Cavern Exploration [MOD]

[James Allen]

It had been a long few days, and, after having near to enough of the Kanto region, James had decided to try and start investigating the Hoenn region. When stopping by Professor Birch's office, the man had, sadly, yet to find any sort of Shiny Pokemon or data on them, so that wasn't much of a big help for him. So, James had decided to take a small trip around the region, and start at one of the lesser known paths in the region: Rusturf Tunnel. Sure, people used it for going back and forth from Rustburo to Verdenturf, however only when needed; it had plenty of wild Pokemon wondering around in it, so people without Pokemon took a cautious time whenever they decided to use this path. However, since James had plenty of Pokemon on him, he knew he'd be fine going through it. At least, for a little while.

"Hmph, it sure is quite foggy in here," the man couldn't help but say as he and Eona tromped further into the cavern. "I assume it's from the rain," he said as he observed the cavern; the top of which held some sleeping and flying Zubat. "Hoenn seems to have a lot of rain in these parts."

"Umbreon!" Eona said, the rings on her ears and tail lighting up lightly as she wagged her tail at her owner. James smiled at that.

"Well, either way," James went on as he tried to rub off one lens of his glasses with his jacket sleeve, "We still have to keep searching. We've barely found one Pokemon who is willing to interact with!"

"Breon!" Eona said sweetly, again wagging her tail before almost happily looking around the cave, as if for something; her Soothe Bell that was around her neck jingling and slightly echoing throughout the cave as they walked in search of Pokemon.

[Noem]

A level 28 male Girafarig came passing through!

Ability;; Early Bird
Agility|| Psybeam|| Baton Pass || Assurance

The first rule of being lost is to never admit that you are lost. The second rule of being lost is to not attract attention to yourself. Then there is the third and most important rule of being lost, silently panic inside of yourself and pray to the legendary Pokemon that you don't die. That particular foggy day, the Girafarig wandering trough the cavern was terribly lost. Would he admit it? No, never! Why would anyone admit that they were lost. He didn't know what it was that had gotten him so lost, he was normally good about wandering from one tree to the next, munching on some leaves. It was really the fog, he thought the entrance to the cavern had looked like a lonely little tree.

He had been so terribly wrong though. Regardless, now he was lost, wandering through the fog, keeping his head down and trying to look small. He was too young to die that way! He wanted to wait until the fog cleared out before he started moving again, but sitting still meant he was a target for any Pokemon. That didn't really matter though, he couldn't see any Pokemon. In fact, he was almost pretty sure that no one could see him too. So with that almost pretty in mind he sat still and let out a small sigh. He was not lost.

_{OOC// Sorry for the wait.}

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