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[ Another Goldenrod night, another session of music and reading and some light training out the back of Nanao's place before the night air's chill got to him.
They were growing strength to strength, even without any real goal: Minato could battle casually, but had really let the idea of hitting up the Gyms and exacting his glorious victory on Falkner go to the wayside. Why bother with that, when you had a comfy room and lots of friends?
Still...the idea niggled at him, and Grey wouldn't just spar with Chernobog forever. A travelling partner was the first thought, and his mind immediately went to Yumi- it had been awhile. What was she up to these days? A few taps later, he had his 'gear ringing her number.
And ringing. And ringing. Minato let two dozen of them go before setting it down, the telltale No Connection settling a cold weight in his gut.
...well. There it was. The boy takes a second, composing himself with a deep breath, before flicking the video feed on. When he speaks, it's calmly, but those observant types can see his mouth set in a harder line than usual-- a tiny bit of pain glimmering behind his deep grey eyes.
Why should it be any different in this world? Everyone left eventually-- that was how Johto was.
He sighed. Ken had the right idea. ]
Travelling tomorrow-- back to Violet. [ A pause, and he glanced off to the side, lingering on something out of frame. ] Dunno from there.
[ He stares at the video feed for awhile, as if he's about to say something, before cutting it off abruptly. He'd have to give notice at his job, gather his savings, pack up...all things he could manage.
For now, it was just time to clear his head. Anyone out just past midnight might bump into Minato wandering the streets of Goldenrod, not going in any particular direction. The nightlife always stayed consistent: it was just the people that changed. ]
They were growing strength to strength, even without any real goal: Minato could battle casually, but had really let the idea of hitting up the Gyms and exacting his glorious victory on Falkner go to the wayside. Why bother with that, when you had a comfy room and lots of friends?
Still...the idea niggled at him, and Grey wouldn't just spar with Chernobog forever. A travelling partner was the first thought, and his mind immediately went to Yumi- it had been awhile. What was she up to these days? A few taps later, he had his 'gear ringing her number.
And ringing. And ringing. Minato let two dozen of them go before setting it down, the telltale No Connection settling a cold weight in his gut.
...well. There it was. The boy takes a second, composing himself with a deep breath, before flicking the video feed on. When he speaks, it's calmly, but those observant types can see his mouth set in a harder line than usual-- a tiny bit of pain glimmering behind his deep grey eyes.
Why should it be any different in this world? Everyone left eventually-- that was how Johto was.
He sighed. Ken had the right idea. ]
Travelling tomorrow-- back to Violet. [ A pause, and he glanced off to the side, lingering on something out of frame. ] Dunno from there.
[ He stares at the video feed for awhile, as if he's about to say something, before cutting it off abruptly. He'd have to give notice at his job, gather his savings, pack up...all things he could manage.
For now, it was just time to clear his head. Anyone out just past midnight might bump into Minato wandering the streets of Goldenrod, not going in any particular direction. The nightlife always stayed consistent: it was just the people that changed. ]