(Very well... Going Wushu DM for this moment and setting the scene...)
It was going on mid-afternoon as the group set out on their new journey. They were gathered in a loose collection, with a couple pairs, people walking alone, and a few stragglers. It was an odd and disorganized assemblage. Lt. PB and Karen were at the head of the group, exchanging an almost constant string of banter, while Pyro trailed almost immediately behind them. He was, as usual, in his own little world--but, that's okay. They know him here.
A few paces behind were Sakura and Sapph, walking together, though apart as they were focused on their own, personal agendas. One step behind them was Dr. Wily, though he carried himself as if he did not belong; arms held close to his body, shoulders rolled forward, and watching the underbrush. Sidled somewhat behind his elbow was Quickie, who was maintaining contact with Mewtwo, who lagged several steps behind them, darting from tree to tree.
For the first leg of their journey, their chatter was intermittent, with a few comments tossed between the trainers before topics were left dangling behind. The previous day's events still weighed heavily on their minds as they walked.
(There. Got us into the countryside.)