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Pokemon Haven: Assisi Farm
The term 'farm' is an overstatement. Though a barn and a fenced in field are present, there's little else to indicate that the place has ever been used for agricultural purposes. The soil is untilled, only one rusted trough leans against the meager red barn, and several slats are missing from the fence. Any animal that may have been kept here could easily just roam off. The simple, red barn has taken some damage as of late. Scorchmarks mar the paint, and a few boards are missing from the door. The farmhouse is in better condition, kept in good repair by it's residents.
Contents:
Ping
Obvious exits:
North <N> leads to Overgrown Lands - Route 11: Off the Route.
Chilly rain falls from a grey sky. It's bleak and raw. The wind blows from the east. In the forest, raindrops patter against the leaves, and glisten like silver beads on their fiery vermillion and gold surfaces. The wet tree trunks have darkened from grey to brown. While at the coast, the sea matches the miserable grey sky as the rain splashes down onto its white-capped waves.
Rain. It strikes down on the barn with the power of several Clefairy. Maybe even ten Clefairy. Most may chuckle at this, but ten Clefairy are not to be underestimated. One, on the other hand, is more managable. She stands in the doorway to the barn, leaning against the wooden frame, counting the raindrops and listening to their music. She is small, even for a Clefairy. Behind her many pokemon sleep or mill about, trying to find shelter from the chilly rain.
Ping just looked at you!
The rain should be enough to keep any wise pokemon indoors, but either Scorch isn't wise, or he is so determined that he will endure any weather. The Charmeleon plods steadily towards what he knows is a safe haven, not to escape from the tormenting wet weather, but just to take a break from it. As he comes within view of the barn doorway, he stops, spotting the unfamiliar shape of the Clefairy. His eyes narrow as he regards the odd creature, but he says nothing, standing still in the driving rain, a remarkable feat for a fire-type pokemon.
Ping peers back at the Charmeleon. She tenses and her wings flutter a bit. Now the Clefairy stands erect from the doorframe. The corners of her mouth then betray a tiny sort of smile, not a nervous one, but a subtle yet confident one. Her eyes catch the tiny bits of sunlight that filter through the clouds and through the rain, giving them a soft glint. Although her appearance doesn't betray it, other things might: she smells like, she excudes a sort of fear.
If this was any other Charmeleon, he would be running for shelter right now. Then again, any typical Charmeleon wouldn't be out in this sort of weather in the first place. This just goes to prove that Scorch -isn't- a regular Charmeleon. The tiny smile of the Clefairy is enough to bring a confident smirk to Scorch's tooth-lined maw as well, the corners of his reptilian lips turning up in amusement. Obviously he has painted Ping as no threat to him. He begins to trudge towards the barn door once again, without saying a word.
Ping backs away a few steps, the smile still on her face, but the fear still in her movement. She doesn't seem to recognize the feat Scorch is accomplishing by staying out in the rain, but she does recognize the smirk of amusement. This makes her betray a tiny shudder, but nothing more. It's apparent that this little Clefairy is fighting two impulses quite alien to one another. "Clefair," she says as Scorch nears her. It's a greeting, nothing more.
Scorch's flame-tipped tail waves rhythmically as he walks, the dancing flame turning the falling raindrops to steam with a faint hiss. Of course, these days, since his evolution, Scorch has had the tendency to look down on pokemon he would have previously been wary of. With his newfound stature, the Charmeleon is having a hard time -not- looking down on others, especially now. He is nearly twice the height of the Clefairy, enough to make him overconfident. At Ping's greeting, he nods in reply, a small blast of hot air escaping his nostrils. It's not much of a greeting, but it will have to do for now. The Charmeleon stops a short distance away from the barn door, the raindrops continuing to splash off his scales. <May I come in?> he asks, fully aware that he could just toss the Clefairy aside if he wanted to.
Thanksgiving is coming! Hide the Pidgeys! (Saving) the bird-pokemon!
The Clefairy's eyes narrow a bit at the hot breath, but she straightens up again afterward. She nods. "Fairy," she says lightly. <Of course.> She hops out of the way in a single jump, landing right beside the doorway, to make plenty of room the pokemon who seemingly towers over her. Her wings flutter gently as she regards Scorch, the half-smile still not leaving her lips.
While Scorch's sense of smell isn't the best one around (the constant scent of charcoal seeming to drown everything else), Ping's fear is evident through her actions too. Even -this- Charmeleon can tell that, and he raises one of the scaley ridges above his eyes in the same way that a human would raise an eyebrow. He passes the Clefairy, although he stops as soon as the constant patter of raindrops is gone from his scaley skin. Turning around, he lowers his head slightly, as if that will help ease the fear. <Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you, or fight you or anything...> he says, a slight smile emerging. Whether this helps or not is debateable, as it only reveals more of his teeth. <...Unless you -want- to fight, that is?>
None of this seems to assuage Ping's fright. She does, however, reveal why she isn't as scared as she might be: "Fairy clefaire. Fairy fair." <Of course you won't. There's no fighting in the farm!> She shakes her head at Scorch's question, leaving that as her only answer. She glances at the rain again, then back toward Scorch, her ears perking toward the Charmeleon. The other pokemon in the barn glance at the newcomer, but only briefly: the smaller ones scurry about to less obvious places while the larger ones (and the ones more experienced in Assisi life) merely go about their business once again.
Why didn't Scorch remember that? <Oh... yeah. I remember...> he says, absent-mindedly, scratching his crimson forehead with a single claw, allowing a single raindrop to fall from his elbow to the floor. <Well, I'm not staying. Gotta get food, you know...> he mutters, as if to himself. This begs the question: what on earth is he going to eat on a gloomy day like today? A few more steps and once more Scorch is back in the rain, shuddering slightly as the bitterly cold droplets hit his skin. Without even turning around, Scorch begins to plod away, only raising his left clawed hand in the air and uttering a "Meleon," <Later,> in farewell. Not one of many words anymore, that is for certain. His markings are visible now he has his back to the Clefairy, but their importance is debateable in this weather. Unusual patterns aren't going to find him food...
Ping tilts her head. She echoes his goodbye and watches him leave. Only then does she exhale. "Fairy fay..." she says lightly to herself. <Charmeloizars...> She shakes her head and begins to watch the rain again, quietly leaning against the frame of the door, passing the time thinking.
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