Abra> Obvious exits:
Abra> North <N> leads to Saffron Road - Route 6: Open Road.
Abra> South <S> leads to Saffron Road - Route 6: Orange Road.

Abra> Molly arrives from Saffron Highway - Route 6: Open Road.
Abra> Molly has arrived.

Abra> Might emerges from his pokeball!
Abra> Might has arrived.

Abra> It's getting late. Molly Pepperidge looks at the sun as it becomes closer and closer to the ground with worry. She really shouldn't have set out for Vermillion so late in the day, but the pollution of Saffron was starting to get to her. The small girl longed for the fresh air of the open road, not the smog of a big city. The fact she's not alone makes her feel a little bit better, seeing as plodding behind her is the world's greatest Abra knight (how many could there be?). Letting out a tired sigh she speaks to Might "Looks like we might have to make part of our trip in the dark."

Abra> Might is an Abra, a fact which was previously stated. They don't have the greatest eyesight in the world - in fact, Might really doesn't care that they need to make a trek in the dark. However, he's been with Molly long enough to know that such a thing might disturb her. Humans and their weak senses, don'tcha know. <Do not worry, Molly! I shall protect you!> he says, his back straight and proud as he slips his stick-sword, Brainbasher, from his white handkerchief belt. Yes. He's just ready to tackle anything with a...mighty stick. Mmm hmm.

Abra> It's an awful day outside - foggy and warm, it's like the world is breeding grounds for mosquitos and other tiny flying pests. Most pokemon are hiding from the little bloodsuckers in their dens, getting ready for the night. One, however, is not - and it's surprising because that creature is an Abra, a pokemon well known for sleeping more than most others. <I declah!> the psychic type squeaks to herself, putting a claw up to her cheek. She's standing right in the middle of the road, though because of the heavy fog she might not be seen until Molly and her own Abra get close enough. She can definitely be heard, though - she's got a voice louder than most Growlithes. <Mah poor hankerchief! It's fallen on the ground! Whateveh shall I do? Deah me, deah me!> There is, indeed, a little piece of paper (not quite a hankerchief) on the ground - though why the Abra doesn't pick it up is a mystery.

Abra> Smile crossing her face Molly claps her hands together "My hero!". The young trainer isn't totally humoring her pokemon either, although there is a hint of a giggle in her exclamation. It's been about a year since she and Might started this journey together, even if it seems like just days. The loud voice of the female Abra startles Molly and she squints through the fog. Having been with Might for a year, she can tell what the psychic is saying, not being able to *see* her however makes the words a bit disturbing. "Hankerchief?" Molly blinks once, then twice. You'd think with Might around, an Abra with a hankerchief wouldn't shock his trainer too much. However, add a southern accent to the mix... Molly turns to Might with a look of 'What should I do?' on her face. Temporarily, she's seem to forgotten Might's past opinion on fellow Abras, especially female ones.

Abra> Everything is pale grey, veiled by mist. It's warm, humid, and still.

Abra> Might peers all the way up at Molly, a small grin alighting on his face as he does so. Even if her entire team of pokemon calls him weird, and a freak - well, at least she believes in him. He's distracted from his thoughts by the..rather loud and obvious distress of a..fellow Abra? His keen ears certainly can pick.../her/ voice. He stops walking, his tail swishing around his legs, allowing him to think and to ward off bugs at the same time. Oh yes, he can hear this Abra - but it takes some thought before he actually decides to do anything. He takes in a deep, steadying breath. <Ah, just keep talking..ma'am,> he says loudly, <so that I may find you!> With that, he keeps his ears cocked forward and he begins to move to where he heard her. Oddly, though, his stick-carrying hands tense as he walks and he fights back a grimace that threatens to break over his tan muzzle.

