[What comes Krieg's way today is a series of pictures. While the light is dim, there are still things that can be made out - namely, rocks and mountain stuff. Caverns. Caves. A Tepig blowing bits of Ember out to light his path, trotting happily. A Salazzle snatching the 'gear for a bit, accidentally taking pictures of her running through the caves, a familiar set of blue twintails following after. There are shots of camps made, sometimes with just Pokemon, other times with Hikers. There's also a minute long video clip of Thida and a Hiker jamming out, him on a harmonica and she following along on her guitar. It's not bad to listen to.
There are also pictures of the Tepig from before, cuddling up with other Tepig, kissing his snoot against an Emboar, being doted on by a Pignite. The Salazzle comes back being surrounded by Salandit, unimpressed by how easily cowtowed they are to her whims.
And then, there's pictures of an exit. Of a dirt-smudged Thida grinning broadly in front of the sign for Mahogany Town. Of the Pokemon Center, of Joys looking on with sheepish grins as they patch up Thida's team. And then there's one last picture of a plate of roasted mushrooms local to the area, a bowl of rice, and a giant glass of iced green tea.]
no i can do it dont wanna make someone else do it i can u just get like stuff wood i guess or metal or somethin to stand on n i guess a background curtains???? i will draw it first
guess so tryin to save money tho i pay for my house so easier to make a stage n cheaper probly can find stuff in the dump? don't mind goin in uron likes it
[ She's been considering things as she gets a sense for the laws and lay of the land. It's always funny what becomes a barrier: age, usually, but here it manifests in strange ways. No full time work until she's twenty. No alcohol until eighteen. The one she finds more troubling than the other, but who enforces what, and under what understanding... but then again, how had her age and birthdate already been there on her pokegear when she arrived?
All these little needles for a world that liked its games, and here she is, texting someone who looked like he understood alcohol, a judgement made in his acknowledgement of brawling, and the look of his hands in a smattering of photographs he'd shared.
She could have asked that other fellow too, and might still: he'd said he visited bars. Hm.
May as well test these waters first. ]
Are you of the opinion anyone under the age of eighteen shouldn't be involved with the business of fermenting alcohol?
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