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Ich Will
Who: Machi Tobaye, Kitty Pryde.
Where: Cherrygrove
When: Thursday
Summary: Poor communication skills. Also, actually getting a Pokégear.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
The Poochyena, shaggy and grey-black, sniffed along the path, brush tail switching as he trotted back and forth, patrolling with his nose and bristling at rustling sounds in the trees. His trainer watched dispassionately from a bench--'watched,' actually, in a very technical sense only--the pale boy did not appear to be looking at the Pokemon at all. He was keeping tabs on the creature only out of the corner of his vision, his eyes (and much of his face) obscured by large black sunglasses, his face turned forward, as though unseeing.
He had accepted, more or less, that this beast was responsible to him, and that, for reasons poorly understood, it would protect him--but still he avoided it, and the closest he allowed it to get to him was when it followed him into the Pokécenter, either to be tended to by the woman at the counter, who never seemed to actually change, or when he went in for meals or sleep.
In all honesty, the only thing he did like about was that it answered to him--and only to him.
Where: Cherrygrove
When: Thursday
Summary: Poor communication skills. Also, actually getting a Pokégear.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
The Poochyena, shaggy and grey-black, sniffed along the path, brush tail switching as he trotted back and forth, patrolling with his nose and bristling at rustling sounds in the trees. His trainer watched dispassionately from a bench--'watched,' actually, in a very technical sense only--the pale boy did not appear to be looking at the Pokemon at all. He was keeping tabs on the creature only out of the corner of his vision, his eyes (and much of his face) obscured by large black sunglasses, his face turned forward, as though unseeing.
He had accepted, more or less, that this beast was responsible to him, and that, for reasons poorly understood, it would protect him--but still he avoided it, and the closest he allowed it to get to him was when it followed him into the Pokécenter, either to be tended to by the woman at the counter, who never seemed to actually change, or when he went in for meals or sleep.
In all honesty, the only thing he did like about was that it answered to him--and only to him.
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She'd been getting everything ready that morning to head out from Cherrygrove to the next route to the next city - Cherrygrove was nice but it was a little quiet, plus she wanted to travel and explore - the whole place sounded so nice and if she could adventure then why not?
She'd let Mareep out of its Pokeball, letting it have a little last run around - or more like walk with its lack of a run - before they left. Their walk was going well until Mareep stopped, walking behind Kitty as if it were hiding. Looking down at it, a little confused, Kitty asked.
"Mareep? What's wrong?" She wasn't expecting an answer to chose to look around instead - spotting the boy and a Pokemon close by; it had to be that. "Mareep, it's okay. They're not doing anything." And she tried to coax it into walking again.