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Uh, hm... [says John, stopping completely in his tracks to ponder this. He's really only confident about the original 150.]

There is definitely a hermit crab one that I see around the beach in Goldenrod...

[He trails off again, still thinking. Preacher, the Quagsire with John, mutters quietly to himself, a broad, doofy smile on his face as he begins to 'secretly' sidle over towards Grant. His feet gently go paf on the sand as he purposefully looks out at the water instead of at the man he's slowly approaching.]

I am pretty sure this is the only one that looks like a normal crab, though.

[He feels like that is probably generally weird for the environment? Like the...segments that he learned about over a decade ago in school. The levels that animals go into. That thing. There should probably be a higher variety of crabs but instead there are like. Two? Four if you count the evolutions. How does the Pokemon world even work?! He thinks it's highly probable that Jade might get kind of irritated about the world's biological structure. Or maybe it's fine because it's a game and she is already a magical furry.

Anyway, he's totally missed the real question, about the size, thanks to dealing with weirdly huge animals for years now.]

[Paint their teammates' portraits, campaign against junk food in Pokémon Center vending machines, campaign against the very existence of the electrical grid that powers the Pokémon Center vending machines, ponder the harmonious coastal vibe born from the union of navy blue sofas and white drapes...]

Even in a situation where we are not allowed to wield weapons? That's truly impressive. I've been trained with plenty of weapons myself, but punches and kicks have never come easily to me.

Oh, fantastic. Guess I can't be too surprised, given this--

[Wait, that? As in there's one here?

Grant turns around and takes an immediate, involuntary step back.]

Sssshhit. Wow. Okay.

[He almost censors himself there, but... there are no kids around, it's fine. Just let it out.]

Edited 2020-09-15 04:53 (UTC)

It's okay. Easy.

[Shiro steps forward to steady the other man, while Green heaves herself up from the sand, trilling at the Kingler.]

[It bubbles unpleasantly, but continues scuttling on its way to the ocean.]

Most of them don't want to bother us. And for those that do... We've got some on our side.

a. brother from another mother, sister from another mister

[ Seems like the powers that be in this place jam-packed the schedule because not just one, but two people are waking up in the fateful pre-teen bedroom of New Bark Town this morning. In the same pre-teen bed, actually.

The last thing Kirishima remembers is going to sleep in his own dorm room, so the waking up cozy part isn't weird. No, the first thing that tips things into the bizarre is the subtle music that rouses him. See, Kirishima is neighbors to his school's resident bad-boy so if any music was going to come through the walls, it'd likely be something aggressive, not this... cheerful jingle-esque stuff.

Of course, the next thing is the most startling. After blinking awake, staring at the ceiling a moment, and rubbing his eyes in bemusement at the music, Kirishima moves to begin his morning routine by rolling out of bed and putting his feet on the floor. However, he's waylaid by the fact he starts to roll on top of the other body in the bed.

If your character wasn't awake yet, they sure as hell are now as Kirishima gives a loud yelp of surprise and practically slams himself into the nearby wall in an effort to get away. ]

Woah!

[ Good morning, sleepy-head, there's a teenaged boy gawking down at you. And my, what big teeth his has - every visible tooth in his open, dumbfounded mouth is as sharp as a shark's. The other notable feature is shoulder-length, fire-engine red hair and the fact he is shirtless. Kirishima trains his body hard and normally he's far from ashamed of it, but being startled has him snatching up the sheets to cover his bare chest. Don't worry - he's got sweatpants on below.

So begins a very confusing morning for the two who are about to be adopted by the same Mom. ]

b. if not through, then over!

[ Union Cave finds itself party to yet another visitor as a young trainer and his Machop stride with confidence into the dark stone formation. At first, it's great, and anyone is welcome to come across a teenaged boy with red, spiky hair being entirely too loud about hyping up his Pokemon while the Machop lifts and punches its way through various boulders. The human himself is no slouch in that department, even playing a game of tossing a rock nearly the size of his Machop back and forth between them for a little while. Of course, he has to catch and squat the weight to make sure it doesn't snap his spine or tweak his back, but it's a great work-out!

