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smash_logs2011-07-14 12:15 pm
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it's a little superstitious.
Who: N, Silver and Gengar
What: Ghostbusters eradicate Gengar from N's general vicinity. I mean... Silver wants his Gengar back. Yes.
Where: N's room, I assume.
When: Julyyyyy 15th or some such? Gengar's been haunting him for a little while, it seems. YEP.
Warnings: Hauntings? You might get hexed from viewing this log? Are you believing me here??
To say this was just a tad nightmarish was an understatement.
Whatever that ghastly little Pokemon was, it was following him left and right. N wasn't sure how to feel. Flattered? Probably. Frightened? Possibly. Hateful? Certainly not. Understanding? Also probably. Wanting this to stop?
... well, that's where the conflicted feeling came in.
This Gengar, wherever it came from (was it Silver's?), was haunting him every moment it could. Scaring him and cackling and all kinds of strange buffoonery like that. Why was it doing it? Who knows. Maybe Gengar liked him, N thought. Its cackling was hard to pinpoint. Was it malicious or cheery?
He didn't want to say he didn't want this happening. Let the Pokemon do what they want, so long as they're happy.
As he sat in his room and stroked Zoroark's shaky head, however, he wasn't sure how much longer he wanted it to persist.
What: Ghostbusters eradicate Gengar from N's general vicinity. I mean... Silver wants his Gengar back. Yes.
Where: N's room, I assume.
When: Julyyyyy 15th or some such? Gengar's been haunting him for a little while, it seems. YEP.
Warnings: Hauntings? You might get hexed from viewing this log? Are you believing me here??
To say this was just a tad nightmarish was an understatement.
Whatever that ghastly little Pokemon was, it was following him left and right. N wasn't sure how to feel. Flattered? Probably. Frightened? Possibly. Hateful? Certainly not. Understanding? Also probably. Wanting this to stop?
... well, that's where the conflicted feeling came in.
This Gengar, wherever it came from (was it Silver's?), was haunting him every moment it could. Scaring him and cackling and all kinds of strange buffoonery like that. Why was it doing it? Who knows. Maybe Gengar liked him, N thought. Its cackling was hard to pinpoint. Was it malicious or cheery?
He didn't want to say he didn't want this happening. Let the Pokemon do what they want, so long as they're happy.
As he sat in his room and stroked Zoroark's shaky head, however, he wasn't sure how much longer he wanted it to persist.