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Purewater Rising; Civilization at last?
Topic Started: Dec 14 2015, 03:39 PM (2,092 Views)
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After achieving consensus, the group settles down for the night in one of the cleared out truck trailers. The space is cramped and dirty, though surprisingly dry. The pokemon you let out seem content to forage for their own meals among the berries and other plantlife, while the more carnivorous entities return with jaws smeared with ichor, likely from large insects near at hand. Compared to their meals, your own of seem more like chewing clay.

The Chingling hops around the entrance to the truck bed, jingling softly as it moves, while the Pichu nestles back into Amber's lap, letting out a yawn that seems to be far too big for such a tiny creature, eyes closing as its little paws stretch in an all-too-human gesture. Despite everything, the atmosphere is actually starting to feel cozy. The group, exhausted by the day's events and shocks, finally falls asleep, with Cecil standing watch as long as he can, before waking one of the others. All of you manage to get enough sleep in the end, though there are the occasional strange sounds, nothing comes too close to where you all sleep.

You emerge into a dew-covered green paradise. It apparently rained during the night, leaving everything smelling strangely cleansed. The signs of the battle from yesterday have vanished... including the Sneasel that had been knocked out. Either it dragged itself off to lick its wounds when it finally came round, or something else did the dragging, there are no ways to tell. The air is fresh and vibrant, and the sun is beginning to shine through the leaves, refracting off the dew into a thousand miniscule rainbows and arcs of light.

As you all complete whatever morning ablutions you can, there's a minor commotion. Cecil returns from, as he so eloquently put it "taking a wicked piss", looking pale, and tight-lipped. When pressed about the high-pitched scream, he insists that he simply scared something away and that it was what had made the sound. He does however, pull Christine into a muttered conference before looking slightly relieved. Christine just looks exasperated, but any attempts to find out what she talked with Cecil about are met with "doctor/patient confidentiality, sorry".

After another breakfast of rations and purified water, the group reorients on the Purewater signal, and begins making their way towards the source. The journey is a bit easier now, as the remnants of the road you'd found seem to be leading you in the same general direction. Occasionally you'll spot the rusted hulk of an ancient car, sitting abandoned, but this area wasn't apparently very well traveled when the Cataclysym happened. Letting out some of the friendlier mon, Miss Maples once again surprises Bunnie with a gift pulled from the wreackage of a vehicle, an ancient and rusted out ambulance, though there's no sign of any other salvage to be had. This time it's a headband with intricately woven metal designs and tiny electrodes on the inside.
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Finally, after a couple hours of walking, the group tops a rise, and spots what can charitably be called a ramshackle collection of buildings, surrounded by a crude stone and steel wall, with steel gates made of metal stand open. Rising above the place though at the very center is a four-story building with a faded but still legible water-droplet marking adorning the smokestack at the center. Secured above the gates are a series of large pale blue letters, spelling out a haphazard "PUREWATER" in a shaky arch. You can all see humanoid figures standing at the gates from this distance, but two of them look off. You'll need to get closer to get any better details though.
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"Can we hurry up and get in there? I'd like to not sleep on the ground again if it can be helped." Bunnie is looking haggard from her first night out of the Vault. Clearly not used to not having t he comforts of her own bed, her hair is a bit tussled and her clothes are less than perfect. She isn't even attempting to hide her displeasure.
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"Are those... people?" Christine asks tentatively. "I don't want to get any hopes up... but where there's people not killing each other, that probably means they might have what we need." Maybe. I hope.
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Amber woke nearly with the sun itself that morning, used to working the morning shifts. There's a soft, wheezing snore from the weight on her chest, and when she lifts her head, she can see the small animal..the Pichu. She smiles, relaxing backwards on the ground, and doesn't rise until the others start moving around her and the critter finally struggles up from the noise.

Amber is growing...alarmingly fond of it. Of, uh. Him. The totodile is cute in a terrifying, jaws of death sort of way, but this is...not quite what she imagined a pet as, but it's probably something similar. It would have been a pretty awesome morning, all things considered, if it weren't for Cecil's shriek breaking the peace of it. Although that was better than being attacked, at least?

As the group travels on, she trails behind, looking around curiously. The Pichu alternates between scurrying around them, occasionally darting off to sniff at things in the grass or trees, and tugging at the leg of her vault suit until she scoops him up and lets him ride on her shoulder or in the crook of her arm. When they finally come within view of the target, he's clinging to the back of her suit, peeking up over her shoulder and occasionally sparking excitedly.

Amber slows down, looking and frowning at what looks like humanoid figures. Is that...could those be... Survivors? She swallows, a swell of excitement and fear rising in her chest. With even the cutest animals having turned into...

A spark flares as the Pichu notices the settlement ahead and makes a high pitched squeak, reminding her exactly what even the cutest animals turned into.

What might have happened to the humans who survived? She bites her lip nervously, letting the others decide.
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Second day in the wastes, and I've only got three butts left.

Cecil grumbled inwardly, even the nicotine hadn't done much to even him out. The trucks had been safe enough, though Bunnie took the only available cot. Nothing had come after them in the night, and he rested well enough wedged into a corner of the truck with cloth scraps jammed in behind him for what little comfort they provided. Boneyard ran the security he thought would be needed while his eyes were shut. Sure as hell wasn't going to trust his neck to an ambush predator, or that little shit Cable who seemed to understand more of what he was saying then Cecil would have liked.

Woke late, messed around with the critters a little bit to really get a feel for what they were about. Fink really had a thing for charging down anything that presented it's back to him. Under any other circumstance, he could only get the little sand-gator to go so far. Fink would waddle along on his belly like some sort of fat, reptilian dog that had been fed too much. Show it a clean pair of heels and it was just on you. Belly off the ground, charging along on all fours with an excited bellow. Put a bit of fear in Cecil over provoking it, or others of it's kind.

