Frez's Bloggish Thing: This is just filler, you guys.

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The folks on this route aren't too intelligent. This girl in particular is not convinced that I'm a trainer, even though she can clearly see the Army of Death I have tagging along behind me.

Maybe you'll understand when you're rushing that plant toad to the Pokémon Center, huh? How do near-fatal bite injuries sound?

I suddenly get this feeling that nothing important is going to happen for a while. I will have this time to explore, to "roam", if you will.

For instance, what of this building sitting here in the middle of the route? It's not serving me any great purpose. Though, it sure looks cozy... I guess I'll invite myself in.

Inside sits an old man and a woman I presume to be his wife. He talks to me about how leaving two Pokémon alone will cause an egg to "mysteriously" appear some time later. Either he's trying to protect my impressionable young mind, or he is unsettlingly naïve. It's tempting to see what kind of monstrous cross-breeds I could make, but alas, I cannot part with any of my team for now.

Gah! An officer! He must be privy to my underhanded methods of combat... I swear, I know nothing of that dead plant toad!

But before I can drop to my knees to grovel any further, he apologizes. Apparently he gets jumpy during the night and he thought I looked suspicious in dim light.

I'm putting him pretty high on my victims list.

I reach the town, and I realize for sure that I have no idea where to go next.

I hear ya, buddy... Though it concerns me to know that the legislation in this city is so loose that they let elderly dementia patients freely roam the streets.

The underground? How exciting! At last, I get to meet the seedy gangsters of this universe, of which I am the seediest. I can finally be among my kin!

...

...Nevermind.

This underground is not exactly what I expected. It's a bit more like street vendors in a tunnel. Here, I find a barber with wonderfully low prices. Flitwick gets the first trim, even though he barely has any hair to begin with. I'm fully prepared to get one each for the rest, but he says he can only do one haircut per day.

Another victim for my list, I guess.

This blue door is interesting, but there's no way I'll be able to break in with my current skills in lockpicking.

I leave the underground for now and wander around the city for a while. In the backest of back alleys, I find a dinky bicycle shop that looks like it hasn't seen a customer in weeks.

The owner actually lends one to me with no strings attached besides the one about me becoming a human advertisement.

WHEEEE~

At the city's radio tower, I see a man in a familiar black getup. Team Rocket. He's alone, though, and he doesn't ask for a fight. Maybe he just never got the memo that I destroyed his comrades earlier.

I decide to move forward for now, and see what kind of fauna I can acquire.