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✘ and I'll try~ oh lord, I'll try~ to CAAAAAAARRY onnnn! xO
Who: Zack Fair; OPEN. Separate threads, one thread, I'm up for whatever.
Where: Cherrygrove outskirts.
When: Around 9 PM.
Summary: Zack has one last wild encounter before finally dragging his sorry ass into Cherrygrove City, where he will probably crash and burn at the first available opportunity.
Rating: PG, probably. Subject to change.
"Man, I'm beat..."
"...tiiini!"
"Heh. Yeah, no kidding."
The conversation between man and dragon was beginning to thin out. It had been a long, taxing week and a half -- and not just for the SOLDIER, who was still struggling to cope with the sudden and disheartening disappearance of his inhuman strength. Angela, the infallible little dragon, had been putting every ounce of her excess energy to good use. The duo had taken out what had seemed like an alarmingly sizable chunk of the local bird and raccoon population... but the creatures always came back, incessantly and, in some cases, aggressive.
The 7-foot long blue beast weaved through his legs from time to time as they made their way through the homestretch to Cherrygrove, chirping and whirring from time to time. The momentum of battle and the delirium of exhaustion had drawn out a bizarre mood from the both of them... and he found himself stopping in the middle of the sigh, interrupted by the shrill squeal of his pokemon.
The dark-haired man flinched reflexively with a shout, thinking he had stepped on Angela's tail. But the dragon's attention was not on her trainer -- it was on a small, brown, spherical bird that was staring rather intently back at the two of them.
Puuffing out his chest and giving it a wily grin, that second wind swept through him as he dug around in his backpack, fishing out one of the Pokeballs, which had been untouched prior.
The process had gone by surprisingly quickly. A couple of minutes in a dragon's stranglehold was more than enough to whittle down the unsuspecting owl's defenses. The animal was caught with relative ease, though Angela had taken a nasty blow to the snout in the process.
Putting the occupied Pokeball away, he contended that he would give the Hoothoot a more thorough examination after everybody had gotten some rest. For now, however, the town was in sight and the Dratini was reminding him of it with a loud whine.
"Alright, kiddo, alright..."
Where: Cherrygrove outskirts.
When: Around 9 PM.
Summary: Zack has one last wild encounter before finally dragging his sorry ass into Cherrygrove City, where he will probably crash and burn at the first available opportunity.
Rating: PG, probably. Subject to change.
"Man, I'm beat..."
"...tiiini!"
"Heh. Yeah, no kidding."
The conversation between man and dragon was beginning to thin out. It had been a long, taxing week and a half -- and not just for the SOLDIER, who was still struggling to cope with the sudden and disheartening disappearance of his inhuman strength. Angela, the infallible little dragon, had been putting every ounce of her excess energy to good use. The duo had taken out what had seemed like an alarmingly sizable chunk of the local bird and raccoon population... but the creatures always came back, incessantly and, in some cases, aggressive.
The 7-foot long blue beast weaved through his legs from time to time as they made their way through the homestretch to Cherrygrove, chirping and whirring from time to time. The momentum of battle and the delirium of exhaustion had drawn out a bizarre mood from the both of them... and he found himself stopping in the middle of the sigh, interrupted by the shrill squeal of his pokemon.
The dark-haired man flinched reflexively with a shout, thinking he had stepped on Angela's tail. But the dragon's attention was not on her trainer -- it was on a small, brown, spherical bird that was staring rather intently back at the two of them.
Puuffing out his chest and giving it a wily grin, that second wind swept through him as he dug around in his backpack, fishing out one of the Pokeballs, which had been untouched prior.
The process had gone by surprisingly quickly. A couple of minutes in a dragon's stranglehold was more than enough to whittle down the unsuspecting owl's defenses. The animal was caught with relative ease, though Angela had taken a nasty blow to the snout in the process.
Putting the occupied Pokeball away, he contended that he would give the Hoothoot a more thorough examination after everybody had gotten some rest. For now, however, the town was in sight and the Dratini was reminding him of it with a loud whine.
"Alright, kiddo, alright..."
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Why couldn't SHE have gotten a baby dragon?
Growlithe proceeded to shove his head under her hand. She looked down and very awkwardly patted him on the scruff of creamy fur between his ears. Watching him play with Zack had been a bit of an eye-opener and she honestly was not sure how she felt about the pup now...
"That's... damn, that's cool." And she meant it! She'd just noticed how pissed the little thing looked, though...
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It was truly and honestly beyond his mental capacity to figure out why the pokemon was so cross with him. Had he nudged her too hard or something? Maybe she was just getting tired. Yeah, that had to be it.
"... Looks like she's gettin' grouchy ... They've got an Inn that'll accomodate us in Cherrygrove, right?"
FFFFF I can't even take this, Zack and Angela are so cute ;-;
"The Pokemon Center is more or less where everybody crashes-- the couches and cots are kinda uncomfortable, but it sure beats sleepin' on dirt." She looked back with a grin. "I got real sick of that, lemme tell you. So yeah, even if it's crowded, they always find room for more people."
The truth was, given the number of trainers flowing through the town on any given day, a hotel of some sort would probably be more practical.
But this was the Pokemon world.
Screw practicality, we have magical brightly-colored animals!
HE SECRETLY ENVIES YOUR DERP GROWLITHE ;-;!!
"That'll do for us, then." Dirt was all well and good for a while, but damn. A pillow? Sheets? He could handle a squeaky cot. And frankly, he pitied the foo' who tried to steal anything from a grouchy, sleep deprived Dratini.
"I guess I'll see you 'round, then? I've got a few personal matters to wrap up there in Cherrygrove before I head out, so I'll be close by for a while."
The SOLDIER dug in his pocket for an empty pokeball... Just in case Angela's continued tantrum took an 'I'M NOT MOVING AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME' turn.
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And getting her important accessories stolen by her own Pokemon. Heather was gonna be the greatest master of them all.
"I'm sure I'll run into you at some point."
And... hopefully her wounded pride would recover. Zack had proven nice and derpy and forgiving but Heather had a hard time dealing with epic failure. Like dumping herself on her face.
Growlithe, on the other hand, let out a whimper and tried to shove his nose under Zack's hand. ;____; NOOOO NEW BEST FRIEND GOING AWAY?
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TIME FOR MORE PUPPY LOEV. Much to Angela's rage, he obliged Growlithe with a new barrage of cooing and ear-scratching and all-'round attention-giving.
"You gotta be good for Miss Heather, understand? If you're good, then you get to play. Trainer comes first, understand?"
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Poor Angela-- that Growlithe was definitely an attention whore. But not deliberately-- it was just in the nature of dogs.
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"Well... We better get going. Angela looks about ready to snap my neck for keeping her awake this long."
-- To which the dragon growled. Why'd her trainer have to be such a clueless derp? Seriously.
"I'll drop you a line after we've had some rest. It was really great to meet you guys."
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The Growlithe seemed a little resigned, but he plopped down next to his trainer's legs, panting. At least the belly rubs had made up for the abrupt ending of playtime.
Overall, from the pup's point of view, he'd gotten to play, AND made a new friend. So really, it wasn't all that bad.
Dogs are optimists.