>>12182965The tie was randomized."Archeops is busy, it's best if I just let him do his work and get back to my search.."
Gulping down the rest of your milk, you hop off the bar stool and begin searching through the crowds for anyone who might have a lead.
And within seconds, you see someone.
A Marowak.
As soon as you make contact with this Marowak, your heart flutters to seemingly impossible heights. After all this time, all this searching, all this time living on your own. Have you finally found her?
The Marowak in question is standing near an inflatable dummy resembling a Kangaskhan. Without remorse, the inflatable punching bag begins to get whacked repeatedly by the Marowak's bone.
Hope brims deep inside of you. Without hesitation, you run as fast as you acn through the bar crowd to meet up with someone who might just be your mother.
As soon as you catch up to the training Marowak, you give a feeble tap, "Excuse me?"
The Marowak turns around mid-hit, revealing an overall stoic expression on his face, an expression that clues you in to a saddening realization. You have been mistaken, as this Marowak is male.
"What? What do you want, kid?"
Your hope dies easily.
"I...I..Nothing. I thought you were somebody else, just a misunderstanding..."
The Marowak shoves his club in your face, "Ah ya? Well beat it then, kid! Can't you see I'm busy?!"
>Respond with. . . A) "Who do you think you are, telling me what to do? I'm not a kid!"
B) "Busy doing what? Hitting a balloon?"
C) "Do you know the quickest way to get to Lavender Town?"
