Foreshadows of Hoenn [IC]
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May 24th, 2013 (2:37 PM).
Private property what the heck are you doing here get out
Turnip arrived back at Delta Camp in a matter of seconds, deciding that he'd advise the various other troops not to freak out about his gunfire.
"Yeah, there's no need to worry, that was just-"
He paused, noticing that no-one was listening.
"Well... That's a... thing. Dammit."
In fact, all of the troops seemed to be rushing somewhere, and it looked like there were more than when he left. Had the reinforcements arrived? Sure looked like it.
Eh, close enough. Those are the only orders I have from the General, anyway, so I guess I've got free rein now. The time is nigh - to hunt for Nicholas Cage!
Turnip promptly turned back towards the forest, seeing that none of the other HR soldiers were paying any attention to him. He sure paid attention to them, though, shadowing their rough route to hopefully find where everything was happening. As much as it bothered him, he had to make sure Nicolas was alive - then he could get some answers out of the mysterious man, who would also hopefully continue to perform well in his acting career. Because Turnip is still making the Nicholas Cage connection. Still. Seriously.
He ended up at some kind of an impasse - trees were thick, and one had fallen. He could probably climb it, but he really just couldn't be bothered right then and there. He ended up making a long way around, and before he knew it he could hear the sounds of battle.
Trouble was, it was coming from behind and to the left of him. Flanking it was, then, apparently.
"Alrighty, nearly there. I'll just save, then, I'll- wait, what? What am I saving? Why am I talking to myself? I'm just going- I- this is like something someone in a story would do. I'm done." He put a hand to his forehead, "I need to shoot something..."
Turnip pulled out his Desert Eagle. "Except I don't..." He put it back. "Except I still need a weapon out..." Turnip pulled his AK-47 from his back this time.
He continued his walk through the forest. "Well, if I'm going insane, at least I know it. Sort of. Maybe. I really shouldn't be talking, I need to be stealthy, dammit..." His voice quietened to a whisper as he finished rambling.
A Pidgey flew by on his right, but he let it pass. From the looks of things, and judging by the sound, he was looping around around about now.
He spotted two Pokémon a few metres in front of him. This could be awkward. One was a Golduck, a blue, vaguely humanoid creature with a red orb on its forehead and a white bill. It appeared it had some kind of blue necklace - no doubt, then, definitely some form of sophisticated. The other was a Gardevoir, like the one Sigil had originally dressed up as. Not him, though, clearly, as it was demonstrating its psychic power by levitating a few separate blobs of water.
He hoped that he could probably get around the two - they appeared to be concentrating on whatever they were planning, so it was likely he could just-
Behind him. An Ariados, scuttling forward from the lower canopy just a little to the left. Turnip turned on it with his AK drawn. The arachnid Pokémon didn't seem to know if it was targeting Turnip or the other two Pokémon.
Turnip hoped his rifle could intimidate the Ariados into leaving. It did seem to hesitate for a moment, but not for long. String shot out from its head, followed by three loud bangs. The Ariados flipped over and fell to the ground. Turnip snapped, rifle raised, to the two from before, who had doubtless heard it. The string, now, unpropelled, hit Turnip with meagre force in the legs.
String Shot was always a pretty bad move anyway...
"Well, uh, hey- let's not do anything too hasty, I'm just going to, uh, I want to go. And I kind of just saved you from that Ariados, so, how about we don't attack, and uh, you know, get ice cream instead, or something?"
Turnips shall rise.
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