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smash_logs2012-04-18 05:03 pm
rivalkidneypunch) wrote in smash_logs2012-04-18 05:03 pm
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Planted it once
Who: Char, Vinnie
What: SECRETIVE SECRETS
Where: The forest
When: Futuredated to April 22
Warnings: Char. Vinnie. Do I even need to.
March. He'd owed it to Naoto's cunning (and Persona, too); with that extra bit of backup, Char no longer had to deal with unwelcome company mucking up his territory. There was no more worry about anything inflicting another chemical burn on Rasputin.
When that creature had fallen, though, its toxic taint had lingered. The place it had once made its home was now an ugly bare patch in the middle of the forest, an expanse of scorched earth sticking out like a scar in the middle of all that greenery. Char never really had cared a lot about that hippie bullshit, and it wasn't like he was particularly attached to the forest itself, anyway -- this was, after all, the same forest he'd set ablaze a couple years ago. Any other time, he probably would have just left it be.
March, however, had been a month that left a lot of things on Char's mind. He wasn't sure exactly where the idea had sprouted from, or why he'd actually decided to go through with it. It seemed incredibly out of his scope. Maybe he was just trying to prove something to himself. Prove he really was capable of it. He'd quietly gathered up the things he needed, and stupid though the entire thing was, he'd quickly become a regular back at that little pocket wasteland.
March passed, and April plodded by. Char had kept up the typical Charizard tenacity all throughout, endeavouring in secret over his little pet project.
In the end... he had nothing to show for it.
Should have known. He really hadn't been capable of it after all. He couldn't do it alone. So... what now?
He'd waffled on it for days, but finally, he resigned himself. On the morning of the 22nd, Char went to the last place he'd ever thought he'd set foot: looking thoroughly uncomfortable and on-edge, Char intruded into the school greenhouse.
What: SECRETIVE SECRETS
Where: The forest
When: Futuredated to April 22
Warnings: Char. Vinnie. Do I even need to.
March. He'd owed it to Naoto's cunning (and Persona, too); with that extra bit of backup, Char no longer had to deal with unwelcome company mucking up his territory. There was no more worry about anything inflicting another chemical burn on Rasputin.
When that creature had fallen, though, its toxic taint had lingered. The place it had once made its home was now an ugly bare patch in the middle of the forest, an expanse of scorched earth sticking out like a scar in the middle of all that greenery. Char never really had cared a lot about that hippie bullshit, and it wasn't like he was particularly attached to the forest itself, anyway -- this was, after all, the same forest he'd set ablaze a couple years ago. Any other time, he probably would have just left it be.
March, however, had been a month that left a lot of things on Char's mind. He wasn't sure exactly where the idea had sprouted from, or why he'd actually decided to go through with it. It seemed incredibly out of his scope. Maybe he was just trying to prove something to himself. Prove he really was capable of it. He'd quietly gathered up the things he needed, and stupid though the entire thing was, he'd quickly become a regular back at that little pocket wasteland.
March passed, and April plodded by. Char had kept up the typical Charizard tenacity all throughout, endeavouring in secret over his little pet project.
In the end... he had nothing to show for it.
Should have known. He really hadn't been capable of it after all. He couldn't do it alone. So... what now?
He'd waffled on it for days, but finally, he resigned himself. On the morning of the 22nd, Char went to the last place he'd ever thought he'd set foot: looking thoroughly uncomfortable and on-edge, Char intruded into the school greenhouse.
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"If you're gunnin' for anemone, some've them take this kinda soil better than others. They usually prefer loam - Berries, too - but they can tough it out," he told the Charizard as he bent down to pull out a few more tragic sprouts from the ground. Once he had gathered a handful, the Venusaur set them aside in a small pile and glanced at the Fire Type. "Help me pull out the rest've these an' they can get added t'the school compost." That was easy enough for him to not screw up, right?
Char's request, however, was pointedly unanswered. At this point, it wasn't hard to figure out the Why - but the Grass Type had his brows furrowed in contemplation as he wondered if it was just better to go on pretending he hadn't figured it out. After all, agreeing to do all this meant putting aside the divisive nature of their teams and focusing on his job as a Venusaur. Bringing up Bulba, even as a passing remark, seemed counterproductive to that. At the same time, however, keeping anything secret in the greenhouse very much concerned Bulba - they were both technically its caretakers. And the size of this secret would be considerable.