Slick was pretty content to fling mud and water all over the place. Where the Barboach got the water from was anyone's guess, but Cecil had accepted it as just another weird fact about the rubbery fish. It didn't seem particularly useful. Moved at a fraction of the speed any of his others did. In a few ways, the boy regretted his choice to capture it. At least until he tried to pick it up and got a zap for his troubles. Dropping Slick, Cecil scrambled away as lighting arced along the wet landscape the fish had left behind.

Boneyard was reliable at least. The dog looked to him as pack leader and arbiter. Just the way it squared it's shoulders when he addressed it really stroked Cecil's ego. The Greaser had tried to get a gang going back home, but as Skrub got a hold of his gang members they all turned out to be flakes or pantywastes. Boneyard wasn't like that at all, they were going to be close, Cecil could feel it.

The Elekid scared him worse then Fink did. The squat humanoid could shatter rocks with it's thick forearms, and launch an arc of electricity a solid four meters. Christ. It was really no wonder the vaults were developed with these kinds of weapons just roaming the landscape in packs. Worst part was, while he was working with the others, he'd catch it observing him with far too much awareness to be comfortable. He'd keep it balled, for now.

The scare the boy got mid-morning he could've really done without. Initially concerned he'd caught something, what Christine had to say about it was enough to set him at ease. There really wasn't much saving face, at least not with her. The others were easily enough lied to about it, but the whole event had left a sour taste in his mouth. Now standing before Purewater, he was awestruck. Yeah, it wasn't the polished hallways and well maintained but degrading walks of the vault. This was a harder looking life. Cecil liked the cut of the place, and started for the front gate.

"Bunnie, you wanna come with so I'm not completely boned if the locals decide they don't like us? Rest of you should probably hang back as a just-in-case. Can't have them getting all fidgety, big group with bioweapons walking up."
Edited by Robot, Dec 15 2015, 06:18 PM.
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"Yeah I've got your back. You've had mine at least since leaving the vault. Just... Try not to say anything too difficult to get us out of. I'd hate to have to sell Amber to them or something." She tries to hold back a laugh, knowing her statement would get a rise out of the poor girl.
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Amber immediately stops walking in the middle of the path, staring at the older girl with wide eyes. For a few long moments, she just stares with a slack expression, the Pichu on her back looking around wildly to see the cause of the halt. Finally, her expression goes blank and she looks at the ground, starting to follow the group once more with her shoulders slumped.
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'Human trafficking.' Joe couldn't recall where he'd heard the term, but it seemed like the kind of thing desperate people might devolve to. He was a bit surprised Bunnie hadn't offered him up, even if he was... pretty sure she was joking? But then again, Joe was doing a fairly good job of keeping his head down while the others prodded and poked each other, building a group dynamic he knew he would never be a part of. He preferred it that way. Being ignored was much safer. Or at least less complicated.

Most everyone else had been happily socializing with their new Pokemon that morning - wasted a pretty good chunk of time doing it, too, but at least they'd still reached Purewater before nightfall. Some of them had even slept alongside the deceptively cute beasts. Joe didn't get it. They were all perfectly aware how dangerous these things were! Some of these monsters had been actively trying to kill them! He hadn't let any of his own out since he'd put the Grimer away, and he intended to keep it that way until they were inevitably attacked again. No one would've wanted the slime or the skunk around while they were trying to sleep, anyways... not that Joe got much sleep. He'd woken in silent terror over and over again throughout the night.

As the group paused to allow Bonnie and Cecil to make introductions alone - Joe cringed at the thought of his fate in the hands of those two, but it was better than being forced to approach himself - he hung behind he others, ready to dive for cover at the first sign of trouble.
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Closing in with the gate, while the rest of the group hangs back, you get a better view of the figures in front of the gate. Two of them are human, a rugged man and a muscular woman, wearing what appear to be scavenged and re-purposed armor consisting of hide and metal bits that have been reshaped to give protection to the most vital areas.

What commands your attention though, are the two figures next to them. The woman has, what had looked like a small skinny child in flowing garb at a distance, but has resolved into a mustelid of some kind, it's pelt a calming mix of purple, violet and dull gold accents, with drooping whiskers that looks like a mustache, and draping tufts of fur covering its claws, giving it the appearance of long flowing sleeves.

The other though is a hulking brute, with thick grotesquely bulging veins covering its tan hide, two swollen bands of muscle ringing its shoulders, and a fat bulbous red nose on its face. Its head is lumpy, like it was shaped from clay to approximate hair by a child, and it watches you approach through narrowed eyes, idly spinning a steel girder taller than it is on one stumpy-fingered hand.

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The man steps forward, smiling even as he keeps a hand close to the club at his waist. "Hello strangers, welcome to Purewater! One of the greatest trading hubs in this corner of the Olympic Range! You folks traders, or maybe... entertainers? If you're not here to cause trouble, then I'm sure that we can help you get settled in somewhere." He's still a few steps out of arms reach for either Cecil or Bunnie, and his partner has easy line of sight on all of you still.

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Bunnie gives Cecil a bored look before rolling her eyes. She gives the man a rather sad look.

"Please, you have to help us. We're from about a days travel South of here. We picked up a radio broadcast coming from here and thought we would find out what kind of assistance we might be able to find here. We need to find some equipment to fix our water purifier." She turns to the woman and gives her an even more pathetic look. "We only have a couple more days rations with us, and would greatly appreciate it if you would let us in so we could restock, and perhaps check out any stores you might have to see if there would be anything useful to us?" She gives one more look to the man. "Please sweety, it would be very, very appreciated if you could do that for us."

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