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[Pokémon] A Smell of Petroleum Pervades Throughout

Adin Terim

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Look around the house to try and see why the hoard of monster-things haven't gutted you yet. Make sure to have a Spooky Flaming Torch and your Dangerous Makeshift Knife on hand.
 
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Let's not increase the spread of the flames just yet, make Spooky Torch Mark 2 out of the stick and poke the flesh a bit with it.
 

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> Set the house on fire and climb out the window, if all goes well the aggressor would be dead.

The house is already on fire. The only thing stopping from going up in a hideous blaze right now is the fact that the kitchen tiles are harder to burn than the wooden floor.

> Look around the house to try and see why the hoard of monster-things haven't gutted you yet. Make sure to have a Spooky Flaming Torch and your Dangerous Makeshift Knife on hand.

You return to your campfire and stick the stout branch into the flames.

Othodox obtained one Spooky Flaming Torch! Othodox bore the Spooky Flaming Torch aloft.

Torch in one hand and knife in the other, you have a look around the house but see nothing out of the ordinary. You return to the door, a little nonplussed.

> Let's not increase the spread of the flames just yet, make Spooky Torch Mark 2 out of the stick and poke the flesh a bit with it.

At the mere sight of the flames, the horde begins to shift uneasily, and those members of it nearest to you start to crawl backwards over their fellows, desperate to put some distance between themselves and that unnatural green light.

An idea strikes you, and you get your Pokédex out. As you suspected, a new Eldritch Form has been added to the entry for Weedle.

Man. Whatever mutated the Pokémon was seriously kind to the Weedle. They've gone from pathetic hindrances to... well, slightly less pathetic hindrances, but they really do look a hell of a lot scarier than before.

The Eldritch Weedle part as you step out of the doorway, swinging your Spooky Flaming Torch boldly; in fact, they start to run, obviously associating you with the fire on Route 30 that, you realise, probably incinerated a good few of their brethren. A sudden feeling of Mightiness courses through your veins, and you get the feeling that a Spooky Flaming Torch is almost as good as a Belly Drum for raising the old fighting spirit.

A few steps away from the door, the horde breaks and flees: the ground, for ten horrible seconds, is a writhing mass of diseased flesh studded with spines and cancerous knobs of meat – and then the Weedle are gone, and you are alone with your Torch, and your ego.

Fan-freakin'-tastic. This is the most badass you have been since you woke up yesterday. Your mere presence causes the enemy to flee in terror; their puny minds cannot handle the might that is Othodox.

You gloss over the fact that what they're actually afraid of is the Eldritch Cyndaquil's fire. There's no need to lower the mood.
 

Adin Terim

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Head back up route 30, go grab another berry. Check your inventory and Spooky Torch Mark 2's burn level.
 

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Should probably start moving on up to Violet City. Because that's the logical next step? Also, check the state of the dress I assume is still on, is it in good enough condition to continue protect your modesty?
 

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Find a jar inside the house, and put some of that weird fire inside the jar and keep it as your protector-pet-thingy. :3
 

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> Find a jar inside the house, and put some of that weird fire inside the jar and keep it as your protector-pet-thingy. :3

You go back inside the Guide Gent's house, but the fire has got past the kitchen tiles and has started on the floorboards, and you don't feel it would be wise to plunge through it just to look for a jar.

Next door, however, you find a large, sturdy jam jar, and you tap your Spooky Flaming Torch on its rim, knocking a couple of cinders into it. You put the lid on, and watch in stupefaction as the inside of the glass catches fire. Without air.

Man. You're beginning to think that even hiding in that pond wouldn't have done anything to protect you from this stuff.

Still, the jar doesn't seem to be melting, and in fact seems to be burning at the rate of continental drift, so the fire in there will probably last for the foreseeable future.

Othodox obtained one Jar of Sentient Fire! Othodox put the Jar of Sentient Fire in the Epic-Tier Loot Pocket.

Oh, sweet. Something else to go in there.

>Should probably start moving on up to Violet City. Because that's the logical next step? Also, check the state of the dress I assume is still on, is it in good enough condition to continue protect your modesty?
> Head back up route 30, go grab another berry. Check your inventory and Spooky Torch Mark 2's burn level.