The biggest issue comes when the Machop tries to punch through a rock attached to a much larger system. An Onix awakens from its midday snooze and gives reason for the entirely-too-loud pair to yell as it chases them out of the tunnels and back into broad daylight.

Outside, panting from both exertion and lingering fear of that monstrous rock snake, Kirishima tries to console his partner with his hands on his knees. ]

Hey, it's fine, dude! We could've definitely taken that thing in a head-to-head fight! It just got the element of surprise on us!

[ Machop folds his arms and huffs loudly, glaring back towards the cave where they'd last seen the Onix roar after them before burrowing into the depths. ]

Man, if my Quirk ever comes back, you'll see. We'll be unstoppable!

But hey... let's take a break for now, okay?

[ If not this scene or the pair dejectedly passing a bottle of water between them outside, there's also the potential to come across the scene of these two idiots later in the evening, when Kirishima reasoned it could be just as good training to try and climb the mountain ~~rather than potentially run into another Onix in the dark~~.

Yeah, that turns out with Kirishima dangling at the end of his much shorter, but much stronger Machop's arm about forty feet up the rock wall. They're at a bit of an impasse, as Machop is afraid to let Kirishima go even as he insists he's got his foothold back again, yet the Pokemon is still too low-level to actually scale this thing one-handed. ]

Maybe I shoulda used the rope to tie us together, huh...

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Edited 2020-09-15 13:32 (UTC)

[Estinien's eyes catch sight of some idiot clinging to the side of the mountain as he's flying by on dragonback--he watches for a bit before realizing that whoever it is,, they're probably fairly stuck. He taps both of Ratatoskr's shoulders in a signal to get her attention and direct her towards the mountain.

Luckily he's good at projecting his voice, so he doesn't need to get too close, lest the wind from his mount's wings buffet the kid right off the rock face.]

Ho, there!

[ Not too long ago, Kirishima could have confidently ordered his Machop to just drop him and absorb the fall that came. Hell, he could have just made his hands into stone claws and gecko'd his way up this cliff face. Now, though, he's in the midsts of trying to coax his partner into letting him take the real risk of falling and break something - to be honest, he's not so confident any more, which is probably why Machop just isn't buying what he's selling.

Fortunately, a savior arrives. At least, Kirishima hopes that's the case and this pale-haired guy isn't just going to laugh at them. Actually, he could take the laughter as long as help came with it.

For a second, the redhead gawks a bit at the Flygon in what Estinien might identify as the sort of wonder that comes with seeing something awesome for the first time. Despite being in a pretty sticky predicament, Kirishima can't help but be amazed by an actual dragon how cool is that??? ]

Y-Yo! Any chance you could help us out?

[ He smiles out at the man and uses the one arm he has free to sheepishly rub the back of his neck. This is... embarrassing, quite frankly, especially since the more he stares at the stranger astride his Pokemon the cooler he looks. But not as embarrassing as a broken leg or who knows what, he reasons. ]

[Estinien has had some time to get used to the limitations this world places on them, even if he doesn't appreciate them. He looks Ratatoskr in the eye, gauging how she feels about the extra weight--she nods her head and carefully flies forward, reaching out with her small forearms to give the kid something to grab onto.

(He doesn't laugh, that would involve Estinien being a far more mirthful person than he actually is. He's just quietly judging a little. Not too much.)]

Hold on.

[Which is, perhaps, a redundant command. But Ratatoskr isn't exactly built to carry someone in her arms, small as they are, and Estinien still has to pluck the Machop off the cliff face too before they can make their way down.]

[ Kirishima, an eternal optimist until slapped with evidence to the contrary, simply believes that Estinien is too honorable to laugh at him.

Machop makes a growling, protesting sound as the Flygon comes closer and the wind currents begin to batter them. ]

Easy.

[ Kirishima reassures him, pressing tight to the stone until Ratatoskr seems to have hit a spot where she's hovering steadily. Now she's close, he can see there's a little bit of a flaw in the length of her arms, reminding him briefly of a T-Rex. Just like T-Rex, though, she's still fucking awesome to look at.

