[center][h2][color=39b54a]Deneb Astrologian[/color]
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[@AbysmalDemon]

Deneb reached up and grabbed hold of Charlie's hand, allowing the older person to help him stand back up. His muscles were still sore, but it wasn't so bad as to cause him to collapse again. He checked his person once more to check if he had everything of personal import on him. His dagger was there, and there was a pokeball near it. He pulled it out and enlarged it. He had to make sure Maractus was okay.

Deneb tossed the ball out. Fortunately for him, Maractus was physically fine. Unfortunately for the both of them, she was freaking out. Deneb could see that in her...plant hand things were maracas, and figured that there was only one course of action she could possibly take at this particular moment. She whacked at Deneb for worrying her so badly, and then she tried to whack at Charlie for putting them in danger. She was held back by Deneb when she tried to swing at the older man.

When Maractus finally calmed down, Deneb finally got a chance to sigh at their situation. They had no idea where they were, and no idea how to get to a place that could possibly lead them to civilization. In the desert, his parents would always have a device that could help them navigate the sands. Even then they'd still have a good old fashioned map, just in case.

"[color=39b54a]You don't happen to have a Pokenav, or a map, or something, do you?[/color]"