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Who: greedismyname, oldestfriend, noob_doctor, anyone else in the area
Where: Tail-end of Route 29 → Cherrygrove
When: October 27 (noonish?)
Summary: Greed, Death, and Doctor Stiles arrive in Cherrygrove, Greed wants to find bar or anything of the sort and also the hospital for his tired pokemon.
Rating: somewhere around PG
Log:

As they trekked to the next city, Greed had decided that this place, despite being strange and apparently filled with little monsters, was pretty awesome. He wasn't sure how many pigeon-things and purple rats that Lucky had pummeled, but it appeared that it had been enough that he was too tired to walk the rest of the way on his own. That was new thing for Greed too, getting tired. It was just so strange, not being invulnerable to human weaknesses. At least he had good people to hang with. Doc, as Greed had decided to call him, was a nice guy. He tried not to think about which old friends he was most reminded of when they talked. And Dee, Greed couldn't explain why it was, but he'd never felt so at ease with someone so fast. It was like they'd known each other before. Not to mention that she was damned nice to look at. He knelt down to look Lucky, who was currently lying on the ground after his last won battle. The newest edition to their team, a ferret-y thing he'd named Scout, climbed up on his shoulder to stare down at the other pokemon as well. He hadn't seen a need to keep either one in those containers. Being sealed up in a little ball didn't seem very comfortable to him, no matter what that guide had said. He imagined the person who wrote it had never actually been sealed up somewhere with no real means of escape. Lucky wagged his little stump of a tail as Greed put a hand on his head.

"Heh, good job boy. But I think that's enough battling for now. We're almost to the next city. The music is starting to change," he told him, scratching the dog pokemon's head right behind the ears. Greed stood, scooping up the tired pokemon as he did, and looked back at his more human traveling companions, "How close would you say we are to that next town? Think Lucky'll be okay until then?"

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The first night, 'Dee' had giggled herself to sleep despite the aches and pains of walking for so long, despite the strange weather. The feel of having a body is such a strange novelty, one she's rarely treated to. Yes, it hurts, and while she doesn't exactly like it... She can feel. It's so amazing.

She's obviously not quite so excitable now, looking down in concentration as she walks. The book in her hand is the Breeding guide from earlier, and it's pretty handy. She's been collecting berries, too- just in case. At Greed's question, she blinks and looks up. "Well, it's been three days," she replies, remembering what everyone- Sai, Heather, Fay- had told her. "We should be really close."

Hopefully they get there soon. She's just bursting with questions, from how to best take care of Ronmeer so he'll evolve to the strange green acorn- no, apricorn- she'd found on the route.

For now, she just tucks away the book and grins at Lucky. "He definitely needs a nice rest. Which reminds me, Derek!" She looks over to the third member of their group. "How have you been doing? Better since that operation of yours, right?" He doesn't talk about it much, so she simply goes with the optimist's thinking.

Derek looks from 'Dee' to Greed, with a small chuckle. Man, with these two, it really had taken only three days. They were sort-of weird, but they weren't bad people. "I've been fine... it's a little odd, though, that I'd still be feeling sort-of weak. Maybe it's because I left way to early."
Behind him, his Chansey is carrying the fallen Hoothoot he knocked out on the first day. "The Pokemon Center would be our best bet, to heal our comrades."

Greed had barely noticed that it'd really been three days.

"Heh, it all kinda felt like one long day t' me," he laughs in response to Dee's reply. All the battling and fatigue from each day had melted into a continuous stream that made it damn near impossible to tell one day from the other. When the Pokemon Center is brought up, Greed gives both of his companions a smile, and reaches out to lightly clap Derek on the shoulder with his free hand, "That sounds like an awesome idea. We all oughta take a load off. I could definitely use some scotch. Maybe a bath. That'd be real nice."

"Just tell us if you need to rest," she tells Derek, wagging a finger under his nose in a manner mock-motherly. "It'll be better than if something horrible happens and we have to carry you the rest of the way."

For a moment, her hand strays to the lump of the ankh underneath her scarf and coat, but then it falls down to her side again. "Let's hurry, then, okay? A bath sounds great." Her grin is a bit teasing. "I wonder if they're private here, or they have communal baths like the Greeks?"

