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Walpurgis looked around, making note of possible weapons in the surrounding area, as well as the advantageous areas in case he had to battle. The thought was largely irrelevant - if he was discovered now, the vast amount of trainers and pokemon would make fighting complete folly - but it was never-the-less what he had been trained to do, and it was as natural as breathing to him. Of course, anyone watching would assume Johannes Faust was simply looking for herbs for salves and poultices - and they would be half correct. There were usually some - there! Thistlenettle. A herb that had many uses. He pulled some out of the bush with practiced precision, placing them into his satchel. Standing up, he made his way to one of the trainers, who he recognized as one of the assistants at the Motterosa Gym.

Walpurgis smiled as he approached. "Greetings, young lady!" He gave a sweeping bow. "I am Johannes Faust, esteemed healer! Might I trouble you for some conversation?"

Cara gathered her pack from the ranger. Only one pokeball huh? Well, they were just going to have to make it count. There were indeed quite a lot of others around but that just meant more people to keep an eye on or make friends with in Cara's opinion. She strapped her tote bag around her neck and shoulder and stepped outside of the station when she and the others heard the legendary's call. When she looked and squinted hard, she saw a blue and violet blob. 'Is that it?' She thought to herself, wondering what legendary it could possibly be. Tiger looked also, a determined look falling across his usually carefree face. ((did that make sense?))



Cara heard her name being called out and looked in the direction that she heard it come from and was happy to see a face she recognized. It was interesting to see her frequent battle opponent without his bat-hat but instead with a stunning Dragonair at his side. She smiled and started walking over with Tiger at her side. "Hey Zak, fancy seeing you here." She said when she got up next to him. Tiger barked his hello. "Arc!"

"True, but they are a good warning system to have around." Gepardo chuckled softly. "Just because we encounter one, it doesn't mean we will come upon disaster itself, thought, in all honesty, for what I hard from some old timers here. We are in for a disaster one way or another."

He looked towards the group. "After all, we aren't all that quiet and we are going into the storm...least we be careful, we'll have an avalanche in our hands. "

"It's fine." Actually, it wasn't just fine, but Lizzie was willing to let bygones be bygones. Psywater, relieved that 'Squeeks' was off of his trainers head, became annoyed when the Emolga shook his butt at him again. He blew another raspberry at him, louder than before, which earned a reprimanding glare from Lizzie.

"Psywater isn't actually old enough to do that. The 40-day storm thing." She said when the Pokedex entry for Lugia was beeped out loud. "And he won't be old enough for that for a while. Which I'm thankful for, otherwise he would probably cause a storm everytime he left his Pokeball. My name is Lizzie, by the way."

A few breaks later, they came upon a farm just off the side of the path. Do do do doooo.... The cries of hungry pokemon in the morning, but could barely be heard over the noises of the traveling group.

"Sayyyyyy-ayyyy!!!" came a dragged out and excited voice from behind the wooden fence when the group came within earshot. The speaker was dressed in coveralls, with his sleeves rolled up, and black rubber boots covered in filth. Doduo were around him, pecking at bit of what's left of his hair, his clothes, and helping themselves to the contents of a bucket he was holding. The farmer put down his bucket, to which the doduo gleefully surrounded, taking turns bopping their heads into the bucket. Occasionally, they pecked and squawked angrily at each other.

"You goin' up these 'ere parts?" He gestured to the mountains. "You know wha' you fellas need? Some nice doduo travelin' companions to make the travelin' go faster! Doduo are nimble on their feet, run fas' as hell, an' don' eat much!" You stared at the scene behind him, which seemed to say differently.

"Since there's so many o' you, I'll give you a discount! Only 10,000 pokedollas each!" He grinned like it was the best deal ever. When some started to ignore him and move along, he called out, "8,000 pokedollas? 5,000 pokedollas?"

Cael, a small flax haired boy of around 12, started at the wail of the mysterious pokemon, dropping the stalk of winter yellow grass he'd been absently twisting into a rope. His mist colored lucario fixed at the sound. He tried to follow he line of sight, but instead noticed that the group that had gathered at the base of this mountain, that he'd lingered at the periphery of, had started to move.

He dithered at he edge of the clearing as the Ranger turned away. Cloudrunner nuzzled him encouragingly. Cael gave her a panicked look. "No, you ask him!" he hissed, darting a glance toward the supplies and grasping his pokemon's ruff. Sh sighed and stepped forward, child in tow, and took the bag in her jaws.

They followed at the tail end of the group as it moved on.

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Cael stopped in the path and starred at the birds. He'd never seen anything like them! Cloud glared at the flying types and tried to shuffle him away.