The redhead stretches out his arm and grabs Ratatoskr's forearm in a firm grip, though he has to push off the wall with his legs to achieve it. He's now dangling like the center length of a chain between the two Pokemon. ]

Okay, Machop, let go!

[ He calls back to his partner. What he means is that Machop needs to let go of his arm so he can use both to hold onto the Flygon. What happens is Machop lets go of the wall. ]

Oh crap!

[ Kirishima is now clinging on for dear life to these Pokemon, eyes wide with some fear and a whole lot of apology as both his weight and Machop's are dragging at the dragon's forelimb. ]

[Luckily for both of them, Ratatoskr is stronger than her tiny little trex arms would imply. She huffs a little, but can definitely hold on long enough for Estinien to release his second flyer from his pokeball and bend down to also make sure he has a grip so no one falls before his Corviknight can get into place.

Ratatoskr backwings a little, moving away from the wall so Temple can get under both Kirishima and his Machop. Once the giant metal bird is in place under Kirishima's dangling feet, Estinien lets go of his wrist.]

Let go. Temple will catch you.

[Tonbokiri had made sure to get out out of the cave as quickly as possible once they heard that rampaging Onix. Since Tonbokiri doesn't have a weapon and he's still figuring out what his Pokemon is capable of, he knew better than to try and face an Onix head on.

So once Kirishima is outside, he may find himself near a tall, similarly redheaded man who's built like a brick house and gently petting a Mudbray to calm him down.]

Ah, I see you made it out as well. These Onix tend to go on rampages quite easily...

[ The fact Machop is holding onto him and likewise depending on him to hold on to Flygon is what keeps Kirishima hanging on, though the strain is clear on his face and the snarl of his mouth, especially when they start to move. He might not be as strong as he used to be, but he's strong enough. Red eyes flash over Estinien as he leans over to help; ridiculously, he's more scared either of these samaritans are going to get hurt. But Estinien doesn't even seem to be bothered, which gives Kirishima confidence.

He doesn't hesitate to obey, dropping as soon as he can pry his fingers out of their death-grip. Onto the back of a metal bird. ]

Woah!

[ He was expecting feathers, not armor, but he's not about to complain. His now-free arm moves to try and find purchase on the steely feathers while the other one immediately wraps around his Machop and drags him into his lap like a big brother about to let his kid sibling take the steering wheel of the car while he pushes the pedals. Only his legs are gripping the Corviknight's neck as best he can. ]

Thanks, Temple!

[ Adrenaline is pounding through him right now. Holy crap, they're really flying! ]

[ Did a cloud just pass over the sun? No, it's just the shadow cast by a huge dude.

As someone who is rather obsessive about his own physique and the concept of manliness in general, Kirishima has to stare a moment before he bursts into an amiable, if awkward little laugh. He straightens up immediately to not look as out-of-breath as he's feeling. ]

Yeah? I mean... [ Rubbing the back of his neck. ] I'd probably get pretty mad too if someone just walked up and punched me in the ass and I think I'm a pretty patient guy.

[ Which he now realizes might not make a lot of sense. He cringes a bit sheepishly, the gesture showing off rows of clenched, serrated teeth as he glances over to Machop. ]

It was an accident. Sorry if we scared you guys.

Oh, so that's what happened. Well, I suppose what matters is that we are all safe. [Though he personally wouldn't go up to an Onix and try to punch it...]

I'm alright, though it seems Umatarou here was a bit shaken. I suppose horses will always scare easily, no matter what world you are in.

[And Tonbokiri would know, having a lot of experience looking after horses back home. Though at least his Mudbray seems to have calmed down, nosing at some blades of grass.]

Yeah, you're right about that.

[ Though he can't help but share a sidelong look with his Machop. Kirishima ridiculously feels kind of like a coward for running away, nevermind the fact they were running from a giant rock snake monster. Judging from the folded arms and the way Machop won't look at anyone else gathered, he guesses the little dude feels something of the same.

