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bravenewworld2015-05-27 11:59 pm
bravenewmods) wrote in bravenewworld2015-05-27 11:59 pm
Departure
The time has come.
At General Ironborn’s direction, the assorted troops of Caldera, Citadel, Refuge, and Union begin to roll out of the gates of the city. It would be a long trip – Sanctuary lay far to the west of Caldera, beyond any of the territory currently known to Union. Crossing the perhaps now-familiar desert would be merely the first leg of this journey. The atmosphere, as they depart from the gates, seems chipper. There are high hopes for the reclamation of territory from Gigas, and the people of the Sanctuary Resistance, especially, begin to entertain the appealing notion that their city might be free once more for the first time in decades, exchanging wide smiles and congenial laughter.
They do not travel light, of course. Caravans pulled by Ponyta and Tauros accompany them, stocked to the brim with food and supplies to last their small army for weeks. Their efforts hopefully wouldn’t last much longer than that, but they are assured by the Sanctuary natives that so long as they were able to reclaim a portion of the city, the people would happily provide them with what they needed. Other wagons are stocked with odd-looking machinery and gadgets – those sitting inside will spend the majority of the journey fiddling with equipment. Anyone who inquires will be informed that the technicians are making preparations to highjack Sanctuary’s communications network for their missions – perhaps they would care to assist? Still others are filled with armor and weaponry, useful Enhanced Items hurriedly crafted by the artisans of Union, and a few even tote heavier Pokémon who wouldn’t be up to the task of traveling the distance alone.
As it turns out, war is very troublesome to wage.
Over the course of the journey, there is plenty of time for idle conversation and brief side excursions or rest stops. The caravan eventually elongates and stretches out such that the furthest travelers are several miles in front of the rear – still, it is simple enough to go between wagons. In a pinch, the Valkyries swooping in the sky are always happy to take on a passenger for a short ride.
Eventually, word would spread that they were only a day’s travel from Sanctuary, and the mood will become somber, serious. But in the meantime, why not chat up your fellow travelers?
At General Ironborn’s direction, the assorted troops of Caldera, Citadel, Refuge, and Union begin to roll out of the gates of the city. It would be a long trip – Sanctuary lay far to the west of Caldera, beyond any of the territory currently known to Union. Crossing the perhaps now-familiar desert would be merely the first leg of this journey. The atmosphere, as they depart from the gates, seems chipper. There are high hopes for the reclamation of territory from Gigas, and the people of the Sanctuary Resistance, especially, begin to entertain the appealing notion that their city might be free once more for the first time in decades, exchanging wide smiles and congenial laughter.
They do not travel light, of course. Caravans pulled by Ponyta and Tauros accompany them, stocked to the brim with food and supplies to last their small army for weeks. Their efforts hopefully wouldn’t last much longer than that, but they are assured by the Sanctuary natives that so long as they were able to reclaim a portion of the city, the people would happily provide them with what they needed. Other wagons are stocked with odd-looking machinery and gadgets – those sitting inside will spend the majority of the journey fiddling with equipment. Anyone who inquires will be informed that the technicians are making preparations to highjack Sanctuary’s communications network for their missions – perhaps they would care to assist? Still others are filled with armor and weaponry, useful Enhanced Items hurriedly crafted by the artisans of Union, and a few even tote heavier Pokémon who wouldn’t be up to the task of traveling the distance alone.
As it turns out, war is very troublesome to wage.
Over the course of the journey, there is plenty of time for idle conversation and brief side excursions or rest stops. The caravan eventually elongates and stretches out such that the furthest travelers are several miles in front of the rear – still, it is simple enough to go between wagons. In a pinch, the Valkyries swooping in the sky are always happy to take on a passenger for a short ride.
Eventually, word would spread that they were only a day’s travel from Sanctuary, and the mood will become somber, serious. But in the meantime, why not chat up your fellow travelers?
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You certainly seem to have your hands full. [if all those Pokemon are any indication.]
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[The Flygon at her side buzzes faintly and waves a claw at Roselia too.]
I...was just going to take two. The rest insisted on coming.
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The fact that a few rose petals escape to drift by prettily in the breeze is incidental at best.]
That speaks well of you. [re: the loyalty you inspire.]
How have they taken to the Pokeballs?
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They...insisted on it. Wouldn't let me not use them. But they seem fine with it. [A beat.] They watched me make them. Nishimura taught me how, and we did it together. So they knew what to expect.
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That does change the situation, considerably. [depending] If you understand how it works... [her trust in Team Evolution is sort of in the negatives.
Roselia is full of questions! Chief among them is asking Flygon is if clouds really are as fluffy as they seem.]
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[She reaches for her belt and holds up one. While Flygon most definitely explains that they aren't, because they're just kinda wet...]
You know how the Warp Band transfers Pokemon as energy? This is just that. But it holds them in one space, without completing the transfer.
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Michiru looks a bit contemplative.] That makes sense. Old technology, modified for different ends.
[she's no engineer, however. Still, the similarities in the methodology would warrant some thought.]
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They are what they are. I'd prefer not to, but I only took the ones that demanded it.
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Michiru gives Yuuna a slightly rueful smile.] I didn't give mine a choice. A few of them might be irritated with me.
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You have Pokeballs as well then? [Yuuna at least, sounds a little skeptical of the lack of choice, but...let's clarify shall we?]
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Michiru blinks, and then smiles.] No. I don't have the skill to make them myself. [so she didn't trust them]
Most of my Pokemon are at home. Hopefully, I've kept them busy enough they won't have time to worry. [taking care of three mischievous baby Pokemon should require a lot of energy.]
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[That's good. She doesn't approve of taking away other people's choices...or Mons.
Flygon nods happily and reaches a clawed hand down for a shake!]
Are you ready? Feeling...excited?
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Excitement though...] I usually find my entertainment through other venues. [basically, this is work] How about you?
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[She reaches up and squeezes the Ranger armpatch on her left bicep gently.]
Excited? No. Tense, maybe. And anxious. I've never gone to war before. I've fought but this is something completely new. And I'm not sure I like it.
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[well, at least Michiru isn't inflating any hopes.]
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[She knows that all too well.]
And I don't think Gigas will see us coming.
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Still, it promises to be interesting.
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[And for better or for worse, she's not sure.]
War does, if history is any indication.
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Glancing up at the sky.] Let's hope we're ready.