Abra> A super-cool ninja female Abra would be neat right now. A powerful spellcasting female Abra with a strong will would be great right now. A helpless female Abra in distress, however, is probably not going to help Might's opinion of them. <Oh?> She speaks! <Dear me! Oh, yes suh, please, I'm right here alawng this l'il ol' trail! I'm afraid I seem to have a prallem here! Mah hankerchief... I... Ah dropped it! Whatevuh shall ah dooo?> The Abra puts her claw up to her forehead in typical 'I'm helpless and weak!' style, and will keep it there until Might sees her.

Abra> It's quite fortunate that Molly has perfect manners. A less polite trainer might have shouted the obvious right now, but she doesn't question the female Abra's ability to use her hands. "Well, knights do rescue ladies in trouble!" Molly nods, always trying to keep things in a positive light "Even... if... it's their hankercheif that's in trouble..." . Poor Molly, she's trying so hard to keep a serious outlook on this very silly situation.

Abra> It'd be the longest of long shots to say that even a super-cool ninja female Abra or a powerful strong-willed spellcaster would change Might's mind about the females of his race. As it is, Might is almost..happy that this one seems to be falling into his pre-concieved notions of femininity. He gives a low snort and walks forward through the mist. Soon, he is in view of the female Abra, and she is in his. Looking away from the distressed psychic quite quickly, he then he begins to look around her for her handkerchief.

Abra> The Abra mentally made it a point to ignore the human as soon as she heard Molly, but unfortunately, the psychic has to speak to the trainer hear. <Well, little missy,> the Abra says none-too-kindly, <Has it evuh occured to ya that that l'il ol' hankerchief means a -lot- to me? Why, my mother's mother's mother's mother passed it down through jenuhrahshuns! Besides.> And she holds her head up indignantly. <My nose is runny. And a propuh lady -never- has a runny nose.> She then turns her attention to the (in her opinion) much-more likable male Abra, giving him a little wink. <Please hurry, kind sir!>

Abra> "Oh... uh... no. I'm sorry." Molly's tiny voice is sincere, her expression however is still as confused as ever. It occurs to Molly that this could easily be some sort of trap-- I mean why is this female so eager for Might to find a piece of cloth--erm, paper? As an aside to her pokemon she whispers "Be careful Might.". Of course considering her Abra's opinion on females, he probably doesn't see any reason to be careful. Ah, how prejudice does harm one in many ways.

Abra> Might is wracked by a slight cough that could, on second thought, be considered something between a snort of disgust and a shocked chuckle. Oh, so this female Abra claims to hold something sacred? What a precious little lie. <Indeed,> is his almost emotionless response to the lady Abra after she requests that he hurry up. His ears flicker backwards towards Molly as she whispers to him. He makes as if to nod...before noticing the piece of paper. He glances between the female Abra and the paper. <I see no handkerchief,> he says simply to her, something dark and bitter quivering beneath his otherwise formal, stuck up tone.

(look Might)

Abra> An Abra stands before you at 2 feet. The creature is a soft sandy brown. A large head rests on top of a lanky body; two pointed ears top off the creature's head. The mouth narrows abruptly, forming a small blunt muzzle. The interior of the ears are beige, as is the muzzle. The head's two eyes are either closed or quite narrowed - they appear as slits. Two maroon 'shoulder pads' adorn the Abra's shoulders; those extend to skinny sandy-brown upper arms, then to thick forearms with three small, blunt fingers. The Abra's torso is maroon as well; it looks like it's wearing an odd t-shirt. The pokemon's legs are lanky, with its feet being its most prominent feature. They have two toes on the front, one on the back. A comparably large tail sprouts out behind it. The tail has a maroon stripe half way down it, and ends in a point.

Abra> The female Abra gives Molly one last sinister glare, before directing her attention back at Might - especially at his body. <I declare, suh,> she says with the tiniest little giggle. <That you have a very cute rump. Goes well with...> Pause. <The rest of your fine body. Do you work out a lot?> Hm. I wonder if she could be a little more obvious? She also makes a light little point at the 'hankerchief' on the ground, but doesn't say much - she's busy looking at Might!

Abra> Oh my! Molly's eyes go wider than they've probably ever gone, and her cheeks become a rosy red, although it can't be seen too well in the fading light. She gets the feeling she's a bit too young to be hearing all this. All the girl can do is watch the two Abras, and hope that Might keeps his cool with the southern belle.

