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[When Jean turns the feed on, initially, his face is upside down. He's obviously still a little new to the technology. But this has happened before, enough times that after a minute, he corrects it himself. That also makes his surroundings a bit clearer. Over his shoulder is a Zebstrika that is intently watching his work. In the background, a Pidgeot and a Beedrill zip in and out of the picture as they spar with each other.]
Alright. So, I've finally made it to Azalea Town. It's... Even more backwater than the first three. And getting through Union Cave was a Zubat-filled hell. But this is where the next Gym is, so this is where I want to be.
[Behind him, the Pigeot strikes the Beedrill just so, and gains the upper hand with a cry of victory. Jean looks over his shoulder and nods at it in approval.]
Good work, Penny. Keep watching Prick's movements. Get really used to how Bug Types maneuver.
[The Pidgeot nodded, and took back to the air to clash with the Beedrill yet again. The Zebstrika turned around to watch them as well.]
I'm training up Penny here against Prick so she can really have the upper hand against the Gym Leader here. Make it more than just a type advantage, you know? Aside from a million Caterpie and Weedle, I don't have much experience battling Bug Types. And I've heard Bugsy has some rare ones.
If anyone has some advice I haven't heard yet, I'd appreciate it.
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At the Pokemon Center in Azalea Town, Jean is using the PC system. Or at least, he's trying to. He's jabbing his finger a little too insistently at the touch screen in all the wrong places, and hunting and pecking at the keyboard like a kindergartner. And it's getting him nowhere. The Zebstrika at his side is beginning to look seriously concerned.
His temper flares, and he makes a fist like he's ready to punch the screen, and then... Let's it fall with a pained grumble. He's too old to be breaking shit out of frustration. Instead, he takes a step back, and considers the machine again, his chin resting thoughtfully in his hand.
He could use some help. Or even just a distraction. Anything other than more technology, please.
network - AWKWARD AHOY
You've got a good idea already. Type and strength advantage is your best bet at first. Once you've got a bigger team, then you can start planning different strategies out.
I am so, so sorry ;;
I know I'm kinda undermanned, but I don't really think I can take on any more of these guys right now. I'd need a steady way of staying supplied, and I don't have the means. They eat like full grown men, you know?
WHAT NO, YOU'RE FINE
Well, yeah, they do. But once you start winning badges and battles, the income stays pretty steady.
It'll be all right, once you're more on your feet.
sorry for Shiro! Sad space dad!
he's fine it's fine
[It's a decent guess anyway. Who else "from home" would be telling Jean something like that? Maybe Annie, but...]
Maybe not in Violet. But afterward, you might, for sure.
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[Not Annie. Maybe never Annie. Jean's calmed down significantly after a few years of service, but it's still hard for him to reconcile his feeling about Marley's titan shifters.]
Well, I hope I can get some kind of steady funding by then. I'm getting a taste for this lifestyle.
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[Known him, adopted him, been saved by him. Armin is family, will probably always be family.]
[Like Jean had been.]
The gym should help out with that. And training against other people. It pays pretty well, somehow.
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Oh look, it's this douchebag. He's no better with technology than Jean, but introduces his suggestion with the kind of confidence you only see in the most mediocre of white men. If his name wasn't Gaston, it would be Chad.
"I think punching it would help."
Behind Gaston, his Ponyta looks at Jean's Zebstrika and rolls her eyes. Seriously, these are their trainers? Gaston's Houndoom isn't even paying attention; he's found a sunbeam and gone to sleep.
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Domino inclined his head a bit at the Ponyta in agreement. His trainer was a bit of a hotheaded fool, but he'd been calming down by measures each day as he figured out how the Pokemon world worked. And he was more than sufficient at caring for the three of his Pokemon. None of them were abused or neglected, Even Prick, whom Jean maintained an air of animosity with.
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Gaston nods at Jean's comments, still looking over his shoulder at the screen, for all intents and purposes looking like he's listening and taking in everything Jean is saying... and then he reaches out and tweaks the screen. It's not a punch! Just a tweak, to see what happens.
Steed nods at Domino and trots a little closer. Is it time to talk about their trainers? Hell yes, it is! Steed knows that her trainer is eager for her to evolve so he can ride her, but she's just not sure about that. Look at the size of the guy! She'll have to be positively massive Rapidash to support him! She thinks, privately, that he might be better off with a Mudbray.
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Domino gave a knicker of agreement. That man looked like he would give a Mudsdale a hard time. As for himself, he wasn't sure he would ever get big enough for Jean to ride him, but he would like to if he could. Jean was tall, but he was lean and light, so it probably wouldn't be too hard.
