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The path is easily distinguishable here, since the constant foot traffic has carved a way through the surrounding grass. The dirt is well-packed and devoid of any large rocks. When it rains, the dirt turns in to a caked mud. During drought, it is dry and dusty. The carpets of green grass and mixed weeds cover the landscape in eastern and western directions, getting noticeably taller only a few feet from the path, where it apparently hasn't been cut for a long time. The weedy overgrowth prevents anyone from seeing if pokemon live around here or not. As the path heads farther north, trees become more and more common. Eventually, those trees meld into a forest, and the path heads right into it.


Contents:
Abra
Obvious exits:
South <S> leads to Saffron City: North Gates.
North <N> leads to Footpath - Route 5: Dense Forest.

Wow. The weather sure has changed since last night. During the trip out of town yesterday, it had been snowing, but now look at it! Rick is even more cheerful than normal, after this unexpected change in weather. The young trainer is travelling northward, on his way to Cerulean. By his side, his legs moving so fast he is almost running, is Zack, Rick's Machop. "Hehe. You okay there, Zack?" Rick asks his pokemon with a mischievous grin on his face, almost as if he is walking at this pace on purpose. "Chop! Machop!" <Hey! Slow down!> comes the reply from near his feet. Rick gives in. "Okay, I suppose you deserve a rest." he says, kneeling down, rummaging in his backpack for some pokechow.

It's a bright, beautiful day out today. Almost too bright. The upper crust of the white blanket is icy and reflects the sunlight painfully in rainbow colors. The wind whips tiny flakes of ice and snow through the air, stinging cheeks and ears and any other unprotected areas of the body. At least the path is quite clear, even to one near blinded by the snowshine, thanks to the many people who have trodden this path before.

A typical glint shows in Rick's eyes, and no, it's not coming from the snow. This is the glint of mischief, one Zack has seen so many times he almost knows what's coming next. As Rick pulls a bag of pokechow out, he looks around him, his pupils closing once more at the brightness. He opens the bag, and pulls out a piece, holding it up for Zack to see. Zack meanwhile has been watching with his arms folded and an annoyed look on his face. He does indeed know what's coming next. "Fetch!" calls Rick, throwing the chunk of food onto the snow a few feet away. Zack looks at the piece of food lying in the snow, then looks back at his trainer, the same look still on his face. <No! What do you think I am, a Growlithe?> retorts the fighting-type.
There's an almost immediate answer to this question, though not from Rick. <Yes! You're a Growlithe! Bark bark! Fetch it, Growlithe!> comes a voice from a nearby tree. <Fetch!> Upon closer look, there's a spot of lighter brown against the dark, wet bark of the tree, and while the form of the pokemon isn't easy to make out, the voice identifies it as an Abra.
<No, I'm not... hey!> Zack wheels round as he realizes the voice is coming from /behind/ him, not from Rick. Rick looks up at the call. He can't understand what was said, and Zack is /certainly/ not going to translate, but he recognizes what made the call. Looking in the rough direction of the sound, he quickly spots a familiar shape. An Abra. He recognizes it because there are numerous photos around the house of his dad during his training days, with /his/ Abra by his side. "Ooh!" Rick exclaims, not able to contain his excitement.

<Yes you are, Growlithe! Fetch!> the Abra declares. When the Machop fails to respond in any sort of reasonable time (a whole three seconds!), the psychic pokemon takes matters into his own paws. In a flash of blue, he disappears from the tree and reappears next to the bite of pokechow. He scoops it out of the snow, then throws it at Zack's head. <Fetch, boy! Fetch!> he chortles as the food hurtles through the air.

<Hey!> the Machop exclaims as the food hits him square on the forehead. <That's not fair! I get enough of that from him!> he continues, gesturing back towards Rick. Rick now understands what's going on: the Abra is taunting Zack! Rick laughs, while Zack folds his arms and looks sulky. <Some trainer /you/ are, taking sides with a wild pokemon against me.> he mutters, though loud enough for both Rick and the Abra to hear. He glares at the food on the floor, as if /it's/ laughing at him too.

The Abra laughs uproariously at Rick's reaction to being bombarded. He laughs for a few moments, then deliberately turns to look at Rick. In a voice that mimics Zack's sulky tone in a mocking fashion, he says, <Some trainer /you/ are! Your Growlithe won't even fetch. Bad dog! Bad!> he adds, smirking at the Machop again.

At this comment from the Abra, Zack perks up. <Ha! Yeah...hey!> he again turns to glare at the Abra, as he realises the joke is still on him. Rick, meanwhile remembers what he is supposed to do: catch pokemon. He begins fishing around in his backpack again, this time for his pokedex. Still snickering, he finds the device and aims the lens at the Abra.

'Abra' scanned and added into your Pokedex. Type '+pokedex/pokemon Abra' for information on this pokemon.

The Abra narrows an eye at the strange device that is pointed at him, but when nothing is shot at him or attacks him, he stays put and goes back to mocking the beleaguered Machop. <That's right, doggy,> he says in a syrupy-sweet voice. <You're such a bad dog. You should be ashamed of yourself, refusing to fetch when your betters tell you to!>

The sun shines overhead, bracketed by puffy fair weather clouds.
Will Santa's route be extra long this year? Better save! (Saving)

"I've got a new idea." Rick remarks, as he closes his 'dex and puts it back into the bag. He fishes another piece of 'chow out of its packet. "/You/ fetch!" he says finally to the Abra, throwing the food someway behind the psychic pokemon. He grins, secretly hoping that the Abra doesn't take the same attitude as Zack. It won't do to have two pokemon that can't take a joke. <Ha! Who's the doggy now!> mocks Zack, really pleased that he's no longer the victim of Rick's humor.