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Abra> Might hasn't quite stopped staring at the female Abra. He..doesn't stop now. His ears swivel forward and stay there, drinking in every word. Not that that's a good thing, for those words smash his mind into itty-bitty pieces, and he has to mentally scramble to reorganize himself. <Whu?> he eloquently states. She asked a question...does he answer it or go pick up something or Teleport out of here or...The Abra sways a bit on his large feet. <Uhm, I..uhm...ahemuhm!> His tone isn't formal and uptight now...now he just sounds like a stupid country boy from one of those hick towns. <And I..ah..get...thing.> That thought manages to cross his brain (unfortunately, also his mouth), and he bends down and picks up the piece of paper. He pauses a second in that position as he blinks at it, before dropping his stick and picking up the paper. He then turns back, looking over at the...very female Abra, paper held loosely in his hands.

Abra> Awwww, he's stuttering! The Abra gives Molly the lightest little smirk before turning back to Might once again, watching his every move. He's definitely got it in the cuteness department - and the fact that he came over to pick up her hankerchief gives him points for sensitivity and kindness. Sure, he doesn't even know what a hankerchief is, apparently, but hey - intelligence is the least powerful of the three qualities. The Abra takes a step forward, and takes her paper back (provided Might's fingers aren't frozen) - giving Might a wink. He probably won't notice, because she does, after all, have her eyes closed, but it's the thought that counts!

Abra> Molly decides this is easily the most bizarre thing she's ever seen. This is in her head of course, even in the face of insanity the girl remembers what her mother taught her. Heck, it's even sort of cute! It is when Might falls out of character that the young trainer starts to be most amazed. Since when has *her* Abra ever been at a loss for words? "It's... it's getting pretty late." her voice finally returns to her. On top of being polite she's also quite responsible! Nothing worse than an Abra who hasn't had his sleep. Inside however she's hoping that maybe Might's new 'friend' won't want to part from him.

Abra> Might doesn't do much other than let the Abra take her, erm...hankerchief. He gives his head a little shake. Once, twice, three times. C'mon Might, time to wake up! ..And fortunately Molly manages to help him do so. As she speaks, he /forces/ himself to bypass his confusion and pay attention. <Ah.> He coughs, clearing his throat loudly. <In..deed,> he says, straightening up. He blinks, before realizing his stick isn't around. Wasn't it in his hands? Something stops him from frantically searching for it, however. It seems Scarlet O'Abra's words haven't quite lost their effect on his still shattered mind. ..Whatever effect they may have had.

Abra> The Abra gives Molly yet another glare, before turning back to Might. <Leave her!> she cries suddenly, throwing aside the hankerchief and attempting to clasp her hands with the other Abra's. Supposing Might will let her, she'll cry, <Run away with me, suh! Run away! We'll go to a land where ah'll drop all the hankuhchiefs I please and you'll pick 'em all up and we'll be evuh so happy, oh yes, we will!> She clears her throat, and looks deep into Might's eyes. <We'll run away and leave... *her* behind.>

Abra> Now, Molly knows that Might's loyalty to her is something that this female can't possibly hope to contend with. However, despite everything she's still a little girl, and the words of the southern belle cut through her. She fights to keep composure, biting her bottom lip from saying words that aren't typical of her and not very nice at all. What was one of the most important lessons her mother taught her? Treat others the way you wish to be treated. "I don't want Might to leave ma'am." she states, not able to hide an upset edge to her tone "He's my... he's my friend."

Abra> Oh, Might's still too shocked for movement. The female Abra's hands successfully clasp around his own. However, her new words begin to trickle through his thick mind, and his response to them is immediate. <No!> he blurts out. <I cannot leave Molly - I am...ah, sworn to her...side...> Unfortunately, he happens to trail off into a murmur as the female Abra stares deeply into his eyes. Might despises cunning feminine wiles, but he's rather bad at resisting them. Lack of practice and all that. It's easy to resist something you know you're never going to have to face, now isn't it? Well...not quite...

