I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST, OR MARGINALLY OKAAAY~

[trustycrowbar]

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.

Comments

[trustycrowbar]

Ching! Yup that's right 8D

"...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. ⌐.⌐

[jonny_talbain]

Jon smiled. He liked acting as kind of a facilitator between people and Pokémon. It felt good to help one understand the other a little better.

"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.

[trustycrowbar]

"He actually eats current that flows into the lab. It would take... some doing to figure out how to make electricity more palatable."

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..."

[jonny_talbain]

"Aye. It's not my favored afternoon tea." Jon replied. Hey, he'd been electrocuted before. Frankly, it wasone of the least appetizing things he could think of.

"Batteries might work, I suppose. I'd offer more suggestions but I'm hardly the tech-savvy sort."

[trustycrowbar]

"He seems to prefer DC current, which is why he spends so much time in those machines I suppose." He explains further.

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."

[jonny_talbain]

Jon looked at the sculpture and was visibly impressed. He had the artistic ability of a boiled potato, so, any outpouring of creativity seemed somewhat miraculous to him. He'd never expected the Rotom to produce something like that.

"...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."