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smash_logs2014-10-20 05:25 pm
trustycrowbar) wrote in smash_logs2014-10-20 05:25 pm
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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Barbaric a bit, but normal. Whatever that really means in the long run of things.
"I am not preparing that... thing for dinner," she reminds him from up above. He probably knows that already, but it never hurts to grant him a reminder.
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It seems shooting douchebag marines by the truckload is A-OK, but leaving a paralyzed rat to fend for itself is a step too far.
"We'll find something a little less stringy." He adds. Is that an excuse? That's probably an excuse.
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She sits up a little further with an inevitable interest. She leans over her branch to get a better look. Forget everything else that came with it. With a simple spray from a bottle, he took a dead creature and sent it back into the world of the living.
...How?
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Tapping the bottom of her chin, she continues with some thought. "Once I jumped down on one and almost killed him. Before I realised he was one of the students here. In his human form, I could tend to his wounds, but if he'd stayed a Pokémon, in the worst scenario, he could have died."
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"Uh... honest mistake, and a good thing he had a human form to change to. I'm not sure if that's an ability that's common for pokemon, or just the ones in this world. Maxwell here can't do that yet. He might be too young still."
Beep... >_>
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Amusingly, prior to the assault on Vinnie, he respected her. Afterward, Ziio's own affection for him grew as well. He's like a son. She doesn't really say it, but she thinks about it from time to time nowadays.
"I would think you could ask one of the Pokemon about it," Ziio recommends.