Clover
neither simple, nor coherent.
(( OKAY SCREW THIS I'M GOING TO DITCH MY ORIGINAL PLAN (what was my original plan anyway) AND MAKE STUFF UP MORE >D ))
"Bigglyfuff," it says definitively. It's probably called something very intelligent and dignified, but its Igglybuff/Space Clefairy pidgin's thick enough that the charmander seems to have no idea what it just said, much less you, whether or not you'd understand it normally.
You might as well find something to call it.
Inside the building, it is ... dark and uninteresting. Or well there's a general sense of what you are looking for is not here and it's still super-foggy. The igglybuff seems remarkably unbothered; perhaps normal-types are very good at ignoring the supernatural? The charmander's staying very close to you, anyway.
Something smells funny, sort of like -- gas? The igglybuff says something, though, and it dissipates. Now what?
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* Its actual name would translate to Igglybuff that's Really Bad at Cooking and Likes to Try Anyway, or simply Depressingly Useless Baby, but there's no way to tell and that's not exactly a great thing to be called. Space clefairy tend to have different names depending on current station; this igglybuff wasn't exactly high on the pecking order. It is very sad.
You should rename it.
She frowns and scruffles the plushy pokémon's hair tuft. 'Bigglyfuff' isn't the greatest name, and... and the clefairy mentioned that he'd be joining for the experience of being a captured pokémon, and with that comes a trainer's nickname. So. She lets her mind wander and make connections to come up with his name, as she does with every new addition: the word for igglybuff was 'pupurin' in Japanese... hm, 'Rin'! And jigglypuff were known for liking singing... though this was a rarer male, so...
"Len, then. You can be Len!" She smiles and idly traces the spiral on Len's forehead, but her smile is quickly lost when she looks around. No pokémon that she can see, just spirits and ethereal could-bes in the mist, barely troublesome.
(It's not that she's afraid of the dark, or of things that go bump in the night. Just the unknown. For all her wanderlust and love of adventure, she never wants to think she doesn't have control over the situation. She didn't know what to expect in the craft, and she doesn't know what to expect outside, but you expect ghosts and such in haunted houses. That's what 'haunted house' means, after all.)
(Anyway.)
Anyway. Irritated at the ~nothing~ that has presented itself to her, and figuring she wouldn't be able to sleep soundly in this place at any rate, she gives a soft kick to the nearest wall with the top of her shoe (letting out an 'eep' and jumping back when the rotten plaster crumbles in at the touch) and instructs Charmer to follow her out the door she came through not moments ago, thoughts inexplicably filled with train tracks and scarlet-colored fish.
Taking a glance at the sky, she rubs her arms in the chilled, damp air. Her outfit of jeans and a t-shirt (her current one depicts some sort of colorful trophy on the front and '2004 Kanto Princess Festival' in small type on the back) fits most of the climate in the region; it gets cooler or warmer in some areas, but she didn't think to bring a jacket out this time. It's tolerable, in any case. And the light... still bright enough to read by, though barely in this fog, and she might only have an hour, hour and a half of it left.
"Best get going, then," she says aloud to Len and Charmer (who appears to be doing better now that they're back outside). Of course, her visibility probably couldn't get a lot worse after the sun goes down... She can't see any landmarks or tall trees to aim towards, so...
"Nowhere to go but straight, I guess. Let's just keep moving until we can find our bearings." She makes a face at the fog and follows the wisp of flame from Charmer. Brave guy, really; he'll be the first to run into anything like the aforementioned poison nests or ledges. But then, she can always recall or use healing items on him if it gets too bad. She makes a silent wish to no one in particular that she won't run into trouble, and steps unsteadily toward the flickering incandescence.
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