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Underway, the truck was a far cry from most of the automobiles he had ridden in. While it was far less bouncy and creaky than expected, such 'bothers' were still present. Even if it was better than he feared, the comfort of the ride couldn't hold a candle to the smooth elegance of a Galarian luxury vehicle. A long look was fired at Ruby after her question, the would be silence filled by the answers of others.
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''Mauville attracts a lot of power,'' he started vaguely. ''And who knows what's left over after the invasion. I'm sure we'll find something any trainer would love to have in their arsenal.'' Of course his own quest was mostly for answers. Alas, he wasn't certain that even Hideo and Doug would have completely accepted his seeking of Giratina.
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Until the lot reached their destination he could only 'enjoy' the ride. Despite being crammed in the front with the mountain of a man Doug was growing into, Hideo and he were small enough that it didn't feel so tightly packed. As the truck reached the bike trail, the ride got much more turbulent. Not oft traveled since the war, and not intended for a full size combustion vehicle, the tires mostly traversed wilderness.
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''Can't see how any wanker would enjoy offroading.'' With one hand clutching the cracked dash, and another wrapped firmly around the colloquially known 'oh shit' handle, Doug would doubtless be creeping along to avoid spilling the rear passengers. The trail was a muddy path that could more or less be centered under the truck, the rest of their 'road' was all grass, rocks and shrubs.
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Eventually the forest would tighten around them, large tree trunks moving closer the closer to the trail that it was looking less and less likely the old rust bucket would be allowed further. They would have no choice to stop and disembark. The homeless looking codger who said he had been a guide 'back in the day' hadn't lied. The trail really did end.
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''Well, I doubt we'll have worry about anyone stealing this shitwagon while we're gone,'' he said as he swung the door ajar, brushing aside at least waist high underbrush. Wading out into it, he waited for Hideo to climb out behind him before shutting the door and looking around at the forest. The tree trunks were thick enough that he surmised the fire from the war hadn't crept this deep in.
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It looked old, at least.
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Aside from a slight breeze whispering through the lumber, and their own human racket, not a sound met their ears. Not the distant cries of bug, or flying type pokemon, nor the hum of traffic from some distant highway. It was eerily silent. Though given his own high-class and insulated camping experience, Andy didn't really notice.
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''Well,'' he started once everyone had gathered up. ''I think it would be ideal if we spread out a bit to cover the most ground, but close enough to both communicate and keep each other in eye shot.'' The last thing he needed was the League grilling him for someone getting lost in the woods. Folding his map, a smokey tendril crept from the folds of his clothing to slide it from his hand and tuck it into his backpack.
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''We have aerial watch, so it shouldn't be too much of a bother,'' a glance was given to the togekiss. ''I trust that despite its pain, he can navigate the canopy well enough? Flying above it may obscure its vision to well... anything.'' Pulling a shiny rotom pokedex out of his pocket, the poke-powered item came to life, a familiar face filling the screen.
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''Hello Blackadder, Edmund, the Seventh!'' The boy's face creased in annoyance. ''I told you just Andy. Don't use my fucking trueform name,'' he hissed. ''Oh! Togekiss, and ambipom!'' While normally the Galarian just used a phone app for his pokemon identifying needs, he wanted something a little more advanced for this outing. ''Aye. We know our own pokemon, Buzzer. We're looking for rare and unusual examples.''
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''The togekiss is unus-ah!'' Andy shook the dex for a moment. ''That's not what I mean, smart ass!'' The eyes of the face in the screen spun like googly eyes for a moment. ''Just keep a lookout for anything else.'' Letting his dex equipped hand fall by his side, he looked up to the group. ''Ahem. Anyway, lets get to hiking then, yeah?''
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As the lot would wade into the woods, the thick canopy overhead dampened the light of the day. The underbrush thinned because of this, with only a shrub, fern, or patch of poison ivy. Although just as before, the sound of wildlife didn't echo through the trees as one might expect. Buzzer wasn't calling the sighting of any unaffiliated pokemon.
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Of course, the keen eyed among the group may notice curious indentations within the ground as they got further in. Faded through having to endure some days of weather and wear, but still distinctly belonging to a large creature, or perhaps two, as the footfalls made a different shape despite following the same direction. While the tracks wander ponderously, there is a trail that can be followed.
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[Using the roll command, please spot the tracks on the ground. A result of 60 or above will have the character notice them. There are plenty of tracks over the area, so more than one section can be seen at once. A result of 80 or above will tell the successfully character that these footprints have been present for a week or more by depth and degradation if you think it fits your character.]

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