59 days till Halloween [TallFellow Encounter 1]

[quickattackjack]

_{[An eerie wail cuts through the night.]}



Locations:
_{Johto National Park (Between Routes 35 and 36) - July 12-15
Route 34 - July 19-22
FORWARD-DATING MAGIC! OH BOY!}

- Original Tallfellow Information Post
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- Map

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NATIONAL FOREST

_{[It is a dark and stormy night. Or at least rainy. Pachirisu and Metapod alike hide deep in their nests as the branches shake in the wind and rain. The path is little more than mud as it's been raining for days on end. Rain, rain, rain! The Pokemon are apathetic about coming out of their burrows to forage but there is one creature that the weather hasn't stopped...]}

ROUTE 34

_{[It's a nice enough evening. The Jigglypuff are settling in for the night and the sun is heavy and orange as it sinks behind the trees. The shoreline is peaceful and Buizel play in the gentle surf. Twigs snap and the tall grass rustles--but it's just the sound of scurrying Pokemon....isn't it?]}

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[quickattackjack]

Once they were far enough away that small movements wouldn't be heard, Jack stepped forward, picking his way carefully through the brush. In his hand he carried a bundle of twigs, tied with grass. They poked out in odd directions and didn't make any recognizable shape. He carefully placed it on top of the tent before moving back into the trees. His Stunky's smokescreen rolls a mist in around the campsite.

And then, because he couldn't help himself any longer, Jack screamed. It was a God-awful sound--a sound a creature makes when it's dying, when it's in pain, when it's in fear, when it's heartbroken and angry all at once and the wail is hard to classify as man or mon.

[exeggutorhead]

Envy doesn't really have an answer to that unspoken question beyond 'run away'. Because he left his Pokemon back in the tent. And suggesting turning around and going to get them is just unacceptable because that would mean admitting to being tense and nervous.

He might be the oldest, but that doesn't mean he's good at being in charge.

The smokescreen rolling through the camp not only makes it harder to see, but makes everything look just plain eerie. He doesn't like it at all. "What..."

Then that scream. Envy's so wound up by that point that he almost trips whirling around in the direction it came from. And he manages to spare a thought for hoping Greed can't see his face right now because he is not controlling his expression.

Greed and the mysterious scary thing probably did hear the shout of pure startled terror he let out, though, even if he will deny that he made that sound until the sun explodes.

[ossifragant]

This? This is a situation that Greed never wanted to be in. He doesn't know what to do. He's not sure what he would do even if he had his Shield because it's not like he can attack the air.

The smokescreen had been bad enough, but now he's in panic mode.

Fortunately for Envy, he doesn't see his face, but he does hear the noise. It's enough to get Greed to whirl around, to try and find whatever the hell it was that screamed because it doesn't sound like a Pokemon. What the hell could it be?

What the hell can he do? He lets out a breathy, nervous noise, clawing through his hair, trying to get his heart to stop pounding in his chest. Shit, shit, shit, he doesn't have any of his Pokemon on him. With his Ponyta, at least there would be a light source.

[quickattackjack]

Jack's heart swelled.

That fear was downright delicious. He drifted back into the trees, silently motioning for his faithful Stunky to follow. That was all for this night--but not really. No, if the boys decided to investigate the area around their camp in the daylight they would find deep criss-crossing gouges in the mud. Some of the markings looked like stick men. Others were just abstract clusters of lines. A few black feathers were scattered around the markings but not a single footprint could be found.