Alfred Ashford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
twinsanity) wrote2014-08-19 07:22 pm
twinsanity) wrote2014-08-19 07:22 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *text,
- also margarethe,
- also neptune,
- and none for you bye,
- asking for it,
- clearly it's story hour,
- entertain him you assholes,
- for fuck's sake,
- he grew up in antarctica okay,
- obviously a pokemon master,
- pride of the ashford family,
- really blatant animal cruelty,
- responsible human behavior,
- somebody make him stop talking,
- this never ends well,
- this sort of shit's always a good sign,
- totally not lonely shut up,
- welcome to the ashford dynasty,
- where the hell is my shotgun,
- why this,
- why we can't have nice things
009. [Text/Action for Goldenrod Rocket Base]
[TEXT]
So it seems that the running theme on the network this summer is "We're all terrible people and/or have no idea how to handle ourselves in groups." Good to know, I suppose.
Since I'm particularly bored but otherwise actually am having a very good day today (thank you very much), maybe all of you can regale me with some of that optimism you seem to like so much. Or you can be needlessly pessimistic, I don't really care. I just want to hear stories.
So why don't you talk about something you've accomplished since you've been here? I don't care how important it is in the scheme of things. Just something you've gotten done.
Since I'm sure somebody is going to ask for my reasoning in asking, I'm coming up on a year of being here, though I still have some time yet. I suppose this sort of thing is on my mind.
[ACTION]
[Alfred spends so much time in one of the training arenas in the base, just beating the living hell out of his Pokémon, that he might as well move in.
Today he has a couple of more recent additions to his team with him; the first and most obvious is the snarling shark he's got lunging in his general direction. For once, he doesn't seem to mind that the thing is having a go at him; rather to the contrary, he's laughing in a way that isn't exactly comforting, the sound alternating between strange high-pitched giggling and something that's decidedly less annoying but also decidedly less controlled. Fortunately Sharpedos are all speed and no angling maneuverability, so it's fairly easy to get out of the way of it once it charges him; it takes a while for the thing to correct, turn around and have at him again. It's like fighting an incredibly fast sunfish in that regard, really; sharp angles just leave it smacking its face into what's in front of it.
Of course, there comes the occasional moment where the thing corners him, because there are only so many places to go in this room before Alfred finds himself backed up against a sharp angle formed by the joins in the walls; that's when the second Pokémon he's got with him comes into play. He has a Remoraid that he's been keeping close by him, just kind of doing the usual water-type hoverdance by his side; once he finds himself needing it, it doesn't take long for him to...
...dear god, Alfred, what are you doing. Other than "grabbing the fish and bracing it up against you like a rifle, and promptly Aurora Beaming that Sharpedo in the face," that is, because that's exactly what he's doing.
In other words, he's got a gunfish and an irrationally pissed off shark, and he's having himself a grand time. Good lord.]
So it seems that the running theme on the network this summer is "We're all terrible people and/or have no idea how to handle ourselves in groups." Good to know, I suppose.
Since I'm particularly bored but otherwise actually am having a very good day today (thank you very much), maybe all of you can regale me with some of that optimism you seem to like so much. Or you can be needlessly pessimistic, I don't really care. I just want to hear stories.
So why don't you talk about something you've accomplished since you've been here? I don't care how important it is in the scheme of things. Just something you've gotten done.
Since I'm sure somebody is going to ask for my reasoning in asking, I'm coming up on a year of being here, though I still have some time yet. I suppose this sort of thing is on my mind.
[ACTION]
[Alfred spends so much time in one of the training arenas in the base, just beating the living hell out of his Pokémon, that he might as well move in.
Today he has a couple of more recent additions to his team with him; the first and most obvious is the snarling shark he's got lunging in his general direction. For once, he doesn't seem to mind that the thing is having a go at him; rather to the contrary, he's laughing in a way that isn't exactly comforting, the sound alternating between strange high-pitched giggling and something that's decidedly less annoying but also decidedly less controlled. Fortunately Sharpedos are all speed and no angling maneuverability, so it's fairly easy to get out of the way of it once it charges him; it takes a while for the thing to correct, turn around and have at him again. It's like fighting an incredibly fast sunfish in that regard, really; sharp angles just leave it smacking its face into what's in front of it.
Of course, there comes the occasional moment where the thing corners him, because there are only so many places to go in this room before Alfred finds himself backed up against a sharp angle formed by the joins in the walls; that's when the second Pokémon he's got with him comes into play. He has a Remoraid that he's been keeping close by him, just kind of doing the usual water-type hoverdance by his side; once he finds himself needing it, it doesn't take long for him to...
...dear god, Alfred, what are you doing. Other than "grabbing the fish and bracing it up against you like a rifle, and promptly Aurora Beaming that Sharpedo in the face," that is, because that's exactly what he's doing.
In other words, he's got a gunfish and an irrationally pissed off shark, and he's having himself a grand time. Good lord.]
[Action]
Any hopes of finding the arena he usually frequents empty are quickly dashed when he rounds the corner to the sound of laughing, low growls, and dull impacts. With his Abra perched on his shoulder and his Ralts curled up in his arms, he eventually peers in and-
...
He hovers there at the entrance, watching as the Sharpedo trying to hurl itself at the man there is being blasted right in the snout with a well placed Aurora Beam from a Remoraid that he is... holding.
And as he watches, his immediate thoughts go to the fact that this looks like exactly something Schuldig would do with his Pokemon, and very likely has probably tried something similar at least once by now. The Ralts shivers a little and hides her face in his shirt, causing him to sigh as he steps in finally, though he's going to wait for a break in all of that action before attempting to cross the room, there.]
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That said, however, it doesn't take long for Alfred to realize that he is not, in fact, alone in here, if for no better reason than it takes the Sharpedo approximately three seconds to shake off that Aurora Beam and notice that there's a newcomer in the general vicinity of the door. Being a seriously irrationally angry shark right now, he's quick to take interest in whomever is there; since Alfred is not particularly interested in getting...sued or arrested or made to do community service (ugh) due to having accidentally murderkilled a kid in this base, he's going to just. Recall that Sharpedo before he can actually decide to do something other than just glare at the kid and vibrate angrily.
Right. Shark in the ball, gunfish still sort of being held onto. Who the fuck are you.]
Can I help you?
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No. Am I interrupting something?
[He says flatly, glancing over to the Remoraid Alfred is still hanging on to before looking back up at him.
Clearly you're...rather busy here, Alfred, but it looks more like you're screwing around than it does actually training your Pokemon, there.]
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[Sorry, was there a question in there somewhere...]
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[Fine, if you're going to be like that.]
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Maybe I want to know exactly how valuable the property nearly getting itself maimed happens to be.
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[Nagi's gaze narrows briefly as he shifts where he stands to face Alfred a bit more directly, instead of talking at him out of the corner of his mouth.
His eyes fall again onto the Remoraid after a short pause.]
Do you always manhandle your Pokemon in the pursuit of training them?
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What concern is that of yours?
[That wasn't any better.]
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Nagi sighs, glancing down when the Ralts still in his arms finally chances a look at who he's talking to, not quite as unnerved now that the Sharpedo is gone.]
It's the concern of someone curious to know why on earth...that would ever be necessary or appropriate during battle.
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[...you don't say, Alfred.]
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[The way you were giggling like a school girl is telling enough.]