The dress is perfect, dahlink. Just perfect.

You walk on up Route 30, newly invigorated by your recently-gained position of Fire Hero (for such, in your state of sublimely inflated ego, you have decided to dub yourself). You regard the flaming wreck of the Lonesome House with pitiless disdain; hah! Eldritch Cyndaquil, indeed. You'd like to see who comes off worse between you now.

Actually, you think, coming to your sense for a moment, no you wouldn't.

You'd like to gather a Berry, but the tree is on fire and the Berries are exploding in the heat with little high-pitched screams that are totally unexpected and not a little disturbing. Hum. It seems they can feel pain.

It's probably best if you didn't think about that too much.

The path forks here. You could either continue up the log leading up the ledge to the path, where there are certain signs of disturbance, or go north through the long grass to the east by the pond. Now that Eldritch Cyndaquil is back in your mind, you don't feel confident about making a decision until told what to do by the voices in your head.

Huh. So much for the Fire Hero, then.

You decide to take the path above the ledge, since that's where you're mysterious saviour dropped you off, and also because the trees by the long grass are on fire.

Scrambling up the log onto the path, you note that, as before, there are signs of some kind of struggle here: a couple of toppled trees, a few huge claw-marks in the dust, a single human femur.

Aaaaaagh!

You start so violently you almost fall backwards off the ledge. There's no mistaking it: there, by that log, is a sun-bleached bone that most definitely belongs on the inside of a human leg.

You feel a little woozy, and have to sit down for a while. Christ. The first physical contact with another human since you got here, and they're dead. It says a lot about this place – or about the Narrator.

In the middle of these thoughts, you are struck by a peculiar noise – something like a crackling hiss, emanating from somewhere rather more close by than you're comfortable with. For one heart-stopping moment, you consider the possibility of the bone having an attendant ghost – and then a scarcely less disquieting revelation hits you: the sound is coming from your Bag.

You shudder, and grip your Dangerous Makeshift Knife more tightly. It's time to check your Inventory.

Inventory:
Adamantine Spider Silk x7
Beauteous Ring x1
Berry x1
Bloodstained Mail x1
Bulging Wallet x1
Dangerous Makeshift Knife x1
Decayed Potion x1
Delicious Meat Bits x6
Elm's Key x1
Flowery Wreath x1
Glass Shards x5
Green Apricorn x1
Half a Cup of Cold Coffee x1
Half a Roll of Gaffer Tape x1
Hambone x1
Hyper Potion x2
Jar of Sentient Fire x1
Lava Cookie x7
Lithium Batteries x4
Long-Range Scanner Attachment x1
Machine Pistol Magazine x6
Miracle Seed x1
Mysterious Note x1
Novelty Giraffe Shoe x1
Poké Ball x1
Potion x2
Powerless Tablet Computer x1
Rare Bone x1
Rocks x12
Shiny Stone x1
Spooky Flaming Torch x1
Stale Baguette x1
Stylish Dress x1
Togepi Egg Shard x2
Weird Shrivelled Thing x1

Nothing. No invading creatures; no eldritch beasties. What on earth could be...?

You frown, and pick up the Jar of Sentient Fire.

sss, crackle the flames, drybonesssburnssticksshungry...

Jesus Christ. The thing can talk.

You almost drop the Jar in astonishment. OK, so it is named the Jar of Sentient Fire, but still... you weren't expecting that.

Is this what makes the Cyndaquil so hungry, you wonder. The constant clamouring of its flames for food, neverending, driving it onwards in search of something, anything that can be digested and burned?

All right, time to forget that. There's no need to make the monster any creepier than it already is.

sss, the flames insist, feedussburnburnhungryy...

You look at the fire, and then at the bone.

"That?" you ask uncertainly, unable to quite believe you're talking to a jar full of fire.

deadflesshbonemeatburn, the fire replies.

You think that might be a yes, and with some trepidation you unscrew the lid of the jar and pour a little of the fire out onto the femur. It flares down its length and consumes it in seconds, roaring hungrily like a tiny tiger – and, much to your surprise, proceeds to crawl back into the jar, where it burns down low and emits strangely rhythmic popping noises.

