009. [Text/Action for Goldenrod Rocket Base]

[twinsanity]

[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.


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[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.]

Comments

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[glaciates]

[...Well, that certainly is a thing, isn't it. Isaac normally comes in here to train - either himself, his Pokémon, or some awful combination of both that usually leaves him scratched up, not that he finds that to be a bad thing - but after seeing that this room is occupied, he was going to leave.

Then that happened and now he's convinced he's not the craziest bitch in the base.]

That's a unique way of training. I didn't realize Remoraids could be used as guns.

[Why this, Alfred.]

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[unkinder]

[Upon discovering the training arena (a little while coming, considering most of his exploring has been isolated to his own room, the science department, and the area from the Pokemon Center to the Game Corner and back), Nagi has found it incredibly useful for giving him a pretty consistent place to train with his few Pokemon in private, particularly his Abra and Ralts, who happen to be with him today. The others come occasionally, but his focus is more on the Psychics, for reasons unknown to everyone but him, apparently.

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.]

action;

[aufsassig]

[Well, the last time Schuldig came across Alfred in the training area of the Goldenrod Rocket Base, things were positively charming — or rather, things were awkward as fuck up until the point when they started talking about interesting ways of murdering people, at which point things became charming and that's probably not something anyone ought to be considering a triumph in any capacity, isn't it.

Surely today will be just as magical!

When he comes in, he's flanked as always by his two Ghost-types, who are fluctuating in and out of sight; more reliably there is the rather nasty-looking Zangoose following along at his heels, holding her claws out and at her sides the way some people hold daggers.

And of course, he stops to watch a bit before disturbing Alfred — long enough to see him put the gunfish to use, and applaud his approval as a result.]

Bravo, encore. That'll sure teach the bastard, won't it?

[action]

[ajustcaws]

[...okay Cynthia was planning on maybe actually doing some training today instead of letting it go by the wayside but

...dang, now she has to watch this. And she will, because haha, holy crap, that's so awesome!]

Wow, I didn't even know you could just have fish floating around on land, much less weaponize them! Yeah, go for it!

[...so you've got a cheerleader, Alfred. How do you feel...]

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[pipers_son]

[Oh look, Alfred, someone is actually responding to the question you posed instead of heckling you during your very important gunfish practice.]

started my own circus all on my own

cant get more cheerier or accomplished than that

[And no children have been kidnapped either, so that's pretty rad too.]

[Text]

[francia]

To put it simply, I've gotten to experience love as humans experience it. That is an amazing thing.

A little less world-changing, I get to fly regularly on a dinosaur that has giant leaves for wings. I've always had a fascination with the fantastic, and that definitely fulfils it.

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[cobraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

Caused record breaking amounts of property damage. I consider that to be quite the accomplishment.

[He doesn't actually know if it's record breaking or not, but hey, it's a lot.]