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route_10652010-08-06 03:11 am
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looking kind of anxious in your cross-armed stance
Who: Graverobber and Suzuki Adelheid (Closed)
Where: On the way to Cherrygrove City
When: Wednesday
Summary: Graverobber is an awful, awful trainer. Maybe Suzuki can help.(... or maybe not.)
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Log:
One would think that a device as simple as a Pokeball would be fairly easy to manage. But, really, the true difficulty had not been in figuring out the controls of the Pokeball-- that old man had helped explain that fairly well, to the grave robber's surprise. No, the real trouble was convincing Morrigan to sit still for long enough to try and return her inside. For whatever reason, she had decided that no, she would not, in fact, return, much less sit still or even move at a reasonable speed. Ah-- but he knew it would only be a matter of time before...
She flew out of the pitch black of the trees that she had hidden in to spiral around her master mockingly-- but the proximity was all he needed.
"Morrigan!" He barked with, perhaps, a bit more force than was needed. But then he coolly held the ball up and waited until she lined up just right, smirking victoriously. "Return."
And so she did, a pouty frown on her face. He broke into a grin, holding the ball up to inspect it. "Got you, bitch." He half-laughed under his breath, sitting to put the ball away. His methods might have been messy and a bit immature, but they worked. Right?
Where: On the way to Cherrygrove City
When: Wednesday
Summary: Graverobber is an awful, awful trainer. Maybe Suzuki can help.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Log:
One would think that a device as simple as a Pokeball would be fairly easy to manage. But, really, the true difficulty had not been in figuring out the controls of the Pokeball-- that old man had helped explain that fairly well, to the grave robber's surprise. No, the real trouble was convincing Morrigan to sit still for long enough to try and return her inside. For whatever reason, she had decided that no, she would not, in fact, return, much less sit still or even move at a reasonable speed. Ah-- but he knew it would only be a matter of time before...
She flew out of the pitch black of the trees that she had hidden in to spiral around her master mockingly-- but the proximity was all he needed.
"Morrigan!" He barked with, perhaps, a bit more force than was needed. But then he coolly held the ball up and waited until she lined up just right, smirking victoriously. "Return."
And so she did, a pouty frown on her face. He broke into a grin, holding the ball up to inspect it. "Got you, bitch." He half-laughed under his breath, sitting to put the ball away. His methods might have been messy and a bit immature, but they worked. Right?
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Seeing Graverobber's attempt at getting his Misdreavus to go to her Pokeball was actually highly entertaining and after seeing him celebrate his mundane accomplishment, she just had to go congratulate him...
"It looks like you've done something right," she mocked with arms crossed.
I am so sorry for how slow everything's been. I suddenly sprouted a life apparently :|
"I have many talents, for your information," he said, standing again to turn that darkly smug smile on her. "Most of them just don't involve our colorful little friends."