[It wouldn't be the first time he'd trusted Flynn with regards to big ominous portals to unknown places.
It also doesn't really surprise Walter that something is Going Down - the earthquakes, the migration, the big fuckoff crystals, everything kind of built up to something happening. He just hadn't expected - had hoped, kind of, but hadn't expected - to be a part of it. Grown too used to a predictable life again, probably. It doesn't suit him, never has; he once lived for the thrill of battle, and absent a Cause worth laying down his life for, he wouldn't mind doing so again.
He takes in the chaos, and thinks something like, oh hell yes.]
[A - resort]
[The shortsword Ramza made for him nearly a whole year ago is finally getting put to use, though with his Pokemon out, he hardly needs to use it. But who cares about need when you're getting the chance to do something you enjoy? His targets aren't the humans, though. It's the Pokemon he's going after, in tandem with his own. Orthrus lunges for the human trainers like Walter's trained him to do in their off time, knocking them savagely against walls while his trainer faces down Mightyenas and Cacturnes, his Volcarona hovering over his shoulders. It's a familiar setup, blasts of flame followed up with weaker physical blows, even if he's not able to add to the arsenal of flame, and even if his own attacks don't connect often and aren't nearly as useful as Agi's attacks.
Speaking of which, there may be some property damage imminent if he doesn't cool it down a little.]
[B - south area]
[Ah yes. There it is. The Cause.
Water has the advantage over fire, but fire has the advantage over people and when a trainer comes along and just sets fire to everything in sight, even a Team Aqua grunt is going to get a little nervous.
Like this one, who's frantically calling attacks as Walter advances on him with a slightly crazed look in his eye. He calls over his shoulder for backup, sends out his Carvanha, cringes when Walter lets out a yell and breaks into a charge-
-stares, eyes huge, at his poor punted fish as it sails through the air.]
[[ooc: rl is crazy busy for me rn - I'm holding off on posting a hiatus until the event is over, but that's the kind of busy I'm operating on rn. I'll backtag indefinitely, but tags may be slow/sporadic.]]
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It also doesn't really surprise Walter that something is Going Down - the earthquakes, the migration, the big fuckoff crystals, everything kind of built up to something happening. He just hadn't expected - had hoped, kind of, but hadn't expected - to be a part of it. Grown too used to a predictable life again, probably. It doesn't suit him, never has; he once lived for the thrill of battle, and absent a Cause worth laying down his life for, he wouldn't mind doing so again.
He takes in the chaos, and thinks something like, oh hell yes.]
[A - resort]
[The shortsword Ramza made for him nearly a whole year ago is finally getting put to use, though with his Pokemon out, he hardly needs to use it. But who cares about need when you're getting the chance to do something you enjoy? His targets aren't the humans, though. It's the Pokemon he's going after, in tandem with his own. Orthrus lunges for the human trainers like Walter's trained him to do in their off time, knocking them savagely against walls while his trainer faces down Mightyenas and Cacturnes, his Volcarona hovering over his shoulders. It's a familiar setup, blasts of flame followed up with weaker physical blows, even if he's not able to add to the arsenal of flame, and even if his own attacks don't connect often and aren't nearly as useful as Agi's attacks.
Speaking of which, there may be some property damage imminent if he doesn't cool it down a little.]
[B - south area]
[Ah yes. There it is. The Cause.
Water has the advantage over fire, but fire has the advantage over people and when a trainer comes along and just sets fire to everything in sight, even a Team Aqua grunt is going to get a little nervous.
Like this one, who's frantically calling attacks as Walter advances on him with a slightly crazed look in his eye. He calls over his shoulder for backup, sends out his Carvanha, cringes when Walter lets out a yell and breaks into a charge-
-stares, eyes huge, at his poor punted fish as it sails through the air.]
[[ooc: rl is crazy busy for me rn - I'm holding off on posting a hiatus until the event is over, but that's the kind of busy I'm operating on rn. I'll backtag indefinitely, but tags may be slow/sporadic.]]