If you didn't know that it was impossible, you'd say it was snoring.

You replace the lid carefully and stand up, staring at your fire.

Perhaps it's because you lit it, but it seems to be tame.

Now that could be useful.

OK, so it isn't really a Pokémon, but if you hold it up to the light and squint at it a bit, it might be a kind of green fiery Grimer without eyes. And therefore you, as a Pokémon Trainer, have just acquired a new 'Pokémon': your first in quite some time.

You grin, and decide the most logical thing to do now is to give her – you have arbitrarily decided your fire is female – a nickname.

Also to do something about the way her searing-hot jar is burning your hands.

Spooky Flaming Torch is 5% burned out.

Othodox is a Really Really Tiny Little Bit Wounded!
 

Adin Terim

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Name your Jar of Sentient Fire new pokémon Vesta in honor of your goddess. Try and use the Adamantine Spider Silk to make a stylish pair of gloves that will match your dress and protect you from the heat. You should also probably eat a lava cookie to deal with your burn, unless a lava cookie is nothing more than a cookie then you need to use a potion to wash your burnt hands.
 
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Do you think if we 'catch' Vesta with a pokeball it will melt like with the Totodile? Either way we should check Mr.Pokemon (Purveyor of all this strange in the pokemon world) House before we head to Violet City oh and the Pokedex to see if it will Register Vesta
 
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> Name your Jar of Sentient Fire new pokémon Vesta in honor of your goddess. Try and use the Adamantine Spider Silk to make a stylish pair of gloves that will match your dress and protect you from the heat. You should also probably eat a lava cookie to deal with your burn, unless a lava cookie is nothing more than a cookie then you need to use a potion to wash your burnt hands.
> Do you think if we 'catch' Vesta with a pokeball it will melt like with the Totodile? Either way we should check Mr.Pokemon (Purveyor of all this strange in the pokemon world) House before we head to Violet City oh and the Pokedex to see if it will Register Vesta


You name it Vesta, which does not please Tabiti. She is a proud and independent goddess of the Scythians, not some flimsy Roman knockoff.

Othodox's Devotion has decreased!

Othodox is now Regarded Frostily by Tabiti!


Damn it. The Name Rater had better have survived the apocalypse, you think darkly.

Now, for something to protect your hands. You eat a Lava Cookie, but it seems it only really works on Pokémon, so you wash your hands in a Potion instead. That does the trick, and the worst of the stinging disappears.

That done, it's time to prevent them from getting burned again. You can't even cut the Silk, let alone make something out of it to match the Dress, but you take a couple of bits, wrap them around your hands and hold them in place with strips of tape. Inelegant, but functional.

Othodox crafted one Shoddily-Made Pair of Heat-Resistant Gloves! Othodox put the Shoddily-Made Pair of Heat Resistant Gloves on his hands.

Kurt's got nothing on you. He might be able to hollow out fruit and use it to catch Pokémon, but you can make shoes and gloves like nobody's business. If you survive this, you're thinking of setting up a tailor's shop in Goldenrod. Othodox & Sons (you have no sons, but it sounds good): Suppliers of Stuffed Shoes and Flame-Retardant Gloves to the Landed Gentry. Est. 2012.

You wonder if any sign-painters are still alive. You'd love to get that shop sign done up all fancy, with gold cursive script on a dark green background.

Mm. Lovely.

Rousing yourself from your reverie, you ponder what to do next. You could try and catch Vesta with a Poké Ball, but you only have one and you're really not sure you want to risk losing it on something that may not even be catchable. Perhaps you could check what the Pokédex categorises her as; if it can register her, it might be worth trying.

With that in mind, you get it out and point it at the Jar. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it seems a bit confused; at first, the entry for Cyndaquil pops up, to be replaced abruptly with that for Grimer. Then it switches to Eldritch Cyndaquil, and finally compromises by adding a new entry between Cyndaquil and Quilava whose name appears to be NEW SPECIES [PLEASE ENTER NAME DATA MANUALLY]. Apparently, the Pokédex believes this to be an alternate evolutionary line of Cyndaquil, and has this to say about it:

A new species only recently discovered by the Pokémon Trainer Othodox. Little is known about it, but its consuming hunger is unrivalled by that of any other species.

