Post by vartio on Jul 8, 2024 10:47:42 GMT 11
With Susan upon his shoulder, Vartio finally reached the town outskirts of New Bark Town. Thankfully the run wasn't that bad, in some ways the place was more a maze than Godai's roads, but all the same, it seemed in ways shorter, or maybe it was his imagination?
There sat a young boy, not much older than ten, if Vartio had to guess. Yet, he could tell the kid was sick from a distance. He had a slight hunch and paleness to him. As he approached he could see other small signs like slight case of weakening of the muscle. For a kid dressed ready to catch bugs, unless he was new at it, the average one should be more built like himself, stamina and speed from running after the bugs. Entropy, the kid was wasting away for one reason or another.
Vartio had never met someone like this. At most a certain mad researcher but he was healthy for the most part. Maybe the owner of that monstrous Alakazam but that was just age. This kid seemed to be direly sick.
It was then Vartio began to notice the Pokemon at the kid's feet. Spewpa, he'd at most seen them while walking roads in Godai or the occasional with a young trainer-to-be, but this was his first time in this world. Mayhaps another region, or mayhaps just further along in this region?
The boy gave a greeting and an explaination. An innocent soul. Tortured by his own health it seemed. A dream, one that may never come true. Unless he helped.
Vartio wasn't an overly huge fan of bug types. Sure, he had caught a few back during the Bug Catching Contest. But deep down he was still haunted by that incident involving an Ariados and a certain Sneasel from his youth. He didn't normally associate most bug types with Ariados, and by proxy Arachnid pokemon, but sometimes it crept up in the corner of his mind. Especially if they weren't of his favored types.
"That... is an interesting request..." Vartio said, kneeling down, he looked at the two Spewpa. On their faces, he could see they looked worried for their trainer. They had empathy. It was at this point, the boy would recall one of them and offer the ball towards him, and Vartio rose once more, looking at the device.
He waited for a moment before reaching a hand out, lightly grabbing it and rolling it in his palm and staring at it for a good moment. The boy was trusting him with his dream. Softly Vartio extended his hand and took hold of it, letting the boy loosen his grip before rolling it to look at the front.
"I'll do what I can for your dream." Vartio said, softly resting a hand on the kid's head. Susan meanwhile rose a paw, trying to emulate a thumbs up, but failing. She growled and shook her paw, before squeaking once with agitation before doing a double 'paw'pump like she was gearing herself to do it and not Vartio.
(OOC: Words: 510)
There sat a young boy, not much older than ten, if Vartio had to guess. Yet, he could tell the kid was sick from a distance. He had a slight hunch and paleness to him. As he approached he could see other small signs like slight case of weakening of the muscle. For a kid dressed ready to catch bugs, unless he was new at it, the average one should be more built like himself, stamina and speed from running after the bugs. Entropy, the kid was wasting away for one reason or another.
Vartio had never met someone like this. At most a certain mad researcher but he was healthy for the most part. Maybe the owner of that monstrous Alakazam but that was just age. This kid seemed to be direly sick.
It was then Vartio began to notice the Pokemon at the kid's feet. Spewpa, he'd at most seen them while walking roads in Godai or the occasional with a young trainer-to-be, but this was his first time in this world. Mayhaps another region, or mayhaps just further along in this region?
The boy gave a greeting and an explaination. An innocent soul. Tortured by his own health it seemed. A dream, one that may never come true. Unless he helped.
Vartio wasn't an overly huge fan of bug types. Sure, he had caught a few back during the Bug Catching Contest. But deep down he was still haunted by that incident involving an Ariados and a certain Sneasel from his youth. He didn't normally associate most bug types with Ariados, and by proxy Arachnid pokemon, but sometimes it crept up in the corner of his mind. Especially if they weren't of his favored types.
"That... is an interesting request..." Vartio said, kneeling down, he looked at the two Spewpa. On their faces, he could see they looked worried for their trainer. They had empathy. It was at this point, the boy would recall one of them and offer the ball towards him, and Vartio rose once more, looking at the device.
He waited for a moment before reaching a hand out, lightly grabbing it and rolling it in his palm and staring at it for a good moment. The boy was trusting him with his dream. Softly Vartio extended his hand and took hold of it, letting the boy loosen his grip before rolling it to look at the front.
"I'll do what I can for your dream." Vartio said, softly resting a hand on the kid's head. Susan meanwhile rose a paw, trying to emulate a thumbs up, but failing. She growled and shook her paw, before squeaking once with agitation before doing a double 'paw'pump like she was gearing herself to do it and not Vartio.
(OOC: Words: 510)
