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Post by Ninetales on Jul 31, 2007 15:34:12 GMT -5
Robinson sighed and looked around at the Nincada. "Okay, I think I will pay." He then handed over the two thousand Pokeyen that was needed. He hoped that it was a discount at least, because he still felt that money was useless, it had no real value, you couldn't really trade it for other useful items, or work to learn a trade... or barter, he felt those were more useful ways of getting things, because, if all you did was pay money for it, he felt that people would be less willing to trade and help others... He was not a socialist, but from his life experience, he felt that there were better ways to get what was needed without paper that is told you what it's value is.
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Post by Nyaa-Neko on Jul 31, 2007 21:34:31 GMT -5
The man grinned as Robinson punched in the correct buttons on his Pokedex, shifting the pyen over to the breeder's account. "Baransu: 3000 pyen," the screen of the Pokedex read in its garbled English. The man then grabbed a Pokeball off a shelf, and tossed it to Robinson. "This is his Pokeball. You can leave with him whenever." Once Robinson plugged the Pokeball into the 'dex, it read:
Nincada Gender: male Level: 5 Nickname: you choose Ability: Compound Eyes - raises accuracy by 3/10 Attacks: Scratch, Harden, Leech Life Personality: A pleasant fellow, always ready to listen. He'll retain every word you say, but doesn't go blabbing secrets. He tries his best to give advice if you ask, too. However, he rarely tells anybody about himself, preferring to hear more about you than let you know about him. He'll just politely avoid answering personal questions.
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Post by Ninetales on Aug 2, 2007 0:16:11 GMT -5
Robinson only sighed, He didn't like the man's attitude so he felt that the sooner he left the better things would be. Mainly his sanity, or what he counted as his sanity.
So he returned the Pokemon to his Pokeball and left the cottage. Once again into the misty weather, and where others might shiver and be cold from the sudden change, he was not affected or appeared to be unaffected. He smiled, he liked this region because of the almost minimum reliance to technology, so he had figured they would be more down to earth. So far he had been wrong.
He felt it was now time to leave the small starting off point, but as he left, he noticed one small home that seemed to be at least friendlier to his eyes, so he began to approach the small home.
((I am now heading to the lady's home by the exit for the town))
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Post by MorriganFearn on Aug 7, 2007 9:39:56 GMT -5
An ancient woman stood outside the porch looking at him with rheumy eyes. She nodded absently, seeing him come up the path. Opening her toothless mouth, she instructed him: "Wai..t." and then turned to shuffle into her house. Ten long minutes later the woman was back.
In one crabbed and veined fist she held a stick of charcoal. "He...re," she breathed, slowly holding out the item to Robinson. "For...your camp...fires."
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Post by Ninetales on Aug 10, 2007 1:30:08 GMT -5
William smiled and nodded his head taking the Charcoal. "Thank you kindly, when the fires are light, I will remember fondly the kindness shown to me in this town." he then bowed respectfully to the old lady. "Thank you again." He was happy that he had stopped at this home, it did his heart good that people were still out there that cared not about money.
He then left the small village.
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