[They told her not to go into the tall grass, but she's been going into the tall grass all her life. You can't stop a hunter from going into the grass! That's where all the good prey is!
Or Pokemon, for that matter. Sasha's sneaking up on a nice decent level Pidgey, wanting one she can at least fly on later, but suddenly the flock flutters and scatters off because there's a sound both them and Sasha pick up before the perpetrator actually shows on the scene.]
Oh my gods! [Sasha groans, faltering forward onto her knees in defeat, head hanging low. This is the third time that this has happened today. Third time. She been nice for too long.] Could you please stop following me?
[The Deerling makes a little noise, but it's a mystery if it's a sound of disappointment or a complete no Pokemon-style. Whatever it is, the Pokemon creeps closer to Sasha and noses at her arm. Come on, human. Accept it! Train it! Be the very best like no one ever was!]
I said please stop following me. I don't know what you are... [A deer with a funny hat.] ...or what you want, but please stop following me.
[Little Deerling does nothing of the sort except stomp its foot in the dirt. Well, this must be an adamant nature one. Just her luck. She's going to call it Jean.]
Okay, but when I turn you into dinner, don't say I didn't warn you.
[With Sasha, that's an actual threat.]
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[The feed starts out in a blur of darkness, though on the very edges of the screen, one can pick out what seems to be natural sunlight. And it is, once the person holding the device pulls it away from her chest shows that a young girl with her brown hair tucked up in a ponyail is perched on a rock somewhere in a forested area. The city part seemed a little too busy and overwhelming for Sasha, a girl who was raised in the woods, so she's more comfortable here even though confusion is still practically slathered all over her face. She's holding a handful of colorful berries in her hand--blue, yellow, pink and green striped, you name it, she has at least enough of them to make one Pokemon very happy.
Yet she's sitting here staring at them, practically drooling.]
Good afternoon! [Oh, wait, the camera's upside down. Give her a second to learn how to live with technology. And indoor plumbing. And electricity!] A lady gave me these berries and told me they were for my Pokemon, but it doesn't want them.
[She swivels a bit and flips the camera towards a brown and beige deerlike animal to her right. Deerlike only because it has weird yellow lines and spots of which Sasha's never seen on an actual deer before and an even weirder flower thing on its head. She hold out the pink and green striped berry to the Deerling who snorts and turns its head away. How rude.
But back to the bigger problem at hand: Sasha's own hunger.]
Sasha Braus | Attack on Titan
[They told her not to go into the tall grass, but she's been going into the tall grass all her life. You can't stop a hunter from going into the grass! That's where all the good prey is!
Or Pokemon, for that matter. Sasha's sneaking up on a nice decent level Pidgey, wanting one she can at least fly on later, but suddenly the flock flutters and scatters off because there's a sound both them and Sasha pick up before the perpetrator actually shows on the scene.]
Oh my gods! [Sasha groans, faltering forward onto her knees in defeat, head hanging low. This is the third time that this has happened today. Third time. She been nice for too long.] Could you please stop following me?
[The Deerling makes a little noise, but it's a mystery if it's a sound of disappointment or a complete no Pokemon-style. Whatever it is, the Pokemon creeps closer to Sasha and noses at her arm. Come on, human. Accept it! Train it! Be the very best like no one ever was!]
I said please stop following me. I don't know what you are... [A deer with a funny hat.] ...or what you want, but please stop following me.
[Little Deerling does nothing of the sort except stomp its foot in the dirt. Well, this must be an adamant nature one. Just her luck. She's going to call it Jean.]
Okay, but when I turn you into dinner, don't say I didn't warn you.
[With Sasha, that's an actual threat.]
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[The feed starts out in a blur of darkness, though on the very edges of the screen, one can pick out what seems to be natural sunlight. And it is, once the person holding the device pulls it away from her chest shows that a young girl with her brown hair tucked up in a ponyail is perched on a rock somewhere in a forested area. The city part seemed a little too busy and overwhelming for Sasha, a girl who was raised in the woods, so she's more comfortable here even though confusion is still practically slathered all over her face. She's holding a handful of colorful berries in her hand--blue, yellow, pink and green striped, you name it, she has at least enough of them to make one Pokemon very happy.
Yet she's sitting here staring at them, practically drooling.]
Good afternoon! [Oh, wait, the camera's upside down. Give her a second to learn how to live with technology. And indoor plumbing. And electricity!] A lady gave me these berries and told me they were for my Pokemon, but it doesn't want them.
[She swivels a bit and flips the camera towards a brown and beige deerlike animal to her right. Deerlike only because it has weird yellow lines and spots of which Sasha's never seen on an actual deer before and an even weirder flower thing on its head. She hold out the pink and green striped berry to the Deerling who snorts and turns its head away. How rude.
But back to the bigger problem at hand: Sasha's own hunger.]
So I can have them instead, right?