Tya Pascol
Inside a house in Rustboro
ARPers: N/A

Realising there was likely nobody around after pressing on the door and allowing it to creak open, the girl crept inside. She threw a glance over her shoulder and held the door open for her pokemon, who cautiously crept through. His blue and yellow fur bristled as he inspected the first room, which was rather open and shrouded in the darkness caused by dirtied windows with layerings of cobwebs. What little light made it into the stale home was mingled with dust and seemed somehow unclean. Thankfully, Tya did not have to be picky about unclean light.

Removing her backpack over her shoulder, she unzipped the main compartment and fished out a circular contraption with a rubber handle. She held the contraption in her left hand as her right worked the bag onto her back again, and ensured the door was closed before turning to her electric pokemon. She needed not to say anything before the manectric grunted softly and loosed a bolt of lightning onto the contraption, the immediate light illuminating the area and powering the small generator in the girl's hand. Sparks hopped about and threatened to sting her skin, only to retreat at the touch of the rubber handle.

The room's contents were much more distinguishable and warranted an immediate inspection. Ordering her partner to creep into a hallway to the right and informing him that she would follow shortly after she fleshed out a room to her immediate left, she wandered into her targeted location and lifted the contraption. It spun wildly and caused quite a ruckus when it was on, but the light it generated from the constant flow of electricity was perfect for enabling her to see. She briefly wondered if it would perhaps attract some unwanted and curious people roaming about the city, as she knew it was populated, but hoped that she was wrong.

The room she had crept into was presumably the master bedroom of the house. Half the ceiling had collapsed in onto the large bed at the back of the room, a bathtub which had been on the top storey propped up by the fallen planks of wood which were still half arranged in a floor-like manner. The drawers of a dressing table along the right wall had been violently ripped out and rummaged through, and it was then that Tya knew that there was probably nothing for her in that house. It had likely been ransacked years ago, and no valuables would have been left behind.

Scowling, she turned to exit the room and thought again of her goal to seek out any form of communication. She knew that the government had collapsed, but there was bound to be someone still at the head of the region, and contacting them would put her in a powerful position, especially if she offered to work for them. She doubted that her fantasy was even close to accurate, but it was all she had to go off.

"Mack," she grunted softly, but audibly enough for her pokemon to hear, "anything useful over there?"

"No," came the curt response, but she could tell that he was still searching.

She came into view of the manectric, who was sniffing around the base of a wardrobe in another room. He eyed her from in front without particular emotion. "Well...if we can't find anything here, we should stay here for a bit to rest."

The pokemon lifted his nose and remained still before glancing coolly back to her and nodding once.

~SF.