_{((OOC: I'm so sorry, you two, I missed the notifs. orz And it's been a busy weekend.))}

(ooc: I saw 'anyone else in the area' and Ulquiorra here was headed toward Cherrygrove anyhow...please let me know if it's not okay and I'll delete my post.)

Ulquiorra's trip with his bulbasaur had been relatively uneventful. That was just as well, as it had given him a way to ease into having a human body. It was his first time ever having to eat anything other than souls. That he could recall, anyhow. He knew that at some point, he had been alive, then an ordinary soul, before starting the evolutionary process from ordinary hollow all the way up to becoming an arrancar. It was strange to be so powerful only days before and then to be here in this comparitively weak human form.

Still, his bulbasaur was patient with him, providing him with company but no pressure to interact more than he felt necessary. It was enough that he'd finally settled on a name. Uno. It wasn't a very imaginative name, but Ulquiorra wasn't an imaginative person. At least he'd bothered to name him in the first place. Between the discussions he had via the pokegear and his own attitude toward his bulbasaur, he had decided it was the best course of action.

As he walked, he heard a familiar sounding voice and saw three people ahead of him.

((ooc: it's totally fine! :D))

Greed turns as he hears someone approach, and a grin spreads across his face. It's that guy he talked with before. He was somehow paler than a homunculus, which seemed strange to him, but certainly no stranger than ending up in some foreign world with little monsters.

"Hey, I remember you. Don't I owe you a battle? I'd be happy t' oblige once I reach the pokemon center an' get Lucky an' Scout back in shape. Wanna walk with us th' rest of th' way?" he offers, then pauses a moment to think, "Oh, hey, never caught your name before, y'mind enlightening me?"

"Give your pokemon all the time they need to rest," said Ulquiorra. He was curious as to how well Uno would fare against another pokemon, but he wasn't in a particular hurry.

He nodded in regards to the question about walking with them. It seemed...human to do such a thing, and he was in a human body now. There was, at least, safety in numbers, even if this place seemed much safer than Hueco Mundo.

"I'm Ulquiorra Cifer. I didn't get your name either."

She's quiet as a newcomer shows up, curiosity shining in her eyes. It's like she's looking for something in Ulquirorra. When he introduces himself, she just smiles a bit.

So many people of "my" realm lately... This is going to be an "interesting" vacation.

"You can call me 'Dee'," she says, adjusting her pack. Admittedly, she wasn't completely a part of the discussion anyway, but the idea doesn't really bother her. "It'll be nice to have you with us, Ulquiorra." Her statement ends with a small giggle.

"If you guys have a battle, I'd love to ref it."

Greed takes hold of Ulquiorra's hand and shakes it in greeting, a wide grin on his face, "Nice t' meet you in th' flesh Uli, name's Greed. It's not too long of a walk into town."

He throws an easy smile over at Dee, "You'd do that? That'd be great, Dee. I was thinkin' I'd scope out this town a bit while Scout an' Lucky are at th' center. If I find a bar, I'll let you know so I c'n get you that drink."

Lucky seems to have dozed off already under Greed's arm, but Scout perks up, climbing off of his trainer's shoulder to greet Uno and scope out this new person. She takes the bulbasaur's paw in her own and shakes it in imitation of her trainer's actions, "Sen-tret, sensen!"

((ooc: btw, Uliquiorra!mun, we've got a vid post in my journal that's dated some time around after the weird message and you can jump in with the action. We're fighting a missingno and fleeing to Violet!Though the fight itself may be moved to Death's journal))

Shaking hands was a completely unfamiliar gesture to him, so Ulquiorra simply inclined his head politely to both Dee and Greed. There was something about the way that Dee looked at him that made him think she somehow knew him...but perhaps it was just that something about him was familiar. Greed's voice reminded him of Grimmjow, and someone had a voice very much like his own, so it could just as easily be some small familiar thing like that.

"That...would be appreciated," he said, trying to think of the socially correct response. "Thank you, Dee." Manners, he could handle. Social behaviour was considerably more of a challenge.

"Bulbasaur!" said Uno enthusiastically, doing much better than his master at grasping social rituals.

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/going to kill notifs, brb

me too, I haven't been getting any email updates and I posted this, wtf lj?! XP

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