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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 6:58 pm
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After a few days of traveling through the woods, Yuri and Luke had finally reached their first stop, Sandalwood City. The only other city that Yuri had actually visited in Kodo outside of Camphoreon. So he at least knew how to get here. It would become more adventurous once they'd left this place, however. Fortunately though, he had thought to acquire a map of the island country before setting out.
With a bag slung over his shoulder and his other hand holding his sword, Yuri walked the vaguely familiar walkways of the city in the treetops. Repede trotted along at his side, pipe hanging from his mouth. The Growlithe also having been fitted with a leather harness that had been made especially for him by a friend. It had some pockets for storage so that the Pokemon could do his own share in carrying the weight of supplies. As well as a sleeve that held a dagger on his shoulder. Just in case.
As they walked an incline, Yuri eventually came to stop at a ledge that overlooked a good portion of the city. It was a great view, and really... the city itself was breathtaking. After taking a moment to admire the sight, he then turned to look behind him where he expected Luke to be.
"Hey, how you holdin' up?"
It had been quite a hike, and they'd roughed it outdoors in the woods for several days now. Even Yuri was looking forward to actually sleeping in a bed tonight.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 7:27 pm
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Jerome knew cities. he knew cities very well, he knew buildings even better. buildings made of stone, and brick and concrete. His own City, he knew how to get through the obstetrical with his eyes closed, it was WHAT he knew.
Trees however... presented a bit more of a challenge. One that he had become a bit more aware of after the last mission, that took place partly in a forest. He wasn't entirely familiar with his skills on trees. So, he decided to step out of his comfort zone, and try learning at a city that knew trees better then anyone.
"MotherFUC-" Whatever peace the boys might have been in would she shattered very suddenly as there came the sound of something heavy hitting the platform behind them.
Jerome has tried to to into a tumble to catch himself, but through the nature of his fall he had not been able to in time, ending up hitting the ground, and rolling into one of the sides. A stream of swearing escaped the dark man, heavily tattooed body, shiftless with the wife beater tied around a belt look on his pants, one half oh his head draped with long dreadlocks. Unaware of anyone else around, the man started to pick himself up, one leg stiff, as a voice chuckled from up in the trees.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 7:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 7:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 7:59 pm
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Jerome looked around sharply when he heard other voices, looking surprised to see anyone. Two men, though one of them certainly had the pretty boy look going, the other was younger it seemed, though looked like he had seen better days. Reaching out to take Yuri's hand, accepting his held as he pushed to his feet, his leg still stiff as he leaned over to rub at it. "Nah" Jerome told the taller man. "Takin' spills s'part of runnin'"
He shrugged off, leaning back against the side of the platform, He was probably not as into shape as he had hoped he was, it had been a while since he was able to do Parkour like this, and he could definitely feel some of the restraints in his muscle. Though the wounds he had gotten had haled, and the scarring wasn't nearly as bad as it would have been. Had it not been for Rocket medical technology he might not be running at all.
Tilting his head up from his low posture to look at the man and boy who where here. "S'the sword for?" He asked eying it, admitting that he didn't see people just walking around with swords. "N'fancy threads."
From the treetops, Rapede would not see anything, though the snickering did die down eventually.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 8:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 8:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 10:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 12:10 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:16 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 4:50 pm
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Jerome stared at Yuri for a couple of seconds after he had explained what the word mean. "Huh." He grunted in something that resembled surprise. "Always jus' called us runners." He didn't really ever consider that there might actually be a proper word for that, then again that was probably due to the fact that he hadn't ever given two shits about it either. Who knows if he will ever remember the word, but it was something to consider looking into using if he did.
The tattooed man had spent a good part of their initial meeting stretching out his leg, and by the time Luke had told him where they were From, Jerome gave the boy a confused frown, reaching his arms back to push himself up off of the side of the platform, back up onto his feet where he shook out his leg, putting weight back onto it. "Grand Ile." He repeated "Ain't hear a that place." He admitted with a continued frown. "Ain't on Kodo, is it?"
At Yuri's comment and question, the ex-gangster glanced over at him, with a very mild grin barely crossed his lips at the comment about his Tattoos. "Jus' down n' Camphoreon." He replied, with a hand gesturing off in the direction of the city.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 5:12 pm
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