[It hurts to hear, even though he knows it to be true. Ardbert had always had nothing but good intentions and yet. He's tired. He grumbles, taking another drink with an agreeing nod.
For a minute he lets it fall to silence. He's done quite a bit of talking. It sort of helped. At least it went way better than talking to Elidibus or Emet-Selch. Besides the cracking of the fire, the sounds of clanking metal can still be heard. It seems closer than when Estinien first came across Ardbert's camp. Some yowls can be heard as well. Neither Ardbert nor his Corvisquire or Fennekin seem bothered still. He sighs, reaching for the half eaten burrito again.]
Because you do not wish to, or because you cannot?
[Travel between their worlds can't be as easy as all that, if the Scions laying unconscious is any indication. He wouldn't be surprised if it's 'cannot'. Though it's not like he understands all that in the first place.
Estinien's Dragonair slides behind him, and he leans back against her side as she curls up.]
[He had meant going back to Emet's place, but it clicks what Estinien thought he was meaning. It's what he gets for the unclear topic change. Hastily he adds:]
Ah, Emet-Selch's place I mean. I can't return to the Source even if I wanted. I'm no more than a shade back on the First.
[Honestly Ardbert wouldn't call himself the best at conversation either. Better than Estinien maybe, but not immune to miscommunications. He takes the last big bite of his burrito and is in the process of washing it down when he's surprised yet again by something the other says.]
We...?
[He hadn't expected company. Both this morning and for the trip ahead. It was his own issues he had with Elidibus that drove him from Emet's home. After all he didn't blame Emet for wanting one of his own to stay with him and he wasn't going to ask anyone else to follow based on his own personal reasons.
Traveling with Estinien though was pleasant. He enjoyed the time they had in Sinnoh. He chuckles, smiling to himself.]
Yours is a welcome presence, friend. Though I know not where I will go. Hmm. I had made it to Violet City before our trip. I had plans to continue south, but was interrupted.
[Not that he couldn't be convinced to travel elsewhere. Nothing was concrete.]
[He pulls out his Gear and pulls up the map, examining places he's already been--he's been to Violet and Azalea both, but he honestly doesn't much care.]
[You clearly don't know the definition of idle! He gets it though. While he may have briefly given in to his own thoughts, nothing beats traveling for him.]
Hmm. I don't see why we can't do both.
[Alright now you have him digging out his own pokegear, stuffed in the bottom of his bag as it usually is.]
Azalea, eh? We could hit the gym there and then take the warp up to Violet. Continue on the road north past there?
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[Some things are too serious, indeed. Estinien sighs, burying his free hand in the cold fluff on top of Iceheart's head.]
Seems that protecting our world is all any of us are trying to do.
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For a minute he lets it fall to silence. He's done quite a bit of talking. It sort of helped. At least it went way better than talking to Elidibus or Emet-Selch. Besides the cracking of the fire, the sounds of clanking metal can still be heard. It seems closer than when Estinien first came across Ardbert's camp. Some yowls can be heard as well. Neither Ardbert nor his Corvisquire or Fennekin seem bothered still. He sighs, reaching for the half eaten burrito again.]
Least you wonder, I have no plans on returning.
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[Travel between their worlds can't be as easy as all that, if the Scions laying unconscious is any indication. He wouldn't be surprised if it's 'cannot'. Though it's not like he understands all that in the first place.
Estinien's Dragonair slides behind him, and he leans back against her side as she curls up.]
*Lest (shh I can spell)
[He had meant going back to Emet's place, but it clicks what Estinien thought he was meaning. It's what he gets for the unclear topic change. Hastily he adds:]
Ah, Emet-Selch's place I mean. I can't return to the Source even if I wanted. I'm no more than a shade back on the First.
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[He's not the best at conversation, picking up those changes. It's one reason he just...avoids talking to people sometimes.
Speaking of avoiding, that does sound like a topic he'd rather not touch, so just...taking that answer without elaboration.]
Hm. Where shall we go, then?
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We...?
[He hadn't expected company. Both this morning and for the trip ahead. It was his own issues he had with Elidibus that drove him from Emet's home. After all he didn't blame Emet for wanting one of his own to stay with him and he wasn't going to ask anyone else to follow based on his own personal reasons.
Traveling with Estinien though was pleasant. He enjoyed the time they had in Sinnoh. He chuckles, smiling to himself.]
Yours is a welcome presence, friend. Though I know not where I will go. Hmm. I had made it to Violet City before our trip. I had plans to continue south, but was interrupted.
[Not that he couldn't be convinced to travel elsewhere. Nothing was concrete.]
How about you? Anywhere you want to go?
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I have been idle here long enough.
[He pulls out his Gear and pulls up the map, examining places he's already been--he's been to Violet and Azalea both, but he honestly doesn't much care.]
Have you challenged the gym leaders there?
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[Says the man who spent the last two weeks drinking and brooding.]
I have not. I visited the gym when I was in Violet, but I think you may recall I was having some... issues with my Pokemon at the time.
[His meowth was a terror. Still is a terror. He didn't have faith in challenging the gym at that time.]
Have you?
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Aye. Though mayhap I could test their strength against the elite teams.
[See if they truly live up to the name.]
Though we could continue on past Goldenrod as well.
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Hmm. I don't see why we can't do both.
[Alright now you have him digging out his own pokegear, stuffed in the bottom of his bag as it usually is.]
Azalea, eh? We could hit the gym there and then take the warp up to Violet. Continue on the road north past there?
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[He's looking over the map, and thinks for a moment--the plan seems fine to him, though 'plan' is perhaps a bit optimistic of a description.]
Mm. Through the forest, then. I have traveled that road, tis long, but not difficult.