Re: Left Behind [RP]
Doc's eyes grudgingly opened to a close up view of short grass. He bolted to his feet, or at least he tried to. With a booming ring his head collided with the I-Beam being carried over his head, sending him back to the ground. "owowowowowow..." murmured Doc, rolling across the ground away from the two Gurdurr, who shrugged and continued hauling the beam to its position in the barricade being constructed halfway down the route. Doc stood and picked his pen off the ground and set it back in his jaws. "Must have passed out..." he thought. Crossing the desert must have worn him out more than he expected.
He gazed up at the sun, still cradling his throbbing skull. Judging from sky, it was probably just before noon. He cast a glance down the stretch of the route and began to walk to where the defenses were coming along. Walking closer, he examined what he thought were barricades earlier. Upon closer inspection, the dense walls of wood and metal seemed to be moveable from their current location. Being constructed by several teams of Fighting-types (with several other various pokemon gathering supplies and lifting tools about), the constructs seemed incredibly durable. Doc couldn't decide if they were supposed to be guard towers or some kind of wall trap. Regardless, he figured he'd wasted enough time being unconscious and might as well start thinking of ways to help the cause.
Leaping from the ground to the higher boughs of one of the trees that flanked the side of the route, he saw the raised drawbridge at the end of the route. Past that bridge were lands he'd never seen. "I wonder if there's any way across the bridge that wouldn't involve lowering it?" thought Doc. If he could scout out the area across the bridge and get some details on the enemy force, they could be better prepared for when the attack came. He remained perched in the tree, planning a way to cross the bridge...