Kirishima returns his attention to the man and his... mule? Horse? The guy says horse, so horse it is. He's never seen a Mudbray, in any case. Reaching for his bag, Kirishima opens it and fishes around for his PokeDex. On the way, however, he's distracted by finding a bottle of water.

Wrenching that sucker right out! He cracks open the top with a twist and then nudges his Machop with his leg, silently handing the bottle down to the Pokemon. Machop perks out of his sulk to greedily grab hold of the thing with both hands and begins to guzzle. Kirishima cringes. He wanted some of that too, buddy... oh well. ]

What about the war horses that go charging into battle? Where I'm from, people had to fight with swords and spears and bows and the armies that won usually did it on the backs of horses.

[ He sounds a bit excited with the explanation, though he's also smiling at Mudbray in what he hopes to be an encouraging manner. It's okay, buddy! ]

Ah, I'm Kirishima by the way! This is Machop.

I am Tonbokiri. Pleased to meet you, Kirishima-dono. [Tonbokiri doesn't drop his old-fashioned formalities easily.]

Ah, yes, I am familiar with those horses. It's much the same where I'm from. Though those horses had to be as well-trained as the people who rode them, so that they could serve their riders well. No doubt that is also the case with these creatures.

[Of course, what Tonbokiri doesn't mention is that way back in those days, he was one of those spears that samurai would carry into battle on horseback. And now that he has a human body, he can ride into battle on horseback himself. He's kept largely quiet about what his true nature is while he's been here, as he doubts most people would believe him anyway.

He also can't help but laugh a little at Machop guzzling all that water. Sorry, Kirishima.] I'm sure your friend needs the hydration after what just happened.

[ A little grin flashes across Kirishima's face, surprised but delighted by the honorific. He's not sure if he's being teased, but he likes it either way. When Tonbokiri laughs, the younger man can't help a little chuckle himself. ]

It's okay. There's gotta be a river or something nearby - you can hear the water running in the cave. That or we can walk back to town.

[ Clearly he should have taken a couple of sips himself before handing the bottle over, but live and learn. He can bear it; his Pokemon takes priority over him. Speaking of, there's a loud, crackle-crunch sound as Machop attempts to squeeze the last vestiges of moisture out of the bottle. Another note to self - buy a big jug that's more refillable and less breakable. ]

You're a trainer too, right, Tonbokiri-sama? [ He certainly trains himself, at least, Kirishima has already noted with some admiration. ] So I'm sure with some practice you could have a war horse if you wanted! Nobody really just starts out being brave.

[Estinien had long since gotten over any possible fear of heights or falling. He'd also gotten a harness so he could secure himself to Ratatoskr's back, he's not so reckless as to not take any precautions, and he'd spent enough time studying the riding gear in the old stables at Sohm Al to know how to put something similar together. He's confident that any falling he does do would be entirely intentional.

He gives a hand signal and Temple starts an easy descent to the ground, which Ratatoskr follows. Once they land, he unfastens the straps holding him down and slides off her back, looking down at the boy.]

Are you unharmed?

Ah...just Tonbokiri is fine. And yes, I am. [The only other person who's ever used "-sama" for him is Kuwana, but that's only because he's long given up on convincing Kuwana to do otherwise.

I'm sure Umatarou here will become a fine steed in time. Apparently he is supposed to...evolve, I believe? At some point in his training. [At least, that's what he's been told.]

[ A hand signal? Man, he's got to remember that... so cool.

Once they're on the ground, Kirishima leans back and allows his Machop to hop off the armored avian before carefully climbing down himself. Considering he's never ridden anything before, the dismount is a little awkward, and though he'd have landed on his feet, he finds himself caught bridal-style in the arms of his Machop. It looks absolutely ridiculous - his torso is half-dangling out of the hold thanks to how broad he is, for one. ]

Hey!

[ He yelps in surprise, gawping at his Pokemon, who meets him back with the most smug smirk. Oh. This is payback for manhandling him earlier. Not for the first time, Kirishima is startled by the intelligence of a creature who isn't quite human. ]

Okay. That's fair.

[ Kirishima gives a reluctant little smirk, though he still sets his hand atop the Pokemon's ridged head for leverage to stand up.