This prompts you to have a look at Vesta to try and work out her stats, but whatever the Pokédex thinks, you're sure she isn't a Pokémon: you can't work out her Level or anything. It seems she's just a fire, albeit an abnormally intelligent one.

You keep her jar in hand as you make your way further north up Route 30. You haven't forgotten that the Radar Mode registered thirty-nine Pokémon on this Route last time you used it, and you don't want to be defenceless if you run into any of them. You put your Dangerous Makeshift Knife back in your Bag; the Torch and Vesta seem like more potent weapons right now, especially as the Knife, being made of glass, doesn't seem to have been taking the strain of use too well and is now distinctly cracked.

The northwestern part of Route 30 is of a distinctly higher elevation than the surrounding grasslands, and that's probably why you don't notice the bodies before you reach the top of the incline. Once you do, however, you can't help but stare.

There is a veritable field of Eldritch Pokémon here, claws and tentacles and grotesque excrescences protruding hideously into the air, and every single one is dead.

What the hell happened here?

You take a few cautious steps towards a couple of things that might once have been Rattata, and bend down to have a look. They're covered in a multiplicity of slashing wounds and claw marks, and the same dark ichor that flowed from the Cyndaquil's neck when you cut it seems to have crystallised around the injuries into a kind of foetid crust. There are also some shorter, deeper wounds that, unlike the others, don't seem to correspond with the marks of a Pokémon attack – but you have no idea what might have caused them.

You straighten up after that, unwilling to be so close to the bodies for too long. The smell is unbelievable; there's that same odour of crude oil that all the Eldritch Forms seem to share, but overlaid with the horrible stench of rotting flesh and the dark stink of blood.

Did the beasts here kill each other? No, that can't be right... Rattata fight mainly with their incisors, and there's no sign of bite marks anywhere on these bodies. You move on through the field a little, and see some long, twisted things that were probably Sentret – no bites on them, either, and Sentret too are prone to using their teeth to win fights.

Then you come across something absolutely godawfully terrifying that may once have been a Pidgey and is now a cross between a pterodactyl, a California condor and a leprous frog, and realise that the claw marks were definitely made by talons. Those long wounds, too... they would correspond to Air Slashes, you think. Was this a battle between birds and rodents?

No, that makes no sense either. The Eldritch Pidgey has been split almost in two by another Air Slash wound, and there are the same short, deep gashes in its breast that you've seen on the other creatures. It wasn't fighting them; it was a victim too.

So what happened?

You're not sure you want to stick around to find out, and hurry past the killing field quickly, leaving the smell behind you and pressing on to the north.

Here, the path diverges: there's a small tree blocking the way to Mr. Pokémon's house to the right, and the main road leading to Violet City to the north. Since the voices in your head have been insisting upon it for ages now, you push past the tree and head down the hill again to the right. You pass through a short avenue of trees and then, all at once, the house rises up before you; it always seems to come at you out of nowhere. It's probably the remote location, and the weird beams from the satellite dish that Mr. Pokémon installed on the roof to make his position untrackable by the CIA.

Mr. Pokémon is a man of many beliefs. Some of them even make sense.

His Berry – or Apricorn, it seems inconsistent – tree is gone; judging by the bite marks in the stump, it looks like something chewed it in half and walked away with the important end. His mailbox is empty, and the door to his house wide open.

You pause.

You are not sure why the door would be open, but you are equally sure that it should not be.

Perhaps you should think carefully and consider your options before entering.
 
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Considering?Thinking? Pshh, thats stuffs for losers. into the house we go, to kill whaterver lurks inside!
 

Adin Terim

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Pray in penance to your goddess; explain that of course the charlitains that are the roman gods/goddesses pale in comparison to the one true pantheon of gods/goddess of the Scythians. And that the history of the Scythians is so very lacking in today's society and that the romans had a version of you is the only thing you could think of when trying to name the Jar of Sentient Fire in your honor. Offer up the bodies of the Eldritch Pokémon in sacrifice to Tabiti for your hubris.

