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- Krysemna, a place yet to be written...
- Seen Jan 22, 2019
Hanso slowed to a halt, breathing a little hard. What am I thinking? He had no money he knew of - most of his supplies and belongings had been taken away back when he'd been put in the torturehouse - and...it didn't seem all that fair for him to get a meal for free just by using his position as a Gold Tribe warrior.
Looking back up, Hanso sighed. He'd lost sight of Guardia and Dark Lightning in the last few seconds. His stomach growled in complaint. Not to mention I don't have my insignia with me. The Gallade turned back the way he'd come and found it a little more crowded than when he'd run through. Getting back to the medics would take longer by foot.
Hanso closed his eyes, bringing up an image of the courtyard in his mind's eye. There would be others in the middle, so he looked along the outskirts of his image. There, that was where he'd seen the medics come from before he'd left. The Gallade concentrated...and was bumped into from behind, pushing him forward a few steps before he could have teleported. A second later, he could hear boxes hitting the ground and someone cursing under their breath.
Hanso turned back to find a Machoke glaring at him. "Can't you watch where you're goin'?" the Machoke growled, crouching down to pick up the wooden boxes he'd dropped. There were four of them. "Lucky that none o' these broke open," the Machoke added. "I'd hate to do th' same to you."
Why was he talking like that to hi- Oh. No indication of who he was. Hanso crouched down and put a box on top of two others that had already been stacked, then asked, "Where are you heading?"
"The hospital they set up near th' courtyard," the Machoke replied, a little calmer as he stacked the last box. "They needed someone t' come grab these supplies, and I need t' hurry, if you don't mi- Hey!"
Hanso had picked up the top box. "That's where I was about to go," he said. As an afterthought, he added, "Name's SharpEye."
The Machoke grunted, picking up his three boxes with ease. "Not often I see a fellow with a different eye," he replied. Hanso flinched, but the Machoke didn't seem to notice. "I'm Vanni." They started walking back in the direction of the courtyard. After a few minutes, Vanni said, "You remind me of someone in Shine City, b'fore it was destroyed. A Gardevoir, had the same eyes, but backwards. Prob'ly same height as you, too."
Hanso kept his face straight, but inside he was wondering. "Did you see her in the fight?" he asked.
Vanni snorted. "I protected her while she was teleportin' lots of us soldiers out. Best at gettin' more of us away from th' Ancients, what with her bein' Gold Tribe and all." He broke off as they were separated by a group of conversing Pokemon. When the two got together again, Vanni added, "An' that was after all th' fighting."
As the Machoke said this, he and Hanso came to the edge of the courtyard. Hanso saw several Pokemon, some of them Gold Tribe, grouped near a machine. Before Hanso could ask another question, Vanni was already heading towards the nearby temporary hospital. A minute later, the two had set the boxes down and opened them for the medical personnel.
A nearby Chansey spotted Hanso and hurried over. "Mr. Gold Tribe," she started, "if you recall, you left two of your things with me." She reached into her pouch and pulled out Hanso's bracer and insignia.
Ignoring Vanni's stare, Hanso took them and put them back on his right arm, with the insignia on his upper arm. Nothing else to hold them. "Thank you." His thoughts turned to the machine he'd just seen. Hanso turned and walked back out of the house, heading for the Pokemon near the machine.
Walking up beside Calamity, Hanso asked bluntly, "What's this thing?" His question was loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.
Looking back up, Hanso sighed. He'd lost sight of Guardia and Dark Lightning in the last few seconds. His stomach growled in complaint. Not to mention I don't have my insignia with me. The Gallade turned back the way he'd come and found it a little more crowded than when he'd run through. Getting back to the medics would take longer by foot.
Hanso closed his eyes, bringing up an image of the courtyard in his mind's eye. There would be others in the middle, so he looked along the outskirts of his image. There, that was where he'd seen the medics come from before he'd left. The Gallade concentrated...and was bumped into from behind, pushing him forward a few steps before he could have teleported. A second later, he could hear boxes hitting the ground and someone cursing under their breath.
Hanso turned back to find a Machoke glaring at him. "Can't you watch where you're goin'?" the Machoke growled, crouching down to pick up the wooden boxes he'd dropped. There were four of them. "Lucky that none o' these broke open," the Machoke added. "I'd hate to do th' same to you."
Why was he talking like that to hi- Oh. No indication of who he was. Hanso crouched down and put a box on top of two others that had already been stacked, then asked, "Where are you heading?"
"The hospital they set up near th' courtyard," the Machoke replied, a little calmer as he stacked the last box. "They needed someone t' come grab these supplies, and I need t' hurry, if you don't mi- Hey!"
Hanso had picked up the top box. "That's where I was about to go," he said. As an afterthought, he added, "Name's SharpEye."
The Machoke grunted, picking up his three boxes with ease. "Not often I see a fellow with a different eye," he replied. Hanso flinched, but the Machoke didn't seem to notice. "I'm Vanni." They started walking back in the direction of the courtyard. After a few minutes, Vanni said, "You remind me of someone in Shine City, b'fore it was destroyed. A Gardevoir, had the same eyes, but backwards. Prob'ly same height as you, too."
Hanso kept his face straight, but inside he was wondering. "Did you see her in the fight?" he asked.
Vanni snorted. "I protected her while she was teleportin' lots of us soldiers out. Best at gettin' more of us away from th' Ancients, what with her bein' Gold Tribe and all." He broke off as they were separated by a group of conversing Pokemon. When the two got together again, Vanni added, "An' that was after all th' fighting."
As the Machoke said this, he and Hanso came to the edge of the courtyard. Hanso saw several Pokemon, some of them Gold Tribe, grouped near a machine. Before Hanso could ask another question, Vanni was already heading towards the nearby temporary hospital. A minute later, the two had set the boxes down and opened them for the medical personnel.
A nearby Chansey spotted Hanso and hurried over. "Mr. Gold Tribe," she started, "if you recall, you left two of your things with me." She reached into her pouch and pulled out Hanso's bracer and insignia.
Ignoring Vanni's stare, Hanso took them and put them back on his right arm, with the insignia on his upper arm. Nothing else to hold them. "Thank you." His thoughts turned to the machine he'd just seen. Hanso turned and walked back out of the house, heading for the Pokemon near the machine.
Walking up beside Calamity, Hanso asked bluntly, "What's this thing?" His question was loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.