02-14-2019, 09:25 PM
Not even five minutes would pass in Eclipse’s newfound turf before colourful personalities clashed. Though, what could he expect from eeveelutions? Each and every one of them are exactly the same, with a ten-metre pole shoved up their ass in one way or the other, rendering them devoid of any likeable qualities.
Adrien and Valentine’s back-and-forthing birthed a headache of sorts in the male. With much hope, if all went to shit, one of the deuce could be sacrificed for the sake of something to eat. The pair’s bellyaching irritated him so that when Gunther summoned him, the Watchog promptly obliged, and toddled after the hulking Aggron alongside the Sableye. Very much like the ghost Pokemon, burrowing was definitely a strong suit, as Quincey’s species was practically bred for the act of digging.
But circumstances could never stay simple anymore, could they? Once given a job, there was always a new rule to change it all up, or a distraction to fluster whoever was trying to get a good load of work done.
Scarcely after he had relocated himself from his companions, the executive waves for his aid. Mildly scowling under his breath, Quincey rapidly released what he had picked up, the dirt accumulated in his blanched paws finding itself collapsing to the earth below. From there, he’d straighten up his posture, and proceed to Timedancer’s location. Whatever perturbed her must have been crucial, seeing that it was enough to have mobilizing Quincey for the job.
Oh. She inquired about food. Quite crucial, indeed.
"Depends, really", the Councilist responded, an undertone of annoyance engulfing his tongue as he tailed the boss, ”food’s food, it’s always edible. The stuff you’d find in stores is generally manufactured to last a long time - it’s got a whole lotta preservatives and stuff - so I’d say yes, it’d be safe to eat.”
Such an amount of thought was put into his answer, that Quincey realized not that he ditched his prior post and tagged along with the Gardevoir and Sylveon. At least, not until it was too late.
Ah well, a change in directive never hurt anybody that was important - that is, if the group can manage to avoid bandits, traps, thieves, falling debris, the elements, poisonous fumes, toxic waste, explosions, and hooligans. If the small amount of listed hazards could be averted, then everybody may very well get out alive.
+ i should point out that all posts ever are mobile thanks for coping
Adrien and Valentine’s back-and-forthing birthed a headache of sorts in the male. With much hope, if all went to shit, one of the deuce could be sacrificed for the sake of something to eat. The pair’s bellyaching irritated him so that when Gunther summoned him, the Watchog promptly obliged, and toddled after the hulking Aggron alongside the Sableye. Very much like the ghost Pokemon, burrowing was definitely a strong suit, as Quincey’s species was practically bred for the act of digging.
But circumstances could never stay simple anymore, could they? Once given a job, there was always a new rule to change it all up, or a distraction to fluster whoever was trying to get a good load of work done.
Scarcely after he had relocated himself from his companions, the executive waves for his aid. Mildly scowling under his breath, Quincey rapidly released what he had picked up, the dirt accumulated in his blanched paws finding itself collapsing to the earth below. From there, he’d straighten up his posture, and proceed to Timedancer’s location. Whatever perturbed her must have been crucial, seeing that it was enough to have mobilizing Quincey for the job.
Oh. She inquired about food. Quite crucial, indeed.
"Depends, really", the Councilist responded, an undertone of annoyance engulfing his tongue as he tailed the boss, ”food’s food, it’s always edible. The stuff you’d find in stores is generally manufactured to last a long time - it’s got a whole lotta preservatives and stuff - so I’d say yes, it’d be safe to eat.”
Such an amount of thought was put into his answer, that Quincey realized not that he ditched his prior post and tagged along with the Gardevoir and Sylveon. At least, not until it was too late.
Ah well, a change in directive never hurt anybody that was important - that is, if the group can manage to avoid bandits, traps, thieves, falling debris, the elements, poisonous fumes, toxic waste, explosions, and hooligans. If the small amount of listed hazards could be averted, then everybody may very well get out alive.
+ i should point out that all posts ever are mobile thanks for coping