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((OOC: I imagined it as two-roomed, one back one with a bed and another with the livingroom/fireplace/front door, and maybe two windows in all. This is, of course, all based off of my previous plot needs. 

 . . . Hurray for lame excuses. ))

Romulus looked away from Huck. For him, it really wasn't a choice - he was probably still wanted in Anchore, and Huck still aggrivated him slightly, so Route B was his only real option. What interested him was that Huck had instantly assumed that Anthony and him were going onwards together. He wanted to go with Anthony, of course. That much he had decided in the hammock. The boy was suprisingly easy to get along with, and anyone who got to know Romulus knew this was a rare thing. And the boy had - in an annoyingly cliche'd move - sacrificed himself for Romulus's own well-being. the most he could do was keep him company. Romulus voiced none of the aloud, however, still troubled of mind. Instead, he politely pushed Huck's plate of fish a bit farther away from himself and helped himself to some Berries.

((OOC: Looking at your post, Decku, it's interesting to note the way we both incorporate certain objects. I tend to stay away from real-life . . . stuff . . . as much as possible - as shown by Romulus's drinking Lemonade and only eating Berries here - where as you stick them (real-life food and materials, like your fruits and nuts) in among the Pokemon Items in a casual manner. Hmm.))

((OOC: Interesting. Maybe I'd be considered more, like, orthodox, or something. Anyway, I'm taking the hint that I should post next (I'm slow on the uptake, aren't I? :P))

"Enough of this!" Romulus stood up suddenly. "I'm going," he said, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder, "And if you want to come, Anthony, come."

He left the cabin, and, just out of earshot, thanked Huck for his hospitality in a somewhat begrudging matter. He headed off into the forest in the direction he knew led to Bastion - he had seen a map Huck had in his cabin - and hoped against hope that his new companion would follow.

((OOC: If I were you, Deck, I'd stay reading this topic for a few more posts - Huck might be needed . . .))

((OOC: *three days later*

*tumbleweed shifts by*))

Romulus kicked a colorful flower in agitation. Was Anthony coming? Had he got lost? Or had he decided not to go with him? Had he, Romulus, been stupid to believe that the new aquaintance would bond with him, a petty thief? He looked around for another flower to kick - luckily, they were everywhere; he was in a meadow of some sort, filled with them, bright and cheerful as an offset to his dark mood. To make things worse, he could hear some sort of annoying buzz - either he had a headache or a few Kollibrisk were nearby; either way, it wasn't helping his mood. I'll give him a minute, and if he doesn't come, I'll leave, Romulus decided unhappily.

Relief flooded Romulus and he was barely able to keep himself from smiling.

"I'd like that," he said, holding out his hand. Anthony shook it warmly, obviously pleased. "Right, then," Romulus said. "Off to Bastian?"

A day later, Romulus was awakened in his usual way - by wild pokemon scurrying past, which disrupted his age-old nightmare of ghost-towers and mining accidents. His new companion, sleeping below the tree he had slept in, had not yet awakened, giving Romulus some time to simply think. He pulled out his Journal after a while, and doodled in its margins as the sun came up; as he was no artist, most could easily be mistaken as kindergarden scribbles, but it passed the time.

For the umpteenth time, Romulus looked at the back side of the Journal's stapled pages - various diagrams and scematics jumped up at him, and - also for the umpteenth time - he hoped he hadn't grabbed anything important in his haste, back when he had stolen the papers simply for their blank sides. None of the diagrams looked important, but he wouldn't know. Years on the streets certainly didn't make him familiar with all those scientific creations and machines.

After a while, he got out of the tree and started gathering tinder for a morning fire.

((OOC: Sorry if the minor timeskip throws you off, EP - I do them alot, and can edit this if you want me to either way.))

Roughly a mile away from Romulus and Anthony's hastily built campsite, the Decorus Woods swayed in the wind as the pokemon inside its borders began to wake. Near the center of the forest, Huck's cabin was found by a lone trainer. . . .

Knock. Knock.

After a few minutes, the boy waiting outside swore quietly. He needed to get going, he was hungry, and he needed a way past the vegetation that simply wouldn't be damaged by any of his pokemon's attacks. The boy, about 13 and wearing an old, hand-me-down sweatshirt, reached into his battered jean's pockets to rest his hand reassuringly on his new starter pokemon's pokeball. Now that he thought about it, his pokemon could probably do with a Potion or two - they'd been training particularly hard today, and they may be more injured then they'd let on.

Come on, he thought angrily as he knocked on the cabin door again, Open up!

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The morning fire glittering warmly, Romulus began pulling out what remained of his packed food. Today they'd be heading for Bastian, and he was starting to get a bit agitated - he still wasn't comfortable around large groups of people, and the thought of such a large city as his next destinations irritated him, somehow. He didn't let on about this, though. He didn't like sympathy, especially from anyone close to him - Anthony, of course, was the only living soul to fit that description at the moment, so he remained silent about his fears. There would have to be gangs at the city, of course, but he could handle them. He and Poochyena would have, at least . . .

Elighted, the boy replied, "Yes, please." He explained how his pokemon needed rest and he shelter, then added: "My name's Micheal, by the way. And - " he ruffled in his backpack, pulling out a picture and looking suddenly grim " - I'm looking for this criminal. It's personal."

The picture was easily recognizable to Huck - the brown, untidy hair and the characteristic grimace could only be the most recent trainer he'd meant, Romulus.

Micheal looked blankly at the retreating figure for a moment - he hadn't truly been expecting such a response - and then followed Huck into the cabin.

"Thank you," he said kindly as he was offered a seat in one of the cabin's two rooms. His expression, however, changed abruptly, beoming cold and somehow eager. "Are you sure you don't know where he went?" he asked pointedly.  Looking down at his muddy hands, he muttered as if he was going to be chastised; "He stole all my cash. I needed that money."

Looking at him, Huck would have to agree - the boy certainly looked as if he hadn't much money to begin with, either way.

((OOC: 'Kay, so, seeing as he's probably not recognizable, he's the guy Rom stole from on page, like, 14, or something. Originally, he would have been payed back, as Rom was going to work for Huck and use his earnings to pay back those he stole from. Huck, however, comepletely forgetting about this important fact, lifted Rom's punishment, so now he doesn't get the money he obviously needs and deserves - so, in a nutshell, he's indignant, unhappy, and angry.))