Try and use the pokédex to see if there are any pokémon near by before doing something stupid.

For the name maybe, Calcivour the Eldritch Flame Pokémon. (calcine - set on fire and devour - consume)
 
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Try to convince Tabitti that naming her Vesta was actually a hit on the Roman Goddess comparing her to flaming mush, Also go inside best case scenario it's a crazy Mr.Pokemon, which in my books would be a distinct improvement to the things we've seen thus far worst case it's an Evolved Eldritch Quilava who's looking for revenge and would be immune to your many new fire based attacks....maybe we shouldn't go in there >.>
 

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> Pray in penance to your goddess; explain that of course the charlitains that are the roman gods/goddesses pale in comparison to the one true pantheon of gods/goddess of the Scythians. And that the history of the Scythians is so very lacking in today's society and that the romans had a version of you is the only thing you could think of when trying to name the Jar of Sentient Fire in your honor. Offer up the bodies of the Eldritch Pokémon in sacrifice to Tabiti for your hubris.
Try and use the pokédex to see if there are any pokémon near by before doing something stupid.
For the name maybe, Calcivour the Eldritch Flame Pokémon. (calcine - set on fire and devour - consume)
>Try to convince Tabitti that naming her Vesta was actually a hit on the Roman Goddess comparing her to flaming mush, Also go inside best case scenario it's a crazy Mr.Pokemon, which in my books would be a distinct improvement to the things we've seen thus far worst case it's an Evolved Eldritch Quilava who's looking for revenge and would be immune to your many new fire based attacks....maybe we shouldn't go in there >.>


You offer a quick prayer to Tabiti, but whether or not she exists, she still seems pissed-off with you. A Roman version indeed! Don't you understand the interpretatio graeca? There are no equivalents, only mortal attempts at drawing parallels.

Othodox's Devotion has decreased!

Othodox is Viewed with a Cold Heart by Tabiti!


Not for the first time during the course of your journey, you consider the possibility that you have gone insane. I mean, it would explain the nightmarish horrors you've encountered, and it would also explain why you appear to be taking the imaginary opinions of a nonexistent deity so seriously.

It would also explain why you're wearing a dress, a wreath and a stuffed toy as a shoe.

Well, insane or not, you still have to deal with your current situation. Purely to put off entering Mr. Pokémon's house for a while longer, you open up the Pokédex and enter a new species name for Vesta's... type. Whatever she is.

REGISTERED:
CALCIVOUR, the ELDRITCHFLA Pokémon.


Wait, 'Eldritch Flame' doesn't fit? Damn it. Can you edit it...? Ah, crap. So much for your marvellous contribution to science.

You sigh, and take advantage of your distraction to quietly enter Mr. Pokémon's house before you get too scared to do so.

The inside is a mess. Tables have been overturned, display cases shattered and valuable curiosities and machinery scattered across the floor; there are clumsily-punched holes in the walls and the vast television that always used to inspire such envy in you has been bodily hurled across the room, judging by the marks on it. A pair of shoes protrude from underneath it, but you don't feel like going to find out if they still have feet in.

(Hint: they probably still have feet in.)

But all of this pales into insignificance before the thing directly opposite you, in the middle of the far wall. Seven feet of gleaming blue-black armour, barbed and hooked at every possible opportunity; taloned fists like paired meathooks, each claw lovingly coated with hundreds of tiny serrations; feet the size of your skull, clearly the cause of the cracked floorboards – and a single, towering horn at the front, snapped off halfway down its length but still obviously lethal. It gives off a powerful smell of crude oil and linseed, but even without that there's no mistaking that this is the scariest thing you've ever seen.

It's very obviously an Eldritch Heracross, and you are incredibly relieved to see that someone has pinned it to the wall with an enormous metal spike.

You take a few cautious steps towards it, reluctant to come too close; as the mysterious note made clear to you, Eldritch Pokémon aren't easy to kill, and despite the way it hangs lifeless from its pin you don't want to risk anything. If that thing came back to life and managed to get within three feet of you, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would kill you almost instantly, with or without Vesta defending you.