Abra> The female Abra just stops. She freezes, her fingers clenching tightly only a moment before she becomes paralyzed. Pause, pause. <Friends?> The Abra peers at Molly - though not with hatred or anger. <Friends?> She looks back at Might, letting go of his own claws and taking a step back. <Oh...> she hisses softly. <Ya two ahn't a couple?> Okay. This is odd. She peers at Might. Peers at Molly. Peers again at Might. <You've-a been with her for... I'm afraid you've lawst me, suh.> She shakes her head softly as she peers at him. <How can ya... ya... act like huh mate and pratect huh when ya only frens?> Her accent's getting a little thicker now as her concentration on impressing the male starts to fade.

Abra> Tears that might have been are stopped, and once more Molly looks perplexed, but that then subsides into a tiny giggle. "Oh goodness..." is all she can say, the thought of she and Might being a couple fills her mind. Come on, just picture a human girl and an Abra, dancing through a field of wild flowers holding hands, and tell me you don't snicker. Molly being the age she is, she doesn't know that love is much more than that right now. Might is on his own in informing the female Abra about this one.

Abra> And now it's time for the Abra to think. Again. As the female Abra stands back from him, thinking seems so much easier. His ears flick backwards against his head as his little mind churns. His back straightens, though his tail curls around his waist - his one sign of unease at this whole situation. <She is my trainer. I am her pokemon; in fact, the first pokemon she ever recieved on her trainer journey - a..ritual that young children go through, in order to prove that they and their pokemon are true champions. We love each other, we protect each other, but we do so as friends.> He takes a deep breath, which comes out as a low hiss. <I...have..no mate.> He hisses this through clenched teeth, a note of sadness sounding in his tone. Aw, someone has bad memories.

Abra> The female just seems completely and totally perplexed at this point. How can two individuals of opposite genders be so close and not be mates? It seems absolutely preposterous to her. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? <So,> whispers the female Abra after she listens to the information Might bestows upon her, <Ya luv huh...> Pause. <But you're not... in luv with huh?> She pauses for a moment, before shaking her head. <I dahn't understahnd.> Another pause. <Should I leave? I rally... rally dahn't know what's goin' on here...> As she speaks, the psychic type glances uneasily left and right - but all she can see is the thick fog.

Abra> "It is complicated." Molly pipes up, "You don't have to leave... Might is just sort of... well shy around female Abras! He's okay with me because I'm a human!". Oh geez, it's trouble when an eleven year old tries to play matchmaker. Hey in her mind, maybe a good way for her Abra to learn to trust females more is to have one around! Of course, she doesn't know all the important details of Might's lost love, so she can't see that it could do more harm than good.

Abra> Might takes another deep, heavy breath and frowns. A bug comes too close to his ear and his ear twitches, sending the bug zooming away. <I love Molly as...as I would love my sister, or my mother. Or my daugh--> he clears his throat, not wanting to expand on that point. <Either way, you said it perfectly. I love her, but I am not /in/ love with her. I could only be in love with an Ab...> he trails off, before shaking his head. He nods quickly at Molly's words. <As Molly said, her being..human is a barrier to any sort of romantic love. I simply am not in love with her.> He tilts his head slightly, wondering if he even made sense.

Abra> The Abra just shakes her head even more, just sort of looking at Molly like the girl is absolutely crazy. <I don't unduhstahnd, missy.> And she turns to Might, to, now getting a little more quiet. <And I don't unduhstahnd you eithuh, suh. Don't ya luv me? Ye can't lahv the both of us, can yeh?> She pauses for a moment, shaking her head and purposely not looking at Might, lest she become tempted once more. <I rally... rally should go...>

Abra> "Love takes time." Molly shakes her head "If you really want Might to love you, well you'd have to let him get to know you. That can't be done in a few minutes-- heck that can't be done in a few days.". It's so hard to put into words things that Molly herself doesn't understand in full. Now the sky is dark, and the fog is as thick as ever, and Molly knows a decision is going to have to be made soon. "If... if you wanted to come along with us, to spend some time with Might you're more than welcome."

