[ti]spawn[/ti]give me a sign

Saint • Weekend Warrior Round 2 Posts: 384 Trainer Class: Player Name: Angelo Alvarez OOC Username: Sleepy Arena Points: 10	Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by Saint on Jan 29, 2024 11:10:17 GMT 9 Saint stood at a crossroads. “Hm. We may be lost.” <Pudding is not lost. Pudding is where she needs to be,> said Pudding, as she stuffed yet another strange mushroom into Saint’s bursting pockets. It fell out, along with another smaller mushroom. She put both back inside with all the force her tiny paws could allow. “Yes, you are. But we should try to get back to the picnic area before we cook any of these.” He’s fairly sure at least a couple of their pickings were edible. They were lucky enough to find them deep in the grove, and he only allowed it because there were clear signs all around. Now, he’s fairly certain this sign was supposed to say ~~LEFT - PICNIC AREA, RIGHT - LAKE~~. What he read instead: ~~LEFT - BERRY PATCH, RIGHT - PICNIC AREA~~. He frowned, hesitating for a moment, before choosing ~~LEFT~~.

[ti]spawn[/ti]give me a sign Posted Jan 29, 2024 11:10:17 GMT 9 Edited by Saint Jan 29, 2024 11:18:23 GMT 9

Saint • Weekend Warrior Round 2 Posts: 384 Trainer Class: Player Name: Angelo Alvarez OOC Username: Sleepy Arena Points: 10	Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by Saint on Jan 29, 2024 11:25:00 GMT 9 They followed a modest little footpath through the autumnal forest, a sea of orange and warm sunlight. It kept him calm. Brushed away the lingering feeling of deja vu. Occasionally, he would turn, checking on Pudding. She didn’t appear in the mood to be carried, so he’d let her walk. Her stubby legs meant they moved at a glacial pace, but it was worth seeing her explore. She enjoyed the grove—or at least it seemed so. Hard to tell when she held the same facial expression 24/7 and didn’t blink. Below an ancient-looking oak, they found another wooden sign. In hand-painted letters it declared: ~~LEFT - LAKE, RIGHT - PICNIC AREA~~. Again, that strange feeling. “Left or right?” Maybe a psychic Pokémon would have better intuition. <Pudding is always right,> said Pudding as she held a giant orange leaf to her face, making her look like a korok. They moved right.

[ti]spawn[/ti]give me a sign Posted Jan 29, 2024 11:25:00 GMT 9 Edited by Saint Jan 29, 2024 11:28:10 GMT 9

Saint • Weekend Warrior Round 2 Posts: 384 Trainer Class: Player Name: Angelo Alvarez OOC Username: Sleepy Arena Points: 10	Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by Saint on Jan 29, 2024 11:35:46 GMT 9 Saint paused, finding their next path blocked by a resident. “Oh, hello there.” He kept his voice low, so as not to spook it. A smile grew on his face. Wasn’t a vulpix one of his first encounters too? It felt like it had been ages. He really should contact Verai one of these days (and remember to send a friend request). The Vulpix continued to stare. Saint slowly knelt down. “Let’s try and befriend this one... Pudding, that’s not how you make friends.” Pudding slowly and begrudgingly put down the mushroom that was levitating over her head. <Pudding needs no friends.> “That hurts my feelings,” Saint said gently. “Are we not friends?” Pudding carefully placed her paw on his knee. <You are better than a friend. You are Pudding’s cook.>

[ti]spawn[/ti]give me a sign Posted Jan 29, 2024 11:35:46 GMT 9

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