there - the service is swift.
[He wonders, for a moment, if Walters' land has Chocobo... he should ask on the way down to the center.] They do - though I hold the only key. [He only got one key, honestly - he could have gotten another, but... he didn't expect a guest, to be honest.] Your pack shall not be stolen.
[And Ramza approaches the door, opening it - giving his Stunfisk a look. If anybody tries to break in, they will have a pancake fish to deal with.]

[Oh good, that's all he's really worried abou-

-let's get going] I was told it'd be there as I arrived. Let's, uh, not dawdle, then. [rushes out the door all nonchalantly-like]

[yeah you will need to tell ramza that sometime

But, he does close the door and lock it.]
The road was not too harsh, then?
[He asks, as he starts to walk towards... leaving the building. He'll trust you're keeping up - for one, you seem older then him - taller, at least.]

Not at all! 'Twas like a pleasant stroll. [ignore the part where he got so annoyed that he just powered through it for 36 hours straight then fell asleep in the middle of the day] Nothing but rats and small birds for danger on the way.

'Tis but the start of this quest - there's most likely more dangerous beasts outside these beginning paths. The paths all people walk. [All people... no matter what they were before, wander down that same path. As he says the next part, he does put a hand to the Pokeball containing his Hoothoot.] Did you try out capture?

So I hope. [Let's fight some things. Walter doesn't quite catch the full implication of that second part, though it makes him smile a bit for a reason he can't really place. Poetic. Makes him think of Kaga, for some reason.]

I did. Hoy - Samuel. [He casually opens a Pokeball from his belt, and the Rattata materializes to walk beside him with a yawn and a grumpy chitter. Clearly, Walter wasn't the only one who'd been resting.]

[Ramza looks down at the rat - and gives a slightest of nods.]
A rat, then? Perhaps I shouldn't let Hildegard out again - though I've not seen these creatures eat each other, I'd imagine they'd do it quite often.
[Ah... there's the Pokemon Center. As he gets a little closer, out comes the Hoothoot - flapping around before landing right on Ramzas' head.]
On the other hand - would they really try and eat each other in a place like this, so close to humans?

[Shrug.] I can't imagine it'd stop them. They're like animals, or so I've been told. [Samuel makes a little offended "r-tchi-tchi-tchi-tchi" noise at that.] ...Magic animals.

[Pokemon Cent-

-sliding doors.

...at least awkward grabbing is marginally more graceful than actually jumping away from the things.]

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