the egg hunt (open)

the egg hunt

Vashni had been going on his usual quaint walk. Having arrived in Elysia fairly recently, he decided to take things slow and familiarize with the actual town first before getting friendly with the locals. That, and he had to make sure there weren’t any remnants of his old name trickling in from the merchants and travellers that regularly passed through the town. He hadn’t heard it yet, but he could never be too sure. The last thing the guy needed was another seed merchant attempting to jab a blast seed into his eye. He’d fortunately escaped that ordeal a long time ago, and his name of that time must have been forgotten by now. The story of the seed merchant who was burnt to a fine crisp, on the other hand, was still being passed on here and there.

He’d stopped at one point, realizing he had strayed far enough into the woods that he had completely rounded the town, ending up in the trees just outside the outskirts of Tricklestone Park. Upon hearing all the commotion, the Mawile had decided to watch. There was a horde of pokemon spread about the area, most having come from the direction of the park’s center. The air was filled with laughter, chatter, and the occasional sound of frustration. There was a lazy smile on Vashni’s face as his eyes followed a small group diving into the flowers and bushes. His brow raised as one of the pokemon raised something that looked like an egg, but painted colorfully. The group crowded around and opened the egg, celebrating noisily as they raised their prize.

An event? It seemed more suited for children, but Vashni could tell quite a good chunk of the crowd were far from kids, which was kind of funny. Having nothing else to do, he decided to join in the fun and pass some time.

Emerging from the trees, Vashni went around and chose a spot to begin searching, albeit with a little less enthusiasm compared to the others. He kept stopping and looking up to observe any pokemon wandering nearby, still curious how the locals of this town acted.

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When Ness had first heard of the annual egg hunt, he had passed the event off as a childish activity. "Why should I go?" He challenged his friends. "It's just something to entertain the kids. It's not like there's actually anything in it for us." Then, he was informed of the various prizes – namely the cash ones – and his eyes practically gleamed. For every night leading up to the egg hunt, Ness dreamt of swimming in cash.
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But, when it came down to it, the Trapinch quickly realized that he had sorely underestimated the event planners. Whoever was in charge had been more than thorough with their hiding spots, and, though Ness had been searching for quite a while now, he still had nothing to show for his efforts. With every passing minute, his mood was souring, and his quick trot had long since slowed to a sluggish crawl. He should have known that there was no such thing as a free lunch; that was the quote he lived by, and, yet, he hadn’t expected to ever be victimized by it. Maybe it’s time to give up, he mused, absentmindedly kicking at the dirt, go back and take a job from the guild. Even if those don’t pay as well, at least I know I’ll be getting money for sure.
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But, just as Ness was about to give up completely, there was a rousing cry from a group of people to his left. It seemed that one of them had found another egg, and, as they celebrated, the details of their prize drifted over to Ness’ ears and he inhaled sharply as the hefty sum raised his spirits once more. He couldn’t give up now, not when there were still rewards to be had! Freshly invigorated, he stayed alert, searching his surroundings for any signs of an untouched egg.
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notes: leggo my eggo

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