Rune Alchemist
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Moonlit Mountain
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Moonlit Mountain
Route 3
"Well, Gabby. Here is where we part ways." Ezio said, turning to Gabrielle. The Pâtissière grinned at her friend, hugging him before stepping away.
"I guess so." Gabrielle said, looking at the entrance to Mt. Moon. Her Chansey stood beside her, and on her bag strap are three Pokeballs, the Skiddo's newly caught Premier Ball resting snugly on its new spot in her team. "Adieu mon ami, oh and tell Rosalina that I said 'Hi.'"
"Don't worry, I will." Ezio said. He waved, walking down the path to Cameron. Just as the boy turned the corner, a black and blue dog-like Pokemon popped its head sleepily out of his backpack. And then he was gone.
"... Was that-" Gabrielle tried, shaking her head. "No, no. I must be hallucinating. Anyway, shall we go Euphy?"
"Chansey!"
Mt. Moon
Appropriate BGM
"W-Woah..." The Pâtissière looked up at the large cave that is Mt. Moon. Never before has she been in a cave by herself, and the one time that she did she had to hold her mother's and sister's hands so that they won't get lost, so it was with a bit of trepidation and excitement did she enter the mountain. It's time for some exploration!
The cave is a series of tunnels crossing over each other, an easy place to get lost in, especially for someone like Gabrielle. The colors of the walls are indistinct from the local Geodude, which would make it harder to traverse and make her way through. Bioluminescent mushrooms can be seen growing in the damp corners of the cave, lighting up the way for travelers.
Since Mt. Moon is a solutional, limestone cave, it has high ceilings, with fearsome stalactites where Zubat frequently make their home. The limestone flooring also make it somewhat hard for Gabrielle to traverse on her skates, the rough and slippery rock having little traction for feet.
Thankfully enough, the well-traveled path is more worn, and is much easier to walk on. So as long as the Pâtissière doesn't stray from the path, she won't lose her way in this labyrinthian cave.
Ten minutes, a few sidepaths, and a Zubat swiping her Rock Cake later, she's lost.
"So much for not getting lost." Gabrielle sighed, pulling the Pith helmet down to hide her blush. Chansey shook her head beside her, resigned that she's traveling with a perpetually lost girl. "Hmm... maybe I could find a Nosepass? That way I won't get lost anymore. Or maybe some other Pokemon here that can show me the way."
She watched as a family of Paras pass from one tunnel into another, muttering their species' name while holding something on their little paws. Chansey looked from the wild Pokemon to her trainer, wondering why they stopped. Then, the Pâtissière's eyes lit up as if she had an epiphany.
"Oh, right!" Gabrielle said, tapping her hand to her palm. She grabbed a ball from her strap and released the Pokemon inside it. The Grass Goat appeared in front of her, bleating its species' name in greeting. "Skiddo here lived outside. Do you know the way to Cerulean City?"
Skiddo shook his head, having never step foot in Mt. Moon before.
"Ah, I guess it was too good to be true." She said, hanging her head. "Oh well. Maybe I should just capture one of the other Pokemon here and see if they can show us the way. Perhaps one of those Paras we saw earlier?"
Gabrielle looked at her Skiddo, who was now talking animatedly with her Chansey. Despite being caught quite recently, this morning in fact, it looked like it had no hard feelings towards her. She remembered the few times her mother caught a Pokemon, one particularly stubborn Metang took about a year before it warmed up to her, and it only really followed her mother once it learned that Gabrielle herself was in trouble.
Looking at her watch, it was past noon. Realizing that she missed lunch, she immediately called for a break and sent out Sweets to help with setting up a small camp in the tunnel of the cave. She just finished preparing her portable stove when she noticed Skiddo looking at her and her Pokemon as they worked.
"Oh, I haven't properly introduced myself, have I?" Gabrielle asked the Mount Pokemon, who tilted its head to the side in confusion. "I'm Gabrielle Recette. I came from Kalos where Skiddo like you are quite common." She smiled at him, "I traveled here to Kanto to fulfill my dream as an aspiring Pokemon Pâtissière."
The Skiddo huffed.
"What do they do? Well, a Pâtissière is someone who makes sweets." She explained, taking out a plastic air-tight container filled with brownies. Sweets the Slurpuff stopped what it was doing and hopped up to the girl, who kept it away from the dessert with a hand. "Euphy and Sweets also help me out in the kitchen, you could help out if you want?"
Skiddo turned his head away, showing its displeasure at the notion.
"Should have expected that." Sweat beaded down the back of Gabrielle's neck, her expression sheepish. She turned Sweets around and urged it to continue its work, who eyed the sweets longingly before doing what it was told.
Time passed as the girl and her Pokemon set up their temporary camp in the cave. The girl watched as the pot she filled with salted water bubble, preparing to cook a meal for herself and her Pokemon. She poured a measured amount of pasta into the water and covered the pot with its lid. Sighing, she sat back on the rock, keeping an eye on her watch and the pot, in-case it bubbled up and overflowed.
"It would have been better if I used Fresh Pasta," she said to herself, referring to a freshly made pasta instead of the preserved ones she's using. She prepared the roux, a mixture of melted butter and flour, making sure that she didn't brown it. She's making Béchamel sauce to go with her pasta. She would have made Carbonara, but she doubted that she'll be able to cook it reliably.
With that in mind, she continued on her task of making lunch with half her mind thinking up ways on how to escape from the mountain. What she wouldn't do for a companion right now, or at least a Nospass. She bets she wouldn't get lost with the Rock-type in her party.
"Oi, what is that wonderful smell?" A Hiker trudged up the path into the clearing Gabrielle has set up camp. The burly man is heaving a large backpack on his back and using a walking stick to help his climb. He gave a smile that showed off all his pearly whites, and Gabrielle couldn't help but smile together with him. "Afternoon, lass. A bit late for lunch, ain't it?"
"I suppose?" Gabrielle said, unsure herself. "I've been wandering around this cave for some time that I lost track of time. I can't find my way to Cerulean City."
The Hiker guffawed at that, sitting back on his bum as he decided to take a break. "First time in this cave, I take it? These sorts of things happen, don't let it get you down lassie."
Gabrielle had to smile at that. The Pâtissière tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, patting Sweets who went beside her and peered into the cooking pot.
"Is that your Pokemon?" The Hiker asked, and she nodded.
"Yes, this is Sweets, my Slurpuff. She's a bit of a glutton, but she's reliable in a pinch." She said. "Oh, by the way, would you like to stay for lunch, Mr...?"
"Ai, how rude of me." The Hiker cleared his throat, and tried to stand only to fall back down on his rear. Gabrielle was about to move to help him, but after nearly tipping over the pot and bumping the deep pan, she settled instead to giving the Hiker an apologetic glance. "Name's Douglas. Hiker Extraordinaire! Been climbing mountains since I was a wee lad."
"It's nice to meet you, Monsieur Douglas. I'm Gabrielle, and someday I hope to become the world's first Pokemon Pâtissière." Gabrielle introduced herself. "I'm travelling around Kanto to participate in the Pokemon League and try my hand on some Pokemon Contests."
"Ya ain't from Kanto then?" The Hiker asked, accepting a plate from Gabrielle, who already finished cooking. The girl split the pasta into a few more plates and handed them to her Pokemon. The Skiddo looked at the Paste oddly before shrugging it off. The Hiker raised a brow at the girl's action, but continued talking. "I'm from Sinnoh myself. If you haven't been there, you definitely should visit Snowpoint City. Quite a sight to see, it is."
"I'll remember that, Douglas." Gabrielle hummed, dismayed that Skiddo wouldn't eat her pasta. Sometimes Pokemon could be so picky. "And no, I'm not from Kanto. Je suis Kalosian."
"Ah, from Kalos then." Douglas the Hiker nodded to himself, "Haven't been there myself, but I've 'eard a lot about it from a friend of mine. Lots of unusual Pokemon there I reckon."
"Er, I wouldn't use the term 'unusual'..." Gabrielle scratched her arm in embarrassment. Still, she thought about how their Pokedex has a large variety of Pokemon Species compared to other regions. She looked at Skiddo, who was lounging on one side of the camp, his food untouched. "I think it's just that we have quite the suitable environment for Pokemon."
"Aye. I suppose that is the case." The Hiker simply agreed. He then watched as the girl urge her Pokemon to eat the dish she made. "What're you doing there?"
"Oh, uh... I'm trying to get my Skiddo to eat his food." She turned to her guest, the plate on her hand.
"With Pasta?" The Hiker asked with a raised eyebrow. With some difficulty, he managed to stand up and make his way to the girl's side. "Your Skiddo definitely wouldn't eat that. Pokemon have special diet, didn't they teach you that in Trainer School?"
"I've never been to School." She placed down the plate beside her, wondering what to do with it. "My Dad is a big worry-wort. He's always out for work, and my Mom might get called to duty at a moment's notice. So, Mom taught us what we needed to know about Pokemon at home." She tapped her chin, thinking about the lessons her mother gave her. "Though, I think she said something along those lines."
Instead of commenting about that, the Hiker took out something from his bag, a metallic cylinder, and opened it up. Inside were brown pellets, and Gabrielle knew instantly what they are.
"Pokemon Food?" She asked, just to be sure.
"Yep, made them myself." The Hiker grinned, filling up a bowl of Pokefood for the Skiddo.
The Skiddo stared at Gabrielle, and huffed at her before eating it.
"See? There are just food that Pokemon wouldn't eat." Gabrielle approached the Hiker and her Skiddo, peering into the can as she did. She then picked up a pellet, turning it over to examine it. Then, she did something that surprised the Hiker. She put it inside her mouth and chewed on it. "Hey, wait! That's not-"
"Aspear and Iapapa Berries... Right?" The girl asked, sniffing her fingers after tasting the pellet. "And you sprinkled it with a bit of lime and lemon for scent."
"Er, yes." The Hiker paused, looking between the can in his hand and the girl. "How'd you know that?"
"The Aspear's fruit is hard, unlike the soft and tender Iapapa. That's why few people hardly use them together like you did. Their texture just don't complement each other, not like Lime does with Lemon." She explained, taking another pellet and snapping it in half. The gooey filling hidden inside the hard pellet oozed out. "But instead, you cooked them separately, and used the Iapapa as a filling. That way, with a bite, the sour flavor explodes in your mouth. Quite the technique, it's like puffins, huh?"
"I guess so." The Hiker said, taken aback by the girl's explanation.
"What made you pick these two berries?" Gabrielle asked the Hiker, who held his rounded belly and guffawed.
"Aside from them being cheap?" The Hiker grinned. "It's a favorite of my Rock-types."
Gabrielle nodded. A lot of Rock-type Pokemon favor Sour flavoring. Her mother had quite a diverse team, as expected from a member of a team that is expected to respond in all kinds of situations. When she was a kid back in Kalos, she often cooked a few dishes for her mother's Pokemon.
It was a case of trial and error. Sometimes, they'll devour her creations with much gusto, while at other times they wouldn't even touch the food. Soon enough, she noticed a pattern. Depending on the Pokemon type, they favor one flavor to another.
Rock-types, for example, mostly like Sour foods, while they aren't too keen on Sweet and Bitter foods. There are exceptions of course, like Lickitung whose species dislikes Sour foods when Normal Types like just about every flavor. And then there are deviants, like a Golem who hates Sour foods, but likes Dry and Sweet foods.
It's rather hard to tell what Pokemon like with their food, since only a select few can speak the Human Language. She once met a talking Slowking, and boy was he a fountain for information on what Pokemon like and don't like.
"Ay't." The Hiker grunted, getting back up to his feet. "I got to get going soon. Where'd you heading again? I'll show you the way so you don't get lost."
"Oh uh... Cerulean." Gabrielle blushed in embarrassment. She then quickly ran around the camp, packing up her supplies. "Right! Thanks! Let me just fix my things and we'll get going."
Douglas simply chuckled as he watched the girl bustle around.
"Thank you again for accompanying me, Mr. Douglas." Gabrielle said to the Hiker for the nth time. "I might have been wandering around this cave for who knows how long if we didn't meet."
"Don't mind it at all, lass." Douglas laughed, using his walking stick to help climb the slight incline of the tunnel. Gabrielle is walking beside him, her Chansey and Skiddo flanking slightly behind her. "It's a Mountaineer's duty to help people lost in mountains."
"I'll find a way to make it up to you." Gabrielle insisted. "It just doesn't feel right accepting your help like this."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." The Hiker sighed.
A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the screech of the occasional Zubat, the sound of wood on stone, and the shuffling of feet. As for Gabrielle, she entertained herself by taking in the sights of Mt. Moon. This is her first time here, and hopefully not the last. The habitat in this mountain is very different from those in Kalos. In fact, she can actually just close her eyes, breathe in, and feel the natural energy vibrating from rocks all around her.
She wonders if this is what makes Mt. Moon so mystical? She actually would mind getting lost here.
The flapping of wings broke her from her revere, and she looked back to see a Zubat following them. For hours now, she has seen it fluttering around behind her, staying just in the edge of her senses since she first entered the mountain.
"Hey, Mr. Douglas?" She called the Hiker's attention, who simply grunted in acknowledgement. "Do Zubat follow people?"
"'Do Zubat follow people?', that's the first I've heard of that." Douglas said, huffing. "I guess if it's trained, it can. Why?"
"Hm... nothing." She looked at the Zubat, who was content in staying back, and started walking again.
"Oy, lass! Watch out!" Douglas suddenly shouted, grabbing the girl's attention. She turned just in time for her to see that she was about to go down into another sidepath, when the ground underneath her feet gave way.
With a scream, Gabrielle fell down the sidepath, followed by her Skiddo who jumped after her. Douglas and Chansey could do nothing but watch as Gabrielle and her Pokemon disappeared into the dark abyss.
"I guess so." Gabrielle said, looking at the entrance to Mt. Moon. Her Chansey stood beside her, and on her bag strap are three Pokeballs, the Skiddo's newly caught Premier Ball resting snugly on its new spot in her team. "Adieu mon ami, oh and tell Rosalina that I said 'Hi.'"
"Don't worry, I will." Ezio said. He waved, walking down the path to Cameron. Just as the boy turned the corner, a black and blue dog-like Pokemon popped its head sleepily out of his backpack. And then he was gone.
"... Was that-" Gabrielle tried, shaking her head. "No, no. I must be hallucinating. Anyway, shall we go Euphy?"
"Chansey!"
Mt. Moon
Appropriate BGM
"W-Woah..." The Pâtissière looked up at the large cave that is Mt. Moon. Never before has she been in a cave by herself, and the one time that she did she had to hold her mother's and sister's hands so that they won't get lost, so it was with a bit of trepidation and excitement did she enter the mountain. It's time for some exploration!
The cave is a series of tunnels crossing over each other, an easy place to get lost in, especially for someone like Gabrielle. The colors of the walls are indistinct from the local Geodude, which would make it harder to traverse and make her way through. Bioluminescent mushrooms can be seen growing in the damp corners of the cave, lighting up the way for travelers.
Since Mt. Moon is a solutional, limestone cave, it has high ceilings, with fearsome stalactites where Zubat frequently make their home. The limestone flooring also make it somewhat hard for Gabrielle to traverse on her skates, the rough and slippery rock having little traction for feet.
Thankfully enough, the well-traveled path is more worn, and is much easier to walk on. So as long as the Pâtissière doesn't stray from the path, she won't lose her way in this labyrinthian cave.
Ten minutes, a few sidepaths, and a Zubat swiping her Rock Cake later, she's lost.
"So much for not getting lost." Gabrielle sighed, pulling the Pith helmet down to hide her blush. Chansey shook her head beside her, resigned that she's traveling with a perpetually lost girl. "Hmm... maybe I could find a Nosepass? That way I won't get lost anymore. Or maybe some other Pokemon here that can show me the way."
She watched as a family of Paras pass from one tunnel into another, muttering their species' name while holding something on their little paws. Chansey looked from the wild Pokemon to her trainer, wondering why they stopped. Then, the Pâtissière's eyes lit up as if she had an epiphany.
"Oh, right!" Gabrielle said, tapping her hand to her palm. She grabbed a ball from her strap and released the Pokemon inside it. The Grass Goat appeared in front of her, bleating its species' name in greeting. "Skiddo here lived outside. Do you know the way to Cerulean City?"
Skiddo shook his head, having never step foot in Mt. Moon before.
"Ah, I guess it was too good to be true." She said, hanging her head. "Oh well. Maybe I should just capture one of the other Pokemon here and see if they can show us the way. Perhaps one of those Paras we saw earlier?"
Gabrielle looked at her Skiddo, who was now talking animatedly with her Chansey. Despite being caught quite recently, this morning in fact, it looked like it had no hard feelings towards her. She remembered the few times her mother caught a Pokemon, one particularly stubborn Metang took about a year before it warmed up to her, and it only really followed her mother once it learned that Gabrielle herself was in trouble.
Looking at her watch, it was past noon. Realizing that she missed lunch, she immediately called for a break and sent out Sweets to help with setting up a small camp in the tunnel of the cave. She just finished preparing her portable stove when she noticed Skiddo looking at her and her Pokemon as they worked.
"Oh, I haven't properly introduced myself, have I?" Gabrielle asked the Mount Pokemon, who tilted its head to the side in confusion. "I'm Gabrielle Recette. I came from Kalos where Skiddo like you are quite common." She smiled at him, "I traveled here to Kanto to fulfill my dream as an aspiring Pokemon Pâtissière."
The Skiddo huffed.
"What do they do? Well, a Pâtissière is someone who makes sweets." She explained, taking out a plastic air-tight container filled with brownies. Sweets the Slurpuff stopped what it was doing and hopped up to the girl, who kept it away from the dessert with a hand. "Euphy and Sweets also help me out in the kitchen, you could help out if you want?"
Skiddo turned his head away, showing its displeasure at the notion.
"Should have expected that." Sweat beaded down the back of Gabrielle's neck, her expression sheepish. She turned Sweets around and urged it to continue its work, who eyed the sweets longingly before doing what it was told.
Time passed as the girl and her Pokemon set up their temporary camp in the cave. The girl watched as the pot she filled with salted water bubble, preparing to cook a meal for herself and her Pokemon. She poured a measured amount of pasta into the water and covered the pot with its lid. Sighing, she sat back on the rock, keeping an eye on her watch and the pot, in-case it bubbled up and overflowed.
"It would have been better if I used Fresh Pasta," she said to herself, referring to a freshly made pasta instead of the preserved ones she's using. She prepared the roux, a mixture of melted butter and flour, making sure that she didn't brown it. She's making Béchamel sauce to go with her pasta. She would have made Carbonara, but she doubted that she'll be able to cook it reliably.
With that in mind, she continued on her task of making lunch with half her mind thinking up ways on how to escape from the mountain. What she wouldn't do for a companion right now, or at least a Nospass. She bets she wouldn't get lost with the Rock-type in her party.
"Oi, what is that wonderful smell?" A Hiker trudged up the path into the clearing Gabrielle has set up camp. The burly man is heaving a large backpack on his back and using a walking stick to help his climb. He gave a smile that showed off all his pearly whites, and Gabrielle couldn't help but smile together with him. "Afternoon, lass. A bit late for lunch, ain't it?"
"I suppose?" Gabrielle said, unsure herself. "I've been wandering around this cave for some time that I lost track of time. I can't find my way to Cerulean City."
The Hiker guffawed at that, sitting back on his bum as he decided to take a break. "First time in this cave, I take it? These sorts of things happen, don't let it get you down lassie."
Gabrielle had to smile at that. The Pâtissière tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, patting Sweets who went beside her and peered into the cooking pot.
"Is that your Pokemon?" The Hiker asked, and she nodded.
"Yes, this is Sweets, my Slurpuff. She's a bit of a glutton, but she's reliable in a pinch." She said. "Oh, by the way, would you like to stay for lunch, Mr...?"
"Ai, how rude of me." The Hiker cleared his throat, and tried to stand only to fall back down on his rear. Gabrielle was about to move to help him, but after nearly tipping over the pot and bumping the deep pan, she settled instead to giving the Hiker an apologetic glance. "Name's Douglas. Hiker Extraordinaire! Been climbing mountains since I was a wee lad."
"It's nice to meet you, Monsieur Douglas. I'm Gabrielle, and someday I hope to become the world's first Pokemon Pâtissière." Gabrielle introduced herself. "I'm travelling around Kanto to participate in the Pokemon League and try my hand on some Pokemon Contests."
"Ya ain't from Kanto then?" The Hiker asked, accepting a plate from Gabrielle, who already finished cooking. The girl split the pasta into a few more plates and handed them to her Pokemon. The Skiddo looked at the Paste oddly before shrugging it off. The Hiker raised a brow at the girl's action, but continued talking. "I'm from Sinnoh myself. If you haven't been there, you definitely should visit Snowpoint City. Quite a sight to see, it is."
"I'll remember that, Douglas." Gabrielle hummed, dismayed that Skiddo wouldn't eat her pasta. Sometimes Pokemon could be so picky. "And no, I'm not from Kanto. Je suis Kalosian."
"Ah, from Kalos then." Douglas the Hiker nodded to himself, "Haven't been there myself, but I've 'eard a lot about it from a friend of mine. Lots of unusual Pokemon there I reckon."
"Er, I wouldn't use the term 'unusual'..." Gabrielle scratched her arm in embarrassment. Still, she thought about how their Pokedex has a large variety of Pokemon Species compared to other regions. She looked at Skiddo, who was lounging on one side of the camp, his food untouched. "I think it's just that we have quite the suitable environment for Pokemon."
"Aye. I suppose that is the case." The Hiker simply agreed. He then watched as the girl urge her Pokemon to eat the dish she made. "What're you doing there?"
"Oh, uh... I'm trying to get my Skiddo to eat his food." She turned to her guest, the plate on her hand.
"With Pasta?" The Hiker asked with a raised eyebrow. With some difficulty, he managed to stand up and make his way to the girl's side. "Your Skiddo definitely wouldn't eat that. Pokemon have special diet, didn't they teach you that in Trainer School?"
"I've never been to School." She placed down the plate beside her, wondering what to do with it. "My Dad is a big worry-wort. He's always out for work, and my Mom might get called to duty at a moment's notice. So, Mom taught us what we needed to know about Pokemon at home." She tapped her chin, thinking about the lessons her mother gave her. "Though, I think she said something along those lines."
Instead of commenting about that, the Hiker took out something from his bag, a metallic cylinder, and opened it up. Inside were brown pellets, and Gabrielle knew instantly what they are.
"Pokemon Food?" She asked, just to be sure.
"Yep, made them myself." The Hiker grinned, filling up a bowl of Pokefood for the Skiddo.
The Skiddo stared at Gabrielle, and huffed at her before eating it.
"See? There are just food that Pokemon wouldn't eat." Gabrielle approached the Hiker and her Skiddo, peering into the can as she did. She then picked up a pellet, turning it over to examine it. Then, she did something that surprised the Hiker. She put it inside her mouth and chewed on it. "Hey, wait! That's not-"
"Aspear and Iapapa Berries... Right?" The girl asked, sniffing her fingers after tasting the pellet. "And you sprinkled it with a bit of lime and lemon for scent."
"Er, yes." The Hiker paused, looking between the can in his hand and the girl. "How'd you know that?"
"The Aspear's fruit is hard, unlike the soft and tender Iapapa. That's why few people hardly use them together like you did. Their texture just don't complement each other, not like Lime does with Lemon." She explained, taking another pellet and snapping it in half. The gooey filling hidden inside the hard pellet oozed out. "But instead, you cooked them separately, and used the Iapapa as a filling. That way, with a bite, the sour flavor explodes in your mouth. Quite the technique, it's like puffins, huh?"
"I guess so." The Hiker said, taken aback by the girl's explanation.
"What made you pick these two berries?" Gabrielle asked the Hiker, who held his rounded belly and guffawed.
"Aside from them being cheap?" The Hiker grinned. "It's a favorite of my Rock-types."
Gabrielle nodded. A lot of Rock-type Pokemon favor Sour flavoring. Her mother had quite a diverse team, as expected from a member of a team that is expected to respond in all kinds of situations. When she was a kid back in Kalos, she often cooked a few dishes for her mother's Pokemon.
It was a case of trial and error. Sometimes, they'll devour her creations with much gusto, while at other times they wouldn't even touch the food. Soon enough, she noticed a pattern. Depending on the Pokemon type, they favor one flavor to another.
Rock-types, for example, mostly like Sour foods, while they aren't too keen on Sweet and Bitter foods. There are exceptions of course, like Lickitung whose species dislikes Sour foods when Normal Types like just about every flavor. And then there are deviants, like a Golem who hates Sour foods, but likes Dry and Sweet foods.
It's rather hard to tell what Pokemon like with their food, since only a select few can speak the Human Language. She once met a talking Slowking, and boy was he a fountain for information on what Pokemon like and don't like.
"Ay't." The Hiker grunted, getting back up to his feet. "I got to get going soon. Where'd you heading again? I'll show you the way so you don't get lost."
"Oh uh... Cerulean." Gabrielle blushed in embarrassment. She then quickly ran around the camp, packing up her supplies. "Right! Thanks! Let me just fix my things and we'll get going."
Douglas simply chuckled as he watched the girl bustle around.
"Thank you again for accompanying me, Mr. Douglas." Gabrielle said to the Hiker for the nth time. "I might have been wandering around this cave for who knows how long if we didn't meet."
"Don't mind it at all, lass." Douglas laughed, using his walking stick to help climb the slight incline of the tunnel. Gabrielle is walking beside him, her Chansey and Skiddo flanking slightly behind her. "It's a Mountaineer's duty to help people lost in mountains."
"I'll find a way to make it up to you." Gabrielle insisted. "It just doesn't feel right accepting your help like this."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." The Hiker sighed.
A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the screech of the occasional Zubat, the sound of wood on stone, and the shuffling of feet. As for Gabrielle, she entertained herself by taking in the sights of Mt. Moon. This is her first time here, and hopefully not the last. The habitat in this mountain is very different from those in Kalos. In fact, she can actually just close her eyes, breathe in, and feel the natural energy vibrating from rocks all around her.
She wonders if this is what makes Mt. Moon so mystical? She actually would mind getting lost here.
The flapping of wings broke her from her revere, and she looked back to see a Zubat following them. For hours now, she has seen it fluttering around behind her, staying just in the edge of her senses since she first entered the mountain.
"Hey, Mr. Douglas?" She called the Hiker's attention, who simply grunted in acknowledgement. "Do Zubat follow people?"
"'Do Zubat follow people?', that's the first I've heard of that." Douglas said, huffing. "I guess if it's trained, it can. Why?"
"Hm... nothing." She looked at the Zubat, who was content in staying back, and started walking again.
"Oy, lass! Watch out!" Douglas suddenly shouted, grabbing the girl's attention. She turned just in time for her to see that she was about to go down into another sidepath, when the ground underneath her feet gave way.
With a scream, Gabrielle fell down the sidepath, followed by her Skiddo who jumped after her. Douglas and Chansey could do nothing but watch as Gabrielle and her Pokemon disappeared into the dark abyss.
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