MISSION 002 [VIOLET CITY - VIDEO/ACTION]

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[[It's a rather pleasant day in Violet City. Major Armstrong, having explored the Bell Tower and other surrounding areas, has decided to take a break underneath a tree in a quiet area of town. With him are his two Pokemon. Ben the Geodude and Maa the Pidgey, along with three Pokemon eggs sitting in his bag.

He's wrapped them tightly in his spare clothes and towel, and positioned the bag near his (beautifully sparkly hot) body to ensure they stay warm in the chilly weather.]]

Ah, I haven't practiced like this in a while.

[[He's referring to the sketchpad propped up against his knee, where a rather good likeness of his Geodude and Pidgey is forming. While excellent at portraits, Armstrong is out of practice with other forms of drawing, and as such sketching his Pokemon is doing his hand a world of good.

When the picture is close to being finished, his Geodude strikes a pose while his Pidgey flutters over and seats herself on his head, pecking gently at his curl while she examines the picture.]]

What do you think? This is but one of the many artistic techniques passed down through my family for generations, you know! If it were possible I'd show you my alche-

[[Peck peck. The Pidgey pecks the picture, interrupting his spiel, before pecking his head and repeating the gestures.]]

....you....you want me to draw myself in the picture with you?

[[A happy chirp!

....followed by...happy tears...]]

Comments

[explosivecombat]

[...well, the Geodude's response isn't exactly surprising, though Kimblee's attention is drawn to the bird. It's...a bit of a herpy thing, isn't it...

Not that he has much room to talk, given that the zencone is remaining completely oblivious to...everything in the immediate area from the looks of it, but details...]

Ah, no - I may have been released, but there was hardly any way they could justify a reinstatement. Consider it more of a pardon than an exoneration.

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[[Herpyderpy! She will happily return your stare, chirping brightly.]]

I'll drop the rank when I address you from now on, then.

[[God, this is awkward; he'll gently flick the pages of his sketchbook for a moment, if only to give his hands something to do. You....ugh, you make him feel so small.]]

...did you need something from me, then, or....?

[explosivecombat]

Call me what you like, Major. Either way, I wouldn't go so far as to say that I need something; I was just as surprised to see you here as the other way around, you know.

[seriously though, who turned up the awkward in here...

His gaze flicks back to that bird; oh, what are you looking at.]

It seems you've been doing reasonably well here, then.

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I've managed, yes.

[[She's looking at you! You're so white and pretty. Have more chirping!]]

You've been here far longer than me, haven't you?

...

I take it you've also been stripped of your alchemy.

[explosivecombat]

[...ugh, birds.]

I have, yes, on both counts; the latter took some getting accustomed to, especially in regards to allowing these creatures to take on battles for me.

I imagine you find the lack of destructive capabilities on my part to be a relief?

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Well, I'd be lying if I said I was upset for you-

[[...no no no Maa come back here no don't]]

A-ah, Maa!!

[[brb, landing on your shoulder, Kimblee

:3]]

1/6

[explosivecombat]

[Armstrong, what is your bird doin-

...oh.]

2/6

[explosivecombat]

[Okay. There's. There's a bird on me.]

3/6

[explosivecombat]

[This thing is obviously just overly friendly or somethARMSTRONG GET IT THE GODDAMN HELL OFF OF ME

I WOULD SMACK IT AWAY IF THAT WOULDN'T MAKE ME DROP THE ZENCONE

THAT TENDS TO MAKE THE ZENCONE VERY UNHAPPY AND TRUST ME WE WANT TO KEEP THIS THING ZEN BUT

I HAVE SPENT THE LAST WEEK IN FAR TOO MUCH CONTACT WITH ANIMALS]

4/6

[explosivecombat]

[BIRDS ARE DISGUSTING

NO REALLY THEY ARE COVERED IN DISEASE AND MITES

DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME THERE ARE NO MITES THERE ARE PROBABLY POKÉMITES ALL THE GODDAMN HELL OVER THIS THING

AND THAT IS HARDLY THE POINT BECAUSE EVEN IF, BY SOME CHANCE, THERE ARE NO MITES

BIRDS ARE STILL HIDEOUSLY FILTHY CREATURES AND AFTER I HAVE SPENT A WEEK

A GODDAMN WEEK, ARMSTRONG

IN FAR TOO MUCH CONTACT WITH ANIMALS]

5/6

[explosivecombat]

[I JUST GOT THