**Route 28**<br/>Taking the cap off of the offered water bottle, Samuel swigged a quick drink before answering. It was good to have that cold, soothing liquid running down his throat. He hadn't had any in awhile, and it was taking its toll.<br/><br/>"Ah, I know a great deal about Kanto." Samuel said with certainty. "I've lived here much of my life. A wonderful place really, with blossoming opportunities. But..." He hesitated. "It would do you well to steer well clear of Mt. Silver and its range. And I would recommend keeping watch for anything unusual." He paused. "It's been a long time since, but you may have heard something about odd events happening off the shore of Cinnabar Island. Occasionally things will happen across Kanto that nobody can explain. Jhoto too occasionally, but it seems as if Kanto is strangely more strongly affected. If your instincts tell you that something is wrong, even if you don't know what it is, you should probably listen."<br/><br/>He hoped that wasn't too much information. He didn't want to make anybody so curious that they had to investigate, but he did feel the need to share.<br/><br/>Figuring he'd said enough without divulging some of his own personal fears and experiences, he backtracked a bit with rather great interest.<br/><br/>"You said that you were looking for clients." He recalled aloud. "You wouldn't by any chance be Alphonse Logare?" Samuel had heard of the man, if only because Samuel truly spent a great deal of time learning about the events of the world and the people who made it go around. It was all a part of his own interests and missions, and he'd gotten into the habit from the time he was young, investigating anything that he thought might do him some good in the future.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>**Route 2**<br/>Shocked, albeit somewhat pleased that the path to Viridian was quiet, Kavarr couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sheer lack of activity of any sort whatsoever. He'd expected to see at least one trainer passing by, but when nobody appeared, he thought better of going any farther. If he could avoid the city, he wanted to. Perhaps if even only for a little while.<br/><br/>So, when certain nobody was coming, Kavarr slipped into the tall grass. It came up around his knees, but he knew that he could hide in it if he crouched down low and kept watch on the path. Then, when somebody came by, he could ambush them, or else make his pet do it. Settling in, he gained yet another epiphany. Perhaps he could lure a human trainer close if he forced Sarianna, wounded as she was, to sit in the middle of the road and appeal to people's sympathy.<br/><br/>Roughly, he reached out a clawed hand to shove the girl out into the open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>**S.S. Aqua**<br/><br/>((Hope you don't mind if I play NPCs to help you out. If you'd rather write by yourself until your character gets to Kanto, just let me know.))<br/><br/>The ship's relaxing atmosphere certainly gave credence to the fact that it was a cruise liner, and reasonably luxurious at that. The cabins were small, but well furnished, and everyone got their own dinner passes to the dining hall. Beyond the rooms, the ship was even more comfortable, with a warm atmosphere accented in gold and blue. People on vacation wandered the halls and crept out onto the decks to view the ocean from the rails.<br/><br/>White water rushed in long tails behind the fast ship, sea spray billowing up into the faces of passengers too eager to lean far forward. The salty air worked up the appetites of people who enjoyed seafood, but many of the riders forgot what they were doing when they caught sight of Renna. They crowded around her, crying out their questions and holing countless notebooks in her direction, longing to get her signature so that they could remember this trip forever.<br/><br/>"What brings you here!" Some of them asked over one another.<br/><br/>"Have you ever been to Kanto before?"<br/><br/>"I bet you know the best scenes! Tell us where we can go to have a good time when we get there!"<br/><br/>"Are you going there to be in a movie!?"<br/><br/>"Where will they be filming?!"<br/><br/>"Will you marry me?!!!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>**Palette Town**<br/><br/>While not particularly upset about anything, the strongest emotion emanating from the pokemon professor was confusion. Thoughts passing through her mind went in circles, trying to analyze what Samuel might have meant. The feather? What feather? She couldn't remember hearing anything about a feather at all. Not to mention that she wasn't even sure what medallion Samuel was talking about. fiddling with her jewelry some more, she glanced down and found herself assuming he must have meant the Master Medallion.<br/><br/>"Maybe he wants me to take this to the Pewter City Museum....." She murmured her thoughts aloud, remembering when she had been awarded the object for the very first time.<br/><br/>It was after her first journey through the Kanto League. She'd beaten the Elite Four and the champion, and Samuel had come to congratulate her. What struck her as odd at the time had been that he was eager to ferry her away from all the fanfare and take her to--of all places--Pewter City. At the time it had struck her as startlingly unusual a place to go for a victory celebration, and when they arrived at the museum her thoughts had run wild, wondering if somehow she was going to be immortalized in history for what she'd done.<br/><br/>It was absurd of course.<br/><br/>Trainers--albeit only the best--beat the Elite Four now and then, and none of them had ever had any sort of monument erected to them in the museum. She'd fantasized about it because she was young, and at the time, the idea of fame had gone to her head, but she was set straight when instead of receiving some sort of commemorative statue, Samuel took her to the upper levels and showed her a medallion on a chain, sitting behind a thick pane of glass.<br/><br/>It was surprisingly well-guarded, for something so small, and at the time she didn't even really know why. She just remembered looking at the inscribed plaque underneath the thing, telling of its origins in a way so vague that she couldn't even figure why on earth Samuel might have thought it important for her to see such a thing.<br/><br/><em>The Master Medallion</em>The inscription read, plainly.<br/><br/><em>Pendant and chain formed from the sword of an ancient hero, it is said that this pendant has the power to tame the wildest of beasts. Donated by: "Ace"</em><br/><br/>Charity remembered finishing reading the inscription, when someone came and popped the case open. The museum curator had motioned for Samuel to take it, but Samuel took a step farther back, almost as if intimidated by the object on its pedestal.<br/><br/>"It's yours now." He had said to Charity. "Take it."<br/><br/>Taking museum property had confused her, but when the curator agreed and insisted, she took it. She had had the medallion almost ever since, parting with it only on the occasion that she'd been forced to abandon this world and return to her own.<br/><br/>She still didn't understand what was so special about the thing. It never did anything for her except look prominent hanging around her neck. But she had been told, time and time again, never to let anyone touch it. Never to leave it alone, and to always keep it with her. She slid the chain off so that she could admire the pendant in the palm of her hand.<br/><br/>It was silvery, with a circle of stones--one for every element. And in the center was a dark stone, with such black radiance that it seemed to have a purple sort of glow whenever she looked at it in the dark.