i warned you about ledges, bro [open!]

[lex]

Uh, so in hindsight this had probably been a bad idea.

Well, it had sounded promising and not like something that would land him with his face here, in the mud, when he'd first decided on it, advice taken right out of Pokefans Magazine's' acclaimed guide: always be ahead of your cohort from the start, go on first while the others are still fussing over groupings and gear and details and actually get into the wild, get catching! What are you waiting for kid, get out there, Pokemon were everything in this field and you need to catch them since there were only a limited number of them in the wild.

But instead there were an infinite number of ledges out here, apparently.

Not just hills. There were those too but he'd known that and even made sure to tighten the gears on the wheelchair, he knew how to handle the wheels on hills and all, but these were a lot steeper than he'd expected and uh, you couldn't tell that from a distance and of course he'd already gone and tripped one.

"Tchuki...pri!"

Tavros's face popped up, mud-caked nose and all, unable to help but smile when he saw his first Pokemon tottering right ahead of him, eyes wide with the most ultimate mirth despite his predicament.

The sheer cheer of it even made him wiggle his hips against the grass again, try to force some movement into his legs and move them a bit. Even if that was impossible. And stupid.

He supposed this whole thing was sorta stupid like that.

"Uh, yeah I'm sorry Tinkerpi, I, uh didn't expect to stumble into this problem this early, I'm usually more competent than this, I think, I probably should have better conducted my research though-"
"Priiiii!"

A dull, cringe-inducing clang rocked the clearing, sending Tinkerpi squealing and scrambling off, tiny little peg-feet carrying him into the shadow of the forest where Tavros couldn't see the little guy anymore, not from his present altitude and position.

Oh well, at least he knew where his chair was now, he supposed. Finally stopped rolling. By crashing into a tree.

Some fifty feet away. And ten feet below, if he took the slope of this place into account.

If this had been a little later down the track and Tinkerpi had evolved or something, he was sure he'd be able to get the little guy to fly the chair back up to him, but of course he'd landed here on the first day of the biggest career move of his life.

With only one option ahead of him.

It was with a returning sinking feeling in his stomach (something like his guts falling down another ledge, actually...), that he rummaged into the pocket of his now-dirtied trousers and pulled out that PDA and got typing up a memo with grazed fingers.

[/color] [AT] opened memo
AT: uHHH, hEY GUYS IS ANYBODY GETTING THIS,
AT: i, uH, kINDA DID A STUPID THING AND RAN OFF ON MY OWN INTO ROUTE 1,
AT: i GUESS THE PROPER TERM WOULD BE ROLLED OFF, aND i GUESS THAT IS SORT OF THE PROBLEM,
AT: tHERE ARE ALL THESE LEDGES HERE, aND i FELL DOWN ONE,
AT: aND MY CHAIR FELL DOWN EVEN MORE,
AT: tHAT IS TO SAY i'M STUCK,
AT: oN THE FLOOR,
AT: i CAN PROBABLY CRAWL UP EVENTUALLY BUT, uH, i WOULD RATHER NOT,
AT: i GUESS i WOULD APPRECIATE SOME HELP,
AT: iF ANY OF YOU ARE GETTING THIS,
AT: tHAT'S ALL,[/b][/size][/font][/color][/ul]

He grumbled into the ground. He'd been just so excited about this whole thing too. [/font][/blockquote][/size]

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee: Know exactly where you are going

Fat chance. Gamzee had absolutely no idea where he was going when he left Pallet town and that had not changed one bit in the past sixteen minutes. Then again, it was kind of a given that he would get lost, which was why his original plan was to stick with his team and maybe try to be useful. Unfortunately he didn’t see Sollux around, had lost Aradia and had never found Tavros in the first place, which kind of sucked. He’d been looking forward to spitting sick fires with his wheelchair-bound bro. This was all a bit of a blame-shift anyway, really. The real reason he was as lost as he was just happened to kind of maybe sort of involve the fact that he’d wandered off a bit when Buddy Rich had suddenly decided to fly into the nether also known as tall grass. Gamzee had dashed after the little shuppet and hadn’t found him yet, either. This was quite the predicament.

At present, he’d been guided around by the occasional noise from the mischievous ghost type, who hadn’t been moving in any pattern Gamzee could see. Maybe if he’d looked down he would have noticed the four-wheel-device tracks in the dirt. But Gamzee was not observant of such things and did not, in fact, look down, and thus did not happen to notice these tracks. Instead, he just kept following the shups with increasing amounts of ferver and a tiny hint of irritation. This was so stupid. Incidentally, his PDA just so happened to be off. Probably dead, he couldn’t be trusted to charge it if he could even be trusted to carry it in the first place. Thus he wasn’t receiving word of any memo, and what would happen shortly was a combination of pure bullshit luck mixed in with the beautiful, beautiful fact that his pokemon was more competent in getting shit done than he ever could be. Following the scent of misfortune Buddy Rich had just so happened upon a certain fallen comrade, as signaled by his flitting out of the trees, almost running down a certain togepi and then proceeding to zoom around in a rapid circle that’d probably make the average onlooker horribly dizzy and possibly sick. Too bad there weren’t more people around.

Gamzee soon followed the puppet pokemon out of the trees, looking somewhat disheveled and nothing if not triumphant because this was the closest he’d come to catching Buddy Rich since he’d flown off. He darted forward relatively fast even by highblood standards and grabbed the pokemon, making a honk of joy as he… oh… As he proceeded to trip over something and receive a facefull of mud for his trouble. Well, maybe that was more of a pained honk rather than joy, in that case, provided that honks could even hold emotion to anyone whose blood didn’t run indigo. Gamzee was used to falling, though, and was back up and grinning behind mud-smeared makeup and a trickle of purple from a split lip, turning to see what it was that’d tripped him up with a squirming shuppet somehow not squished in his arms.

“Tav! Hey, man, whatcha doing all down there on the ground?”

Mirthful messiahs, that was a stupid question.

Gamzee: Be helpful

What? Helpful with wha- OH! It suddenly dawned on Gamzee that Tavros was, in fact, paralyzed and probably wasn’t on the ground by choice, seeing as his wheelchair wasn’t present and he didn’t look particularly happy. Well, he supposed he could correct this situation. Gamzee looked at Tavros, then back the way he’d come, spotting the chair where it’d apparently crashed into a tree nearby. You could almost see the gears turning in his head as he made his way over to the chair, picked it up, and then walked back over to where he’d been, where he set the chair down. He then grabbed up his friend under his armpits and righted him in his chair, followed by a honk (just a honk, no real purpose) and another, wider grin. He really seemed like he ought to have been saying something, but nothing in particular came to mind, so he just kind of stared at nothing in particular while Buddy Rich (having been released when Gamzee’d picked up the chair) squeaked angrily and flew over (inches from the poor brownblood’s face) to glare at the thing getting more attention from his master than he.

((apologies for kind of picking tav up without permission, in a hurry here.))