Dr. Gordon Freeman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
trustycrowbar) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.
no subject
With a furrow of his brow, anger not directed at Gordon persay but firmness was definitely there regardless, he regarded to Gordon again.
"Yet, as a human trainer, you are commanding them to harm another," he said, again, not as accusatory to Gordon as the concept itself.
no subject
He looks up at Maxwell. Maxwell, meanwhile, is waving his little plasma limbs like he's a boxer ready for a bout. YOU'RE NOT HELPING, YOU PUGNACIOUS LITTLE SHIT.
"Do you have a better idea?" He asks, and he means it honestly. Connor was one hell of a fighter, the kind that had to have been trained by someone. Maybe he knows something that can help take the opponent out of the training, to make it feel more humane and less humiliating.
Why humiliating?
Gordon's out in the weeds picking fights with neighborhood critters, for god's sake. He can think of BETTER things to do.
no subject
Connor then put his thoughts to some use, and dug up some of the few bits of knowledge he had on the matter. He hadn't spoken with Hilda or anyone yet, so he tried to grab from what he noticed just from watching how she fought with them closely back on the island.
"Supposedly Pokemon and humans already co-exist. I have seen those who do treat Pokemon with respect, however..."
He trailed a bit.
"I cannot grasp the culture in which this is so, I admit to there not being much I understand. There is a trainer I do know, and her Pokemon seem happy with her. But I cannot believe this is true for everyone."
no subject