First Rumblings

[Not a Noise]

Rhyme takes her chances and thanks the pokemon with a kiss on the head, scrambling away as fast as her legs can take her. She's weary, with the slightest of headaches, but she manages to, after a bit of walking, finally make it in. She slows to a stop, panting, gaze up and looking around for the truck. She definitely feels like she'll need a bit of rest--the attack took a bit out of her....

First things first, however: find Hans and Gretel.  

[Not a Noise]

Its a beautiful town, Dendemille. Rhyme can't help but relax just the slightest bit, making her way past the gate. She's almost sleepy, but she can't rest herself now: She has to find the others...they have to be here somewhere. She doesn't even have a map, but she presumes the Center has another, and makes her way over, also thankful for her things still on her.

The Center's entry is a welcome sight, and she gives a slightly weary smile to the Nurse behind the counter while approaching. (All of them look the same anyway, but it didn't matter)  

[Not a Noise]

"...My kind?" She parroted, attempting to read the context of the awfully cheery nurse. Had she meant it in that she was a hybrid, or someone not from around here...? "I just...need to heal my pokemon and a...place to rest. You haven't...heard of a blue truck passing through here also, have you, ma'am?" Best to be polite--she's not in familiar territory and still smarting from where she hit the ground.  

[Not a Noise]

"...." Rhyme's head tilts the other way; perhaps the other wanted company. It was a quiet town after all; she could understand if the other wanted the company. "At the end...That's fine." She placed the Helioptile on the tray, the other pokeballs that were used with the nurse. It was...definitely a bit hard to believe, but then there was that inkling. What if...this town had a bias towards Hybrids?

She stifled the shiver, pulling her tail around. "Thank you, Nurse Joy. I...I do appreciate your help." A quick catnap while she waited would be okay...definitely would help.  

[Not a Noise]

....It was then that Rhyme figured, waking up to a chirruping Pokemon on her chest, that she had overstayed her welcome. The girl yawned and stretched, straightening up her spot before grabbing her things and placing the bin carefully back where it was supposed to go. With a friendly smile and goodbye--as negativity bred negativity and maybe she was having a bad day--she left and made her way out.

Taking no chances, she immediately bee-lined towards the exit of the town with Helioptile in hand, hoping to catch any sight of the truck and her friends before what was wariness of her got any worse.  

[Not a Noise]

She decided not to mention the treatment by the nurse. Best to be polite...

"Hans! Gretel!" She called out, speeding up to make her way over to them. Stopping short, she teeters a bit but rights herself, the Helioptile climbing onto her head. "Nice...uniforms, guys." She says, glancing them over. "Are we good to go on supplies, then?"  

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Rhyme took a slow breath and smiled at them, accepting the coat. It was warm. She wasn't sure she'd need it but she kept it close. IT was big enough to cuddle in if she wanted, in addition to space for her new company. "Thank you, Gretel...its so kind of you...but it does!" How much it reminded her of it...didn't matter. Would be easy to see. "That makes sense, too. It'd be quicker to move on the--"

"..." she's cut off by the sight of the pokemon; its /massive/. But then again, that's the most effective mode of transport, right?

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Rhyme settles as she calibrates herself, so to speak, to the speed of the pokemon. Steady but rather fast, she cradles the Helioptile in her jacket and shares the mutual sparks from the friction to keep warmer in the coat. Head tilts when Gretel turns back...and Rhyme's ears bely her by pinning down sideways. "It's...different. I've had...more interesting experiences, though. I don't mind them as much, but due to the people I'm with....I always forget that some people think of Hybrids as something abnormal, so its always a bit of a surprise when you get that bit of fear...or anger or ignorance towards you."

She pauses, shrugs her shoulders and then smiles a bit. "But it just gives me a bit of a unique skill for some jobs where we help people, just like I'm helping you and Hans and the company....so in a way its also okay. Its just a...strange feeling sometimes." Memories of being human slip through her fingers and she ducks her head briefly to nuzzle her pokemon in her coat. "I guess beauty is in the eyes of the beholder...final answer." A pause, and she manages to look up, watching the weather around them. "How far down the path are we going from here...?"