The Heracross remains motionless.

You let out a long, shaky breath. You still aren't sure whether it's alive or not, but you're halfway across the room and it hasn't moved yet, so you assume it's safe to take your eyes off it and investigate the room.

There's a huge pile of mechanical parts, some of which may still be functioning, in one corner of the room, where they used to be displayed; there are many more bits of electronic gubbins scattered across the floor, as well as a few shattered bits of bone, eggshell and other trophies. There is another heap of goods in another corner, this time mostly organic in origin.

Most alluringly of all, there is a steel briefcase on the floor directly underneath the pinned Heracross. Its lid is slightly ajar, but maddeningly, it faces away from you so you can't see what's inside it. You can, however, make out a very faint blue light emanating from within.

To get to it, though, you'll have to pass within a foot of the beast on the wall.

Spooky Flaming Torch is 12% burned out.
 
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I bet Vesta is Hungry. Lets give her a taste of Eldritch Heracross, and when you know it's dead, take the breifecase.
 
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Before we do anything that wakes the Heracross up look under the t.v. so see if those shoe's are a surivivor a victim or just a pair of shoes not a giraffe, and look to see if there's anymore togepi eggshells, and I wonder if organic means living creatures or plants and berries
 

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> I bet Vesta is Hungry. Lets give her a taste of Eldritch Heracross, and when you know it's dead, take the breifecase.

This would be suicide. Vesta is, as ever, a creature of endless ravening, but even she won't be able to burn the Heracross to death before it wakes up and swaps your skull and sternum around. Sure, you might take it down with you, but really, you'd rather stay alive than die, even if it is a heroic death.

> Before we do anything that wakes the Heracross up look under the t.v. so see if those shoe's are a surivivor a victim or just a pair of shoes not a giraffe, and look to see if there's anymore togepi eggshells, and I wonder if organic means living creatures or plants and berries

Christ. You were hoping no one would make you do this, but...

You tiptoe over to the TV, and take a closer look at the shoes. By a supreme effort of will, you manage to hold back the vomit.

You have found Mr. Pokémon.

It looks like the Heracross picked up the TV and threw it at him with enough force to flatten him from head to ankles. If anything, it's a testament to the strength of the TV; it's almost entirely undamaged. If you were some kind of master blacksmith, perhaps you could create a suit of armour out of it. Or would that be too stupid? Either way, it's too big to take with you, so you leave it and the body it covers alone.

You turn your attention to the pile of organic refuse. Rooting through it turns up a few interesting scraps.

Othodox found one Togepi Egg Shard! Othodox put the Togepi Egg Shard in the Bits o' Egg Pocket.

Othodox found one Sealed Box of Dustox Powder! Othodox put the Sealed Box of Dustox Powder in the Powdered Goods Pocket.

Othodox found one Poisonous Needle! Othodox put the Poisonous Needle in the Weapons Pocket.


That last one looks like it would be a more than adequate replacement for your Dangerous Makeshift Knife. A little tag on it proclaims it came from a Beedrill of unusual size shot near Blackthorn a few years ago; it's still oozing beads of clear liquid from the tip. It just needs a handle of some kind and you could stab pretty much anything to death with it.

Well, anything weak to Bug or Poison, anyway.

Spooky Flaming Torch is 13% burned out.

There is a (possibly) dead Eldritch Heracross here.

There is an alluring briefcase here.

There is a pile of mechanical parts here.

There is a corpse under a TV here.

To the south is the exit to Route 30.
 
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See if there's anything of real interest in the mechanical parts than test the waters by getting just close enough that your out of the Heracross' reach and throw a rock at it, if it attacks toss Vesta at it and run for the exit
 
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Instead of possibly angeringg the beast, why dont we try and use a branch ir something to slide the breifcase over to you without getting in range of the crazy monster-beast.
 

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Well, so much for visiting Mr. PKMN.
Take his shoes off and see if it's still okay to wear, and if it's comfortable to wear than your shoe-handiwork.
 
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