Fair weather clouds drift through the blue sky from the west, along with the wind. The sunlight on the snow is dazzling, and it gleams on the ice.

The Abra turns towards Rick again and raises the area that passes as an eyebrow. <Excuse me?> he says in a voice that indicates both shock and disdain. Even if Zack doesn't translate, the superiority will come across in the Abra's tone of voice. The Machop's comment goes completely ignored the same way an ant walking across a human's shadow would be.

Hmm. Bad move. This one clearly thinks it's above that sort of thing. "No? Well then..." Rick says as he fishes yet another piece of food out, and throws it behind Zack again. "Fetch!" <Not again!> the Machop groans. Rick, eager to gain the friendship of the new pokemon, offers a piece of 'chow to the Abra. Whether he eats it or throws it at Zack, that's up to him. <Now you're siding with /that/ again?> the Machop matches the shock and disdain of the Abra's earlier comment.

The Abra is suddenly suspicious after Rick's changing sides several times in the last thirty seconds and shows it by the uneasy look he gives the proffered food. Instead of going after what's in the trainer's hand, he Teleports again, this time to the food that was thrown in Zack's direction. He takes the food, licks it, then throws it at the Machop. <Fetch, doggy!>

<Grr.> Zack mumbles something inaudible and wanders off, towards the tree the Abra had been in front of before. The piece of food the Abra threw has left a soggy brown mark on his back, but he doesn't care. <You can pelt me all you want, but I /refuse/ to fetch!> "Oh dear. No need to sulk again, Zack. Look, I'm sorry, okay? Do you want some food or not?" Rick asks, all signs of his 'prankster' attitude gone from his face. He offers a piece of food to his pokemon as a peace offering. "Too bad /you/ can't take jokes as well as I can." he remarks as Zack takes the food. The little powerhouse still has a look of dislike for Rick on his face as he munches the food. <I can too.> he mutters in between bites.

The psychic pokemon snorts with barely-concealed laughter. <Sure you can, puppy,> he says. <You're just great at taking jokes. I've never seen anyone better!> he declares expansively. <They should make you the Official Joke-Taker Growlithe, you're so good at it! You should even get paid...in frisbies and tennis balls,> he finishes with a laugh.

<He's the real joker. He'd make an excellent pokemon for you.> the Machop remarks to his trainer sarcastically. "Well, yes, he would." Rick replies. <Hey! I was joking!> Zack exclaims, pretty obviously shocked that his trainer would even /consider/ capturing this... thing. "I wasn't." the trainer says seriously, with a face to match. He again offers food to the Abra, laying it on the ground if it won't take it from his hand.

<OOC> Abra says "Please +throw."
Rick throws a pokeball...
...and it works.

The Abra yawns. <You poor thing, stuck with this really dumb dog. I think I'd better come with you to protect you. /I/ can get a joke,> the psychic declares loudly. With that, he strolls over to the trainer and takes the offered bit of food. He munches on it a moment, then asks, <Hey, dog...are you really going to waste that perfectly good food? Go fetch,> he orders with a smirk.

<Well, I suppose I'd better clear up.> the Machop grunts. <This isn't 'fetching', mind!> he glares back at the Abra as he picks up the stray pieces of pokechow that are lying about. Muttering as he goes, he eats all the pieces he picks up. Rick looks at the packet of food. "Wow. What good value for money. The pack's half gone in one sitting! Lucky I've got more." <There. All done.> the Machop says, satisfied. This satisfaction is broken at the Abra's offer. <Oh no.> "What?" Rick asks. <He wants to protect you. It seems he doesn't trust me to do it.> the Machop replies reluctantly. "You want to come with me?" he asks in surprise. <Don't get used to it, it won't happen often.> Zack mutters sourly.

<Yeah, sure,> the Abra says. <You gotta have someone around to keep this bad-attitude Growlithe in line after all,> he adds with a grin as he points to Zack. <Oh, and good boy. I knew you could fetch once it got into your little brain,> he smirks. <Now, let's go. It's cold.> With those words, he turns and begins heading in the direction of the nearest city, Saffron, obviously expecting his new 'trainer' to follow him.

"If you're cold, do you want to go in here?" Rick asks, enlarging a pokeball as he gets it from his backpack. <Huh. What tact.> Zack continues in his sour tone. Rick ignores his pokemon for the moment, and closes his backpack again, slings it over one shoulder and follows his 'catch'. He still has the 'ball in one hand, and waits for a reply for Zack to translate.

Will Santa's route be extra long this year? Better save! (Saving)

<No. Now, come on,> the Abra says, continuing his movement towards the city. Though at some point Rick is likely to be able to convince the psychic to enter a pokeball, that time doesn't seem to be now. The pokemon will keep going, with or without his 'trainer' and the 'Growlithe.' Rick has captured, or been captured, by an Abra!


Staff Note: This Abra is rather rude, bossy, and likes to make fun of people and cracks jokes at their expense. A favorite target of his is Rick's Machop, Zack, whom he likes to tease about being a Growlithe. The Abra certainly isn't above ordering the Machop to fetch, play dead, or any of the other tricks dogs are known for.

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