Abra> The misty light dims slightly.

Abra> Might is...confused again. <Wai--love?> he says slowly. This..this female he's just met thinks he should fall in love with her? His head tilts and his tail curls around his hips even more. And now Molly's agreeing with the female? Oh, this will take nights and nights of meditation to figure out. Might makes a wise decision for once in his life, though to him it doesn't seem too wise - he just shuts up and looks dumb.

(At this point, I asked Molly to +throw; this would decide the female Abra's reply.)

Abra> Molly throws a pokeball...
Abra> ...and it fails.

Abra> The Abra simply shakes her head a little more, not being able to process and understand all this stuff about love. She's been *told* that the best thing about life is falling in love - wouldn't it make sense for Molly and Might to both be mates by now? It doesn't seem to make sense. <Ah still dahn't get it,> she claims softly, putting her claws on her hips. <It doesn't make ainy sehnse. If he doesn't lahk me...> And she points a rather accusing finger at Might. <Then ah can't lahv him!>

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Abra> Everything is grey, veiled by darkening twilit mist. It's still, warm, and the air feels damp.

Abra> Hm. She has herself a little point there. "I don't know what to tell you." Molly sighs "You can't force or hurry love. Might... has some things he can't get over. There's a chance if you got to know him, you could help him. I'm not going to make him feel something he doesn't.". For a pipsqueak she sure can pull out some truths. This is the last and final chance for the female to change her mind. Molly pulls from her knapsack a very worn and cheap looking flashlight. She has to shake it a few times for it to illuminate, and she prays it lasts all the way to Vermillion. Her eyes turn to Might, has he any words of wisdom for his fellow Abra?

Abra> Might's jaw drops...then opens and closes some more. <Uh...> he says slowly. <I, erm,> he murmurs. His feelings for the female Abra are all muddled for the minute. It's true that he doesn't quite like her but...she said he was good-looking. No, really, it's not some macho ego thing! It's just that every other female Abra has laughed him off, except for one who he hates to remember. <I..> he mutters. Molly really said it all - he can't think of another thing to say. Talking and thinking have never quite been his strong suits.

Abra> Molly throws a pokeball...
Abra> ...and it works.

Abra> The female Abra only looks at Molly for a few moments, giving the girl a completely and total staredown. Her mind is rapidly processing thoughts, very quickly for a pokemon as slow as herself. Finally, she takes one last long look at Might - and grins. <All right,> Scarlett O'Abra finally announces. <Ah'll do it, but ahnly cahze he's so cute.> She looks over at Molly with this big Oh-You-Know-It grin on her face. <Look at his butt, it's sah fuhm and soft!>

Abra> Molly makes no comment on the firmness of her Abra's butt. Instead she seems not to have heard that statement (or at least wants not to have), and puts on her best 'cheery little girl' smile "That's great! Welcome to our little family.". It's not too proper to rush new family members, but at this point it's getting close to Molly's bedtime and she doesn't feel like seeing what lives on these roads late at night. "Okay! On to Vermillion we go!" she proclaims, pointing in the direction of the next town, and walking as briskly as she can on tired little feet.

Abra> Twilight deepens the grey of the fog.

Abra> Might returns to his pokeball. Abra> Might has left.

Abra> Though she's uncertain as to what a 'Vermilion' is, all she knows is that she's walking on to new adventures with her neeeeeeew lover! <You wahk a l'il bit ahead,> whispers Scarlett O'Abra softly, giving him a little wink. <I wahnt ta look at ya rear a little mo'!> And though she's not very fast, the Abra manages to keep up with Molly and her Abra as the three march onwards towards the city.

Abra has been captured by Molly. 'This is a regular Scarlett O'Abra. She's got a "southern belle" accent - and a major crush on Might, who she thinks is cute and kind, though maybe just a tad slow. She's also very, very jealous.' set as its staff note.