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Obviously. Gaston leans further over Jean's shoulder, getting completely and massively into his space, and taps at the screen again. "This is how it works on the little one they give you! It should work the same way on the big one."
Sadly, 17th century France wasn't great for technology either, and despite getting some lessons from more modern people, Gaston is still no pro. The computer groans a little when he taps it again, and the screen starts flickering. "You see? It's doing something!"
Steed is glad Domino understands, and whickers softly. She thinks Domino shouldn't have problems once he evolves. His trainer looks light and easier to carry. Hopefully they'll both evolve to be big enough to be the noble steeds they were meant to be!
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Why didn't you just say so, Jean? Gaston pulls a Pokeball from his belt, and looks over his shoulder. "Steed! In your ball!"
His tone brooks no argument, and Steed slinks over, meekly allowing herself to be put in her ball. Then Gaston leans over the keyboard, punching the G and then the A keys with one finger, which prompts his name to come up. Then he... just kind of shoves the ball at the computer screen. There's a flash of light, a soft chime, and there's a new Pokeball on the screen, labeled
Why didn't you just say so, Jean? Gaston pulls a Pokeball from his belt, and looks over his shoulder. "Steed! In your ball!"
His tone brooks no argument, and Steed slinks over, meekly allowing herself to be put in her ball. Then Gaston leans over the keyboard, punching the G and then the A keys with one finger, which prompts his name to come up. Then he... just kind of shoves the ball at the computer screen. There's a flash of light, a soft chime, and there's a new Pokeball on the screen, labeled <font="Courier">Steed</font>.
"See? It's not difficult at all!"
Gaston had practiced this a lot with Team Rocket, to make sure he'd know how to make a stolen Pokemon disappear quickly.
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dammit, Otter, you're supposed to tell me when I bork my html!
no one makes invalid markups quite like gaston
no technology, how about a rock?
Instead, she makes a show of peering down Jean's shoulder, his voice like a cheery, bright bell. "Wowee, you sure aren't any good at that, are you?" The observation is made with that same blunt, cheery honesty of a little kid.
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"Cut it out!" What was it, some kind of talking Pokemon? There was a weird, rubbery quality to how her limbs were wrapped around his body. He couldn't feel the crooks of her elbows or knees. "I wasn't gonna break it, I swear!"
He said that like someone who had been admonished for doing that exact thing very recently...
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Of course, everything is part of a game to her. Such is life when you've literally been made to be a living toy.
"It's okay, I can help." She leans over his shoulder, putting her face face-to-face with his. Unfortunately, being a human now, her body has become stiff and static, unable to stretch or bounce or do anything really fun. But Spinel is not letting that keep her down, still throwing herself around with little regard to her new limitations. "Friends always help friends."
Welcome to your new friend Spinel, Jean. You get no choice in this friendship.
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"I don't remember agreeing to that!" Jean started to swat behind himself once he felt he had his balance back. The weight of one little girl wasn't much for him... If she would just stop squirming! "If you're really here to help, you'd get off me!"
Domino was stomping his hooves, snorting, and tossing his head in the general direction of the kerfuffle. His spiky fur stood on end as a ripple of electricity ran down his spine, but he did not attack. He was a good Pokemon, and good Pokemon didn't attack humans unless they really needed to.
Spinel has one braincell and it is her machop.
That done, she does drop herself to the ground, her hands on Jean's shoulder as she all but flips over him, neatly landing on her feet with the grace of a cat. Once on her feet, she mimes rolling back her sleeves with overly comical, exaggerated motions. "Okay, what game are you trying to play?"
Clearly, nobody does anything that is not some form of playing around.
A fairly runty looking Machop stands there, watching the proceedings, nervously wringing his hands together. When Domino starts stomping his hoof, he throws him a beseeching look. Please, forgive his human. She is... She is special. She means well. Really. Also please ignore the Mime Jr hanging around his neck, cheering on the situation. They really don't want to cause a fuss!
Lol maybe one day it will be big enough to physically restrain her
"I'm not playing a game." What kind of game would someone even play on these weird screen things anyways? "I wanted to see if you can really put you Pokemon in this thing, and it'll keep them for you, like everyone's been saying."
Luckily for the nervous Machop, Domino was more or less placated once the girl stopped touching his trainer. He blew his lips in an exasperated manner at the scrawny Pokemon. Does she do this to everyone she crosses?
Never.
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[This young girl sounds incredibly defensive of the computer, as if it's a living thing, but to Sasha it's less that it's still a strange piece of magical equipment and more than it's expensive. Therefore, the object is deserving of respect, because if she punched everything she couldn't understand here, she'd be broke. And being broke means not having the pokedollars for snacks. And that's terrible.]
If you need help, just ask for help!
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