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ohmyarceus2017-09-07 07:37 pm
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[If he believed that normal cities actually existed, Goldenrod would maybe be one. Except for the music everywhere and the colorful wee beasties following around children. And adults. And really just a lot of people in hats.
Well, he figures, someone will tell him where he is eventually. That, or they'll try to kill him. So he keeps wandering, staying a safe distance from the beasties and their odd cries. He's never been on a planet with this many sorts of alien before. The ones that look like dogs are probably all right, but they're aliens. You never know with aliens.
Right. He's not lost. He can't be lost if he doesn't know where he was going in the first place, so he's very definitely not lost. And he very definitely turns into the alley on purpose. It's normal, as far as alleys go, and he's looking around as he goes -- but he's looking around at head-height, so he doesn't have any warning when something tiny and pink hits him in the knees and he goes over, hard.
Ow.
He rolls over and onto his feet and goes for his knife. Which is gone. He goes for the one in his sock. It's gone too. The beastie makes a noise like a cat's mew, and he stares at it. It's tiny, pink and brown with huge eyes, and it looks more like a toy than any alien he's seen. It's also definitely staring back. He takes a hesitant step toward it, hands out in front of him. It mews again, and then it jumps.
He takes a swing at it and misses, and it hits him in the stomach so hard that it knocks the breath out of him. He lands on his back and tries to grab it, but when he does it starts flailing out of control with strength it's too wee to fairly have.]
Get off, ya wee -- ow! You cannae just -- ow! Get off!
[If anyone hears the ruckus and turns down this street, they're going to find a Scotsman on the ground getting the crap kicked out of him by a Stufful.]
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[At least she's not laughing? Laughing implies more emotional investment than she's displaying; this is a sort of vaguely detached interest. Like all this might answer a question that's been sort of bothering her lately. Namely, can a single low-level Stufful tear off a grown man's limbs?]
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Oh, no. None at -- oof -- all.
[He manages to get two of its legs in his hands and roll halfway on top of it, where it immediately starts to kick and flail. Just to get the kicking away from him, he sort of wraps himself around the angry Stufful.
He realizes that he's just a little bit stuck. And in the mud. And the strange woman is still watching him, looking like she ought to be taking notes.]
Don't just stand there!
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[aaaaa here comes a new challenger! It's a young-ish looking girl, holding a strange, cat-like creature with large pink eyes in her arms. There's a sort of detached way it stares at this commotion. Like, there's Rakka watching this happen, but then there's Bright the Espurr.]
What's happening? Why is that Pokemon attacking you?
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Get out of here, lass! I've got this under --
[The Stufful wriggles out of his grasp and hits him in the face.]
...control.
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And oh my. she winces as that hit lands. Her Espurr's steely disposition remains unchanged.]
B-but I can help! or at least, I can help you calm that pokemon down!