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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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But he still had to note, "I can understand why they exist, an' there's good ones. They're just not an idea I grew up accepting."
Once he was gone collecting the dead plant matter though, the conversation went back to business. Time to head back to the greenhouse - and to hope Bulba wasn't anywhere around. "I'll show you where the compost is an' we can take a bag or two've the stuff to spread around today. It'll be the easiest drop off point for any other supplies that need t'be flown in, too."
Mentally, Vinnie twitched with a small, ironic smirk on his own behalf. He had been so focused with trying to outgrow the antics of his wild Ivysaur years, and yet here he was, gears turning in his head for another secret mission on behalf of the forest. There might have even been a quiet part of him that was excited by the challenge of the surprise. It'd been a while since he could put these particular skills to use.