Once he's on his feet, he turns to address Estinien, his smile becoming more wry. ]

Yeah. I mean my pride as a man has taken a blow, but we're okay. Right, Machop?

[ Maaachop. The Pokemon sets his hands on his hips and flexes. It's not very impressive, but it does convey a certain sense of reassurance. Kirishima grins. ]

Thanks for the save, guys. I don't think that could've been any more awesome! I didn't know Pokemon could get more amazing!

[ He beams at the trio, eyes bright and excited as he finally gets to give them a proper look-over. To Estinien: ]

You must be a really strong trainer.

Only if just Kirishima's fine with you.

[ He challenges the other with a hand on his hip, a cock of the head, and a playful little grin. He perks at being told the Pokemon should evolve. Right! He was doing something before! ]

Oh, you didn't get a PokéGear when you came here?

[ Kirishima lifts his bag once more to rifle through it, eventually coming up with the aforementioned device. ]

This thing's amazing!

[ After adeptly altering something on the device ( kids and their smartphones, amirite ), Kirishima points it towards Umatarou and the electronic voice begins its spiel of introducing the pokemon. His jaw drops a bit at the revelation that this creature eats mud, quickly looking towards the Mudbray's mouth. He'd just assumed it was eating grass! ]

Well...I suppose that's fair.

I do have one, but I still haven't quite gotten the hang of using it yet. I'm afraid I'm not the best with technology...

[Tonbokiri may be currently from the 22nd century, but being as old-fashioned as he is, he still hasn't really gotten used to modern tech. Other swords may have embraced it, but he's still an old soul.

Meanwhile, Umatarou is happily munching on some grass and the dirt it was growing in. Delicious!]

[ Look, so Kirishima isn't the only one that might have gone to bed in one place only to show up in another. Katsuki is definitely the type that goes to bed earlier than the others and, occasionally, gets up earlier to get his day going. That's not a thing that is going to happen this morning - likely because his alarm isn't going to be going off to let him know that it's about that time.

Instead there's some really cheerful music and it only serves to make Bakugou pull the blankets over his head. One neighbor in the dorms most definitely does not wake up before him. However the four-eyes that lives below? Oh Katsuki can see him listening to this shit and the poor guy is going to get an earful from the explosive teen later.

At least that's the thought... Until something bumps into him and yelps. That catches his attention, making him realize he's definitely not there alone. So before he can think to at least see who, the blond is already throwing off the blankets and kicking whoever it is out. ]

The fuck are you doing in my room?

[ Someone's gonna die. ]

[ Bakugou does not kick Kirishima out of the bed considering their positions, but he does kick the redhead further up against the wall. The foot slams him right in the gut and it hurts. With how tense he is right now, he'd have thought he'd be hardened there, but apparently not. Fortunately, since he is actually clenching his abdomen, it doesn't knock the wind out of him. The little wheeze he gives is more from pain than anything else.

He grabs at the blonde's foot, trying to haul it harmlessly up into the air before it can do any more damage can be done. ]

WHAT THE HELL, MAN?! YOU'RE IN MY ROOM!!!

[ They are both incorrect, of course, but Kirishima's too focused on glaring down at his friend to realize that just yet. Fuck, that hurt, you jerk!

Kirishima gives in to pettiness and attempts to use the leg to toss Bakugou out of the bed. He can take it. Besides, a warm-up before breakfast is Kirishima's routine; might as well make it a brawl. ]

[ There is a pause, actually. A dawning realization that it's the stupid redhead in here with him. Under plenty of circumstances, this would be pretty normal. Maybe not in bed, but sharing space? Sure.

...But why did his kick connect with flesh?

Not enough time to think about it because Kirishima is reacting and snatching up Bakugou by the ankle. It immediately sets him off. ]

LIKE HELL I AM!

[ Go ahead and try to toss! Katsuki can totally take it, but so can his friend. That's why it's nothing for the blonde to twist and try to grab onto the other teen. Get his hand on Kirishima's face to start with -

And nothing. Absolutely nothing happens. ]

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