Vacation's where I wanna be

[exeggutorhead]

Who: Crow Hogan, Envy, Heather Mason, Henry Townshend, France, Greed, Lust, Scar
Where: Olivine beach
When: July 20th
Summary: It's not summer without a gratuitous trip to the beach!
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13?
Log:

Rainy July getting people down? The best cure for that is a BEACH PARTY.

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[envy_the_sinners]

Scar arrives rather early in the morning, so there's a good chance he's there when many of the other beachgoers show up.

God knows he would have changed his plans if he knew they would all be here.

He's in the process of spreading out his things on the sand. A towel stretched out with Miriam perched contently on top, Daniel the Growlithe and Yamina the Teddiursa already making a beeline for the water. He's expecting it to be a pleasant day. It's not raining, for once!

Key word: expecting.

[foolishwren]

Expect the worst, Scar. That way you'll never be disappointed.

Henry, Heather, and Crow arrive a little later than some of the rest-- they'd had to fly in from the Lake of Rage. Not a horrendously long trip, but the sun is up in the sky good and proper by the time they get there.

Their arrival is announced by a fair amount of barking, as a small pack of dogs lopes ahead of the trio and down the beach excitedly-- a Manectric and two Houndooms.



... But wait, where's the Growlithe?


Scar probably isn't wondering that, but if he was, he gets an answer to that question via a big blunt cold nose slamming rudely against his butt.

HELLO STRANGER!!!!

I missed this notif, wtf!

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar isn't the kind of person who startles well. At all.

With a strangled shout, he jumps several feet forward and whips around to see... a Growlithe. Not his Growlithe. This Growlithe is a behemoth. He collects himself, adjusts his trunks, and glares at the offending canine.

This is why he's a cat person.

[foolishwren]

Heather saw it.

She saw her giant garbage dog going straight for the suit-clad buttocks of the completely-unsuspecting stranger.

And, like watching a car accident, she found herself unable to even shout out and warn him.

.... It was pretty fuckin' hilarious seeing such an enormously tall dude jump straight out his skin and holler, though.

"--Oh. Oh my GOD. I am-- I am SO SORRY!"

She hurries forward, waving her arms-- Cujo, meanwhile, just pants happily up at Scar, his ponylike tail wagging and tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. :D HI.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar brings his breathing back to a steadier level when he notices the young woman chasing after her enormous Growlithe.

"It's fine." His tone is nearly flat as he glances over his shoulder at Daniel, his own Growlithe, who is already off to the water with Yamina.

"They do that." Ho, hum.

[foolishwren]

It obviously wasn't fine.

But Cujo certainly couldn't tell that. Wagging all the more, he popped up on his hind legs to paw at Scar's chest-- or at least he did until Heather wrapped both arms around him and hauled him off.

"Yeah, he's-- um-- he just really likes meeting people!"

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar only staggered slightly when Cujo came up to say 'hi'. He backed away to help Heather in getting the giant dog down. In spite of his unfriendly demeanor, he wasn't overly bothered by Cujo's enthusiasm. He had more of a tolerance for Pokémon than he did people.

He turned to watch the dog, his expression just as menacing as he reached for his head... and proceeded to pat it.

"He's a dog, of course he does."

[foolishwren]

For a second, Heather was almost sure that Scar was going to reach out and HIT Cujo, but instead he just... IMPOSINGLY, INTIMIDATINGLY PATTED HIM ON THE HEAD.

Okay. She can deal with that.

Perfectly happy, Cujo just wriggled in Heather's arms and tried to lick the large hand on his mane.

"Yeah, he's... pretty much pure essence of dog. If dogs were movies, he'd be Dog Hard 2: Dog Harder."

[envy_the_sinners]

SUCH SCARY, HEATHER. MANY VILLAIN.

Scar frowns and glances up at Heather. He's only gathered a vague idea of 'movies' in his time here. Naturally, Mr I Hate Fun has never seen one for himself and... half misses the joke.

Not that he would have laughed, anyway. Sigh.

"He's quite large, for a pre-evolved Pokémon." Because this is how Scar makes casual conversation.

[foolishwren]

"Yeah, he's... well, he needs to go on a diet for one thing, but he's also older than a lotta Growlithe probably are. I... haven't evolved him."

Although that doesn't stop people from sometimes mistaking him for a very small Arcanine.

[envy_the_sinners]

"Is there a particular reason for that?" That she hasn't evolved him yet? Scar is simply wondering; it's not like any of his Pokémon have evolved yet.

He's still patting Cujo on the head. Pretty invested in Pokémon raising, for a giant grump.

[foolishwren]

"Have you seen how big an Arcanine is? Look how big he is now."

She doesn't elaborate further, into her fear of fire and dogs or anything. The size seems like it's a good enough reason that a stranger won't question it.

Cujo, oblivious, happily lays down at Scar's feet and rolls over, exposing his obscenely fluffy stomach for rubbing.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar's eyebrows raise ever so slightly as Cujo flops onto his back. Fine, then. He crouches to his knees and continues the impromptu patting session on the giant dog's belly.

"You could probably ride him, if he were an Arcanine," he suggested mildly.

[foolishwren]

"Yeah, well... I mean, I already have a Rapidash, so..."

Carousel was, admittedly, not as big as Cujo would be if he evolved.

But... yeah. :I;;