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foolishwren) wrote2016-06-07 02:02 am
foolishwren) wrote2016-06-07 02:02 am
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IC CONTACT (Victory Road)
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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or one of the Pokemon ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something.
I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."
Click!
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[This is still a step above being sent "home"-- but only because there's people she knows here. In particular, a PERSON she knows. Who is grimacing about clothes, currently.]
Uh, I've just been browsing.
I can't tell if I should be dressing for cold or hot weather.
[It's fine in the sun, but chilly every time she steps into the shade! WHERE'S HER STICKY GOLDENROD SUMMER]
[The little foodog under her arm barks again, pressing its nubby little snout against her hand. Which reminds her!]
Where's your little, uhhh...?
[THE LITTLE FOX THAT LOOKED LIKE SOMEONE MIXED THE WHITES AND REDS IN THE WASHING MACHINE.]
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If a snowstorm blows through I bet these guys'll jump at the chance to sell us all the coats we could ever want.
[The question though gets him to grimace about something other than clothes.]
Ah. Yeah.
That little demon went back into the ball for now. You didn't happen to hear some really piercing wails a little while ago, did you?
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I might've. To be honest my ears haven't quit ringing since I woke up here.
[She looks down at the dog in her arms, who gazes adoringly up at her in a way that is charming but also achingly familiar. It's a tiny little moppet compared to her real starter, but there's no denying that on some level, All Growlithes Is The Same.]
At least Yap Goblin here is fairly not-piercing.
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Well, he didn't take too kindly to me paying too much attention to the pile of ugly clothes and not to his majesty. So he screamed and then bit me on the ankle--not too hard, I've had worse from bigger. Every local nearby looked like they were about to have to change pants over it though, let me tell you.
[Which was bizarre. He's used to people barely batting an eye at an entire Charizard throwing a tantrum, much less a fluffy little thing like his new companion.]
I think the universe decided that I didn't deserve another Chimera [his expression does finally waver here, and he pauses a few seconds too long before he keeps going. Ouch. Clothes aside, he really is missing his team.] so it decided to start me with a real brat instead.
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[She lowers her voice as she says this-- not because she's PARTICULARLY worried about being overheard, it's just that it's so bizarre.]
[She'd been half-listening when a lot of this was explained, too preoccupied with the absence of the animals she was literally surrounded by 24/7 to have it all really sink in. The part about Pokemon companions not really being common had stood out a little, but it wasn't until they'd actually walked into "camp" that it really hit.]
Someone actually backed away from me like I had a gun when I walked up to them holding this thing.
[She shifts the Growlithe to both hands, holding it up to Envy.]
Look at her.
Imagine what would happen if I had Cujo here instead.
I think someone would literally drop dead at the sight of him.
[Like Envy, saying her starter's name is surprisingly difficult. It catches her off-guard. But she can tell he's experiencing the same feeling. And hell, she remembers witnessing his and Chimera's first-ever meeting. All those years ago.]
... At least you're here.
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Cujo'd have a terrible time here, nobody would pet him. He'd wither away.
[At what she says next, he grins...and nods a little more fervently than he'd really meant to. He doesn't even want to think about the idea of showing up here on his own.]
There is that.
...glad you're here too.
[Oh no this is starting to allow for too much thinking and too many feelings right this second. And here he'd been going to be distracting her, not getting caught up in it himself. Maybe time to change subjects.]
Do you think the machine thing caught everyone? Lust might be around somewhere, we could look for her later.
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[She tucks the dog who is not Cujo back under one arm and picks up a pair of sort of ragged-looking shorts-- the table of donated clothing had already been somewhat picked-over by the time she actually got to it.]
Yeah, I was kind of distracted when I woke up so I didn't notice who was here, just... that a lot of people were.
[DID it catch everyone? It had been so hard to pick out faces in the crowd when all anybody was focusing on in the heat of the moment was NOT STRANGLING CARA LISS.]
C'mon, let's find somewhere to change that isn't out in front of everyone and their grandma.
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Yeah, let's. The new stuff might be weird but at least it's not ripped to hell.
[He does take a moment to frown down at the ruins of his outfit.]
Ugh...I really liked this shirt too.
[Luckily there are plenty of other people changing and so there's private tents and spots available--nobody, especially not the locals, wants to see a lot of naked time travelers today on top of everything else.]
[It takes Envy a hot minute to actually figure out how to put the top on, but at least the pants are easy enough. And he could definitely look worse! He even managed to find a new black headband.]
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I'll buy you another one if we ever make it back to the future.
[(Mental note: find an excuse to yell GREAT SCOTT!! at some point during all this nonsense.)]
[Ten minutes later or so, Heather emerges as well! In addition to the scrappy outfit she'd assembled, she's settled on a pair of cozy boots and a plain blue cap. She's worn olden-timey traditional clothes once or twice in Ecruteak just for kicks and this isn't too different, but it'll certainly take some getting used to.]
There.
We'll fit right in.
[Her new Growlithe is on the ground now, panting happily and wagging her curly tail.]
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I dunno, are you sure those clothes aren't as messed up as the ones we got here in?
[He's grinning though.]
The colors suit you, I gotta say. You almost match the little guy.
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Hey, tell me you wouldn't see a pair of shorts just like this on a mannequin in the Goldenrod Department Store.
[DISTRESSED DENIM IS SO "IN" RIGHT NOW! ..... In the future.]
I'll pick out something better later.
And, I think she's a girl. Not that I've like... looked real hard or anything. ... Actually, I haven't really done a whole lot of looking in general.
[She glances down at the Growlithe, who has hopped up to put her stubby paws on Heather's thigh so that she may better sniff at the belt tying it all together. Then sighs and pats the dog's head.]
[She's certainly progressed LIGHT YEARS from when she'd first arrived in Johto and come face to face with a living representation of like three of her worst phobias combined into one being-- but she still feels a little bit bad for not immediately bonding with this one.]
Sorry, pooch.
It's not your fault that you're not my idiot dog from home. You're probably smarter than he is.
[action]
[Envy's not entirely sure about the idea of needing to wrap his torso like a mummy every time he puts his shirt on, but FOR THE MOMENT...]
[He does hold out his hand for the Growlithe to sniff if she's so inclined--he doesn't want to make a bad first impression on his girlfriend's new dog if they're gonna be here any length of time.]
We can only hope.
...it is weird though, she does look like a Growlithe, mostly. And mine looks like a Zorua that fell in a bucket of paint. You think this is like...different species or like the Alola ones?
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[The little Growlithe-- which is roughly the size of a cocker spaniel-- sniffs Envy's proffered hand enthusiastically, bathing it in hot breath in the process.]
[Heather watches this exchange thoughtfully, hands resting on her hips.]
Oh, these have to be regional forms. I'm sure of it. No way something this similar could be a coincidence. Plus, I know a Growlithe when I see one.
[Satisfied that she has smelled everything that Envy has touched in the last 24 hours, Heather's new starter sits on her trainer's foot and just looks up at them, mouth wide open and panting happily.]
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Luvdisc and Alomomola both exist, you never know. But yeah...maybe these are all weird extinct versions.
[He does privately wonder if these Growlithe are all this small or not. Then again, he's used to Cujo, who ALSO isn't normal. He doesn't want to bring up the direct comparison right now though.]
[He does, however, pull a show-off pose.]
Still though, what do you think? I spent all that time picking it out, you gotta tell me.