Dr. Gordon Freeman (
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I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST, OR MARGINALLY OKAAAY~
Who: Gordon Freeman, Pokemon Trainers, NOT-pokemon trainers, people happening by.
What: Gordon becomes a grown-ass pokemon trainer
When: Late afternoon, after class, several weeks after his network post
Where: Gordon's teaching lab, outside in tall grass, other locations
Warnings: BALLS.
[A: Gordon's teaching lab]
Gordon has been busy. He's taken several weekends of Pokemon Training classes after his post to the network, and while he was the oldest in the room by five years (AND THAT INCLUDED THE TEACHER) he's wrapped his head around the technology and theory of pokemon training. He can even name more than ten of them without help, which was more than he could say when he started all of this.
Now they'd cheerfully alerted him that he was ready to catch any pokemon he wanted, provided it was low enough level. So he bought a handful of pokeballs of different types on the way back from the class. Now it's after physics class, and those around the science building can hear his voice echoing down the hallway from the lab.
"Come on, Maxwell! You said you wanted to fight alongside me, and this is how we can do that! Just get into the pokeball and then--"
BZAPP!
"GH! Dammit, STOP that!"
[B: The woods just on the border of the school]
Now it's dusk, and eventually he's convinced his pokemon into going along with this whole "training" thing. Now this grown-ass man is sneaking around in purple-hued autumn tall grass like some kind of auburn big cat in jeans. Someone do something before he makes an idiot out of himself.
What: Gordon becomes a grown-ass pokemon trainer
When: Late afternoon, after class, several weeks after his network post
Where: Gordon's teaching lab, outside in tall grass, other locations
Warnings: BALLS.
[A: Gordon's teaching lab]
Gordon has been busy. He's taken several weekends of Pokemon Training classes after his post to the network, and while he was the oldest in the room by five years (AND THAT INCLUDED THE TEACHER) he's wrapped his head around the technology and theory of pokemon training. He can even name more than ten of them without help, which was more than he could say when he started all of this.
Now they'd cheerfully alerted him that he was ready to catch any pokemon he wanted, provided it was low enough level. So he bought a handful of pokeballs of different types on the way back from the class. Now it's after physics class, and those around the science building can hear his voice echoing down the hallway from the lab.
"Come on, Maxwell! You said you wanted to fight alongside me, and this is how we can do that! Just get into the pokeball and then--"
BZAPP!
"GH! Dammit, STOP that!"
[B: The woods just on the border of the school]
Now it's dusk, and eventually he's convinced his pokemon into going along with this whole "training" thing. Now this grown-ass man is sneaking around in purple-hued autumn tall grass like some kind of auburn big cat in jeans. Someone do something before he makes an idiot out of himself.
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"They don't?" Gordon adds, ignoring the peanut gallery. "Then what's the advantage of having them in pokeballs in the first place?" He's trying not to sound exasperated, but it's not quite working.
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"...You don't say." He finally adds, as Maxwell the Rotom giggles and chimes happily at the compliment. Gordon looks up at him.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I didn't know you didn't like it in there. You don't mind hiding out in most of my OTHER electronics, so I didn't think this would be any different!"
He has no idea if Maxwell can understand him. Meanwhile Jon hears from the beeps and squeaks in response a chiptune equivalent of 'It's boring in there! All your other stuff has GAMES in em.'
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"...ah, being not entirely Human myself, I can understand a good number of different creatures. Pokémon are among them. Most Pokémon can understand Human speech extremely well. That would, I believe, include your Partner here." He turned to Maxwell. "Isn't that right, chum?"
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"...He really does hate being bored." Gordon concedes with a small snort of a laugh. "At least I know you can understand me, now. All right! You don't have to go into the pokeball if you don't want to. UNLESS you get yourself hurt. Do we have an understanding?"
...Bing bing. ⌐.⌐
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"I'm unsure what he eats... but I've found bribes involving food can sweeten the deal a little bit."
There wasn't much Riwane wouldn't do if he offered to take her out for barbecue.
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He muses on this, as he watches his Rotom float towards the workbench and proceed to start sculpting with the iron filings in the magnetism lab.
"Hm. Maybe I can offer him batteries..."
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"Batteries might work, I suppose. I'd offer more suggestions but I'm hardly the tech-savvy sort."
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In the meantime, Maxwell has already completed his sculpture, which is a fuzzy mess that's vaguely Gordon-shaped.
"It might work, especially out in the field where there aren't too many sources of power."
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"...oh. Certainly. What about something like those crank-driven flashlights or radios? It would be one item you ought to be able to re-use and generate power with constantly. Save you carrying around and disposing of a bunch of individual batteries."