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If Victor didn't feel like a fish out of water before, he certainly did now. The opulence of the estates they passed was obvious to him, but the extremely elevated statuses of it's residents certainly outshone Victor's initial expectations.
People not afraid to drop a million bucks with a single click. He couldn't even fathom having enough money to do such a thing in the first place, much less enough to treat a million as a pittance to gamble away. Contemplating this, he eyed a particularly lavish home across the street; in doing so, he could have sworn that he saw a singular, pulsating red eye leering at him from somewhere behind a Phanpy-shaped topiary. Deciding that he wanted absolutely
none of that, Victor urged the Kantonian Ninetales he rode to a canter. He tightened his grip on the reins; he could practically feel himself bounce out of the seat with each stride, but Josh didn't need to know about the mild discomfort Victor now found himself in.[break][break]
But he did himself a little intrigued at the mention of Josh's own finances and his reference to the Fortree Sanctuary. He made a mental note to revisit that subject at some point, whether it was in discussion with Josh or elsewhere. [break][break]
Returning his attention to Josh proper, he nodded,
“I was actually gonna ask you about that; anything I should be looking for when choosing a Pokemon to ride? It's something I'd like to look into, but hell, I don't know the first thing about riding.” Victor was less willing to admit that his knowledge of Pokemon training and battling was only slightly better. [break][break]
His ears perked up again at the mention of food, and he desperately hoped Josh hadn't heard his stomach growl. Oh, he'd kill for something to eat right about now, [break][break]
“A Unovan place sounds great. You think they have any burger joints around here?” he asked. Maybe that was a dumb question, but hey, the heart wants what it wants,
“Though with our luck, in a place like this, it'd be one of those restaurants that serves deconstructed meals; they'd give you a slab of ground meat on a plate, lettuce and tomatoes on the side, and the ketchup and mustard would be 'artfully' splattered somewhere underneath it all.” [break][break]
He slowed the Kantonian Ninetales to a slower walk and looked around; after getting turned around on Route 117, he was no longer confident in his ability to properly identify cardinal directions. Plus, it also gave his increasingly sore tailbone some rest. As he looked around, he noticed the boughs of a tree from a neighboring estate reaching over the sidewalk, nearly shadowing the street. This wasn't particularly remarkable in and of itself; it was the angry, bird-like chattering coming from the dense canopy that had
really caught Victor's attention. [break][break]
Suddenly, a flurry of feathers and bird feet descended upon him; Victor loosed a rather unbecoming
EEK! as he was set upon by whatever avian Pokemon he'd managed to piss off, [break][break]
“Honoka, help!” he shrieked. The bird Pokemon, a Trumbeak apparently, backed off enough for Victor to get some breathing room from his assailant,
“Use Confuse Ray!” [break][break]
If Victor didn't know any better, he could have sworn that his own Ninetales rolled her eyes at him before launching a dizzying barrage of colorful lights at the bird. They encircled the creature, whirling around in dizzying patterns. The Trumbeak, fixated on the lights, tried to follow their paths with it's own gaze, but only succeeded in twirling about in a disoriented haze, only barely managing to keep itself airborne. Well
shit, now Victor just felt bad for the bird. Maybe he could get it to a Pokemon Center? He dug out one of his few Pokeballs from his pack and tossed at the Trumbeak; it popped open, clicked shut, and Victor watched with anticipation as the ball shuddered back and forth.
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Catching Trumbeak, skipping Dusknoir! [attr="class","rigidpokes"]
