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Who: Sho and whoever
Where: Cherrygrove
When: Feb 5thish?
Summary: Sho is trying to get his thoughts in order and regain enough strength to go train his babies.
Rating: PG for a swear word? IDK.
Log:

There were things he had to think about that he’d never had to think about before. This world was not his world, he didn’t know the rules yet. Sure, he ignored the rules as often as he felt like it, but the truth of the matter is that an artist can only create art that breaks the rules if they know what those are. Without that basis, all you have is garbage. Some things were clear. He couldn’t do anything without these creatures, these pokemon. Much as he disliked working with people, having things work for him was perfectly acceptable in his mind. Indeed, animals; however smart they might be, were far more pleasant an idea than attempting to build up a collection of people who would follow orders.

He didn’t like owing the woman, either. Back in Shibuya? Sure, he’d take advantage of people - although in his own way he paid them back. Megaphone for microphone, for instance. It was even more important in a strange world to keep the equations balanced. Here he was out of his depth, and while he was certain that he’d figure it out soon enough - he didn’t know enough. Not yet. Having someone else to hand while he figured it out? Well, it wasn’t that much different than making a Pact. He’d follow her around and learn alongside this person who, for whatever reason, had nursed him back to health until there was a reason not to do so, and he’d pay her back so that other people looking at him wouldn’t see a sponge unwilling to pull his weight.

He was going to be the fucking best, whatever it took...and he knew that it was going to take a hell of a lot of work. He was many things, was Minamimoto Sho, but lazy wasn’t one of them. A plan of attack; create the best possible team and claw his way to the top of the ranking while looking for a way home. Use this woman to make things easier. Be the best. He’d adjust as he needed to, he wasn’t the kind of person to stick to one plan if something better came along.

These thoughts in mind, Sho was making his way around the town carefully as he worked to rebuild his stamina after so long sick. Sure, RZF was fretting when she wasn’t trying to steal from pockets (his or passers by) but the ex-Reaper was determined.

He'd talk to anyone who wanted to talk, though. It'd be a nice break from walking.

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"Same." Sho said flatly, "Follow what we can tell of the rules. Can't break them effectively until you know what you're breaking."

At this, she fetched her Gear from her pocket, fussing with it a moment before offering it to him.

"This is what we'd be breaking." she informed him, beginning to walk again to keep them moving. On the screen was an article about Falkner, Violet City's "Elegant Master Of Flying Pokemon".

The photograph accompanying the article was the blue-haired gym leader looking solemnly at the camera, flanked by his Honchkrow, Noctowl, and Pidgeot.

"No. That is where we will go to start learning the rules." Sho said, shaking his head and muttering a string of equations under his breath. He'd been coherent way too long, his mind was starting to wander again.

"All the same, I would advise you to memorize his face. It may not be so recognizable after he's swollen it up crying over his defeat."

While the most laid-back of the seven sisters, it was not to be said that Belphe could not be just as nasty when she was of a mind.

He just cackled at that. "Best way to see him."

Having endured seemingly all he could stand of the two humans' delays, Hades took it upon himself to drop behind Belphe and press his forehead up against her back, nudging her onward.

No one was defeating anyone if they didn't get where they were going.

"We'll get there, Hades..." she said flatly.

Edited 2013-02-17 10:45 (UTC)

Sho stuck his proud little Eevee back in his coat to nestle with the other one and snickered a little at the prodding. "Eager to fight."

"Eager to keep to a schedule." she corrected. "He's gotten to be this way since I started training him."

The ponyta had, indeed, come a long way from the clumsy long-legged colt that had hatched in the Cherrygrove inn and now seemed much more driven and sure of himself.

Sho reached over to pat the horse-like pokemon, "Schedules are good but you should remember that if you don't learn to adapt, your equation will be negated before you can re-input the proper variables."

Hades reared his head a bit in response to the pat and then screwed up his nose at what Sho had to say as if it had made....absolutely no sense.

"This time we won't be made to resort to eating mushrooms and ferns, at least."

....and ending up with Sho in a river, for that matter.

RZF gave Hades a commiserating look at that. Yeah. Her trainer, she didn't even know. "Yes. Strange that there are no animals that are not pokemon. It's irrational. No consideration of a food-chain."