Beau and Larry - The Tale Of A Tangled Web

[Reno Vantas]

Hopping off the Mamoswine and giving a small wave to the man, Beau turned to Larry. "Alright. Here we go. Time to see how the world greets us. Should be fun." He quipped, a smile on his face as he looked to the Pinsir hybrid. All they needed to do now was get themselves set up. Easy enough.  

[Reno Vantas]

Beau would glance back over his shoulder, seemingly less tired than Larry from their chase. He had just been lucky with a few hills and glided his way along to conserve himself. Collapsing on his back next to the tree, Beau could only groan for a moment. Eventually, he composed himself enough to say, "Better be. Its been like fifteen kilometers." Huffing and puffing as he attempted to return to his feet, the Vivillon hybrid looked over at his companion. He had ended up taking the brunt of any offense against them, and it showed. Beau felt a little self-conscious. He didn't mean to make him have to do that, but he was the showman and Larry was his bouncer. "I swear, if the next one of these hillbillies we meet tries to kill us again, I'm gonna explode them."  

[Reno Vantas]

Beau would dig into his pack for a moment before feeling a sudden emptiness to the satchel. Lifting it up to look into the pack, Larry would soon find Beau staring at him through the bottom of the bag. "Damn rednecks must have caught the underside of my bag. I now own approximately nothing except my lighter." Beau groaned out, throwing the pack back towards Dendemille in frustration. Looking down the path they had been running down, Beau hoped he might find someone a little more open minded. Or someone to rob, he wasn't picky about how they would get this done.  

[Reno Vantas]

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"Figures." Larrimore grumbled as they made their way down the path. "So we have no food, no map, and no gear at all and we don't even know where we are in a hostile land. Great, just great." He continued to complain, their trials and tribulations finally starting to get to him. "Hey, what's that up ahead? You got better eyes than me, make yourself useful for once." Larrimore snapped at Beauregard as he pointed to what to him just looked like a bunch of gray stones but Beauregard would know better, it looked like the remains of a building, the Lost Hotel.

Beau could only roll his eyes as Larry began to grumble at him, stretching out his arms and wings before leaping a few feet into the air to look into the distance. What he saw did not inspire confidence within him, considering it looked like it might be in even worse shape than they were. Somehow. "Now then, start walking. Its a place to hole up. Or do I need to be the brawn and the brains around here?" Beau snidely told his friend, slowly beginning their march towards the Lost Hotel.  

[Reno Vantas]

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"You wish you were either one." Larrimore replied as he followed after Beauregard.

As they arrived at the decrepit building Larrimore couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. "It will do in a pinch, not the best place however." He admitted as he began to walk through the ruins of the hotel. "The roof remains in places but won't really keep the weather and elements out. Maybe there is an underground floor, look for an entrance. Would be better than sleeping out in the semi-open." The Pinsir hybrid said as he began to dig around in the rubble.

Beau would forgo the examination of the rubble, instead simply choosing to walk deeper into the decrepit old building. He doubted that whatever was in the front would prove to be anything interesting for a place to hide. The rear of the foundation didn't show anything more interesting than the front, although there seemed to be a simple piece of railing that just...disappeared into the ground. "Larry. I got a winner for a basement. Although there is a literal slab of stone on it. Come help." Beau whined to the front office, desperately hoping to get his friend and not need to blow this up too.  

[Reno Vantas]

Beau would look at Larry with a critical eye as the Chesnaught came out, staring down his fellow hybrid. "Why didn't we use that on the mob when they were chasing us down? He could have at least given us some cover." The Vivillon hybrid said, slowly walking into the basement of this eerie hotel. Guess it was time to see what matter of horror they ahd arrived to. Maybe they'd be lucky and it would just be a crazy old lady rather than full on haunted hotel.  

[Reno Vantas]

Beau would loudly sigh at the pyromaniac jab from Larry, leveling a flat gaze at his friend before responding. "It's amazing how much you talk down on my like and ability to ignite things when it seems like our main solution to getting out of trouble and stopping things. Those scumbags raiding La Ruche, distracting the commune when we wanted to eat some extra food after training a few nights, that time you really wanted to impress you-know-who." Beau shot back, carefully gathering a few of the pieces of broken furniture and trash as he qas doing so. The stuff was half invisible but he could at least hear where some of it was from Larry moving it around. Eventually, he would come up with a couple of different pieces of wood that all had some more papery trash wrapped around one end. "I don't know how long these will last since its burning the actual stick and not some fuel it was soaked in but I made extras to compensate." Throwing the rest of the torches he made over to Larry to put in the bag, Beau stated, "Now close your eyes. There is about to be a bright flash."

Grabbing out the small lighter he managed to liberate while in Anistar City for his close up fireworks, he would spark up the device before flexing his wrist. And then the darkened space would soon be lit up with a very loud pop as the Powder ignited and the paper caught fire, leaving a working torch and mildly blinded Beau in its wake. "Okay. Larry. You're in charge of leading. I still got those 'you have vaguely seared your retinas' stars dancing in my vision. Knew we should've grabbed sunglasses when we saw them at that stand on our way out of Dendemille."  

[Reno Vantas]

Beau had been taking stock of materials in the hotel himself, attempting to locate anything that might prove more suitable for torch material than paper that was liable to immolate itself much more quickly than the time they would need light for. By around torch 3, Beau would have a few scraps of cloth from what he guessed were either bedsheets or drapes to try and create a longer lasting torch whenever they actually managed to find a room they could take time to setup in. Which thankfully came up rather quickly as one of the doors finally yielded results. And also yielded an old oil lantern without a wick, so it looked like the next torches would at least be able to last longer since the fuel would burn first if he did it right. But a different thought struck Beau as he stared at the missing wick. If the thread worked like he hoped it would, he might be able to just simply replace the wick rather than attempt to fashion an oil-coated torch. Setting everything down and grabbing at the top of his wrist, Beau would mutter, "I am both grateful and hate you for making keep this a thing I can do, Charlotte." And with that, the Bug hybrid would yank out a strand of String Shot with a yelp. Shaking his wrist more out of personal discomfort than any actual inflicted pain, Beau would soon set a wrapped cluster of the threads into where the wick would have gone and left them to soak up the oil for the time being.

Looking over to Larry on the bed, Beau decided to finally broach the subject of their journey. "I know we said we were doing this to stick it to the Royal Guard and the rest of them out here in Kalos, but do you have an actual plan?" Beau questioned, "I'm all for a good amount of explosions and open defiance but its just the two of us and I can only put out so much powder before we'd be running for our lives with very little to cover our escape."