What happened that morning was all a blur to Clare. All she could remember was that she suffered a rude awakening and wound up talking to a Bagon she vaguely recognized from the day before. Now she'd found herself standing amongst a group of strange Pokemon without someone to protect her. Possessing a Timid nature, she simply stood there shivering as one by one, the other Pokemon walked over and took a good long look at the team of tiny basic form Pokemon with whom they were to go on a mission.
Clare had absolutely no idea as to why she ever agreed to do this, though to avoid getting into trouble she tried her best to act natural. That is, if 'natural' meant stuttering, playing with one's whiskers and chewing on a spoon. In between the chatter of her fellow Pokemon, she heard a voice which she recognized as male, but couldn't quite put her finger on.
"My, it seems like you have quite the party, little ones..."
She looked around for the source of the voice, trembling violentl when all of a sudden, a Mr. Mime appeared out of nowhere. Though she too could freely warp from place to place, Clare jumped and emitted a squeak reminiscent of that of a Rattata. The Mime Pokemon's sudden appearance had completely caught her off guard. Granted, many things caught Clare off-guard as she is much too absent-minded to be on guard in the first place, though this particularly startled her.
"Well, since I assume you have already prepared, lets start on our jorney right here, right now. Our first destination shall be Blizzard Island, and we shall move from there to get to the said area."
Upon hearing the phrase 'Blizzard Island' exit Mr. Mime's mouth, Clare knew that she'd gotten herself into an awkward situation to say the least. Clare was always rather sensitive to the cold and whilst she was covered with fur, said fur was not particularly effective in insulating against the cold. Not to mention the fact that many dangerous Ice-type Pokemon lived on Blizzard Island and seemed to love nothing more than to ambush unsuspecting foreigners. She was about to teleport to Kangaskhan's storage to grab a nice warm scarf when the Mr. Mime spoke once again.
"Well, since I assume you have already prepared, lets start on our jorney right here, right now. Our first destination shall be Blizzard Island, and we shall move from there to get to the said area."
Clare was tempted to tell him he assumed wrong, though she was too afraid of what may happen to her if she questioned anyone. Some may call her paranoid, though personality quirks like that are the price one must pay for that extra little bit of speed, which in her case was negated by her slow mindedness. She gave a sigh of relief when a Cyndaquil spoke up as she believed this may redirect the attention she perceived others were giving her.
"But...How will we get there, seeing that Blizzard Island is well...And Island? Do you expect us to swim there?"
She took a deep breath, preparing for a scream which would express to others that she had a feeling on impending doom. However, she never did do that as Mr. Mime's response to Cyndaquil's inquiry comforted her, if only slightly.
"Oh, no no, I had everything planned out before hand, and I in fact have a ship to sail us there."
Clare, along with the rest of the part gasped. A ship. She had been on many of those with her trainer, who spent most of her time holding a bag to her Alakazam's snout to prevent her seasickness from ruining everyone else's trip. However, never in her life had she ever dreamed of a Pokemon owning one.
Mr. Mime chuckled, then beckoned the other Pokemon to follow him.
"Well, being a well known explorer has its perks. Come everyone, it is currently anchored at the Beach!"
Clare reached down the front of her chestplate to pull out a folded piece of brown paper which she unfolded to reveal to be a bag.
"...I get seasick. It's been happening since I was like, an Abra." She explained, as if anyone really cared about her personal problems.
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((OOC: Sorry about the godmoding. I'm a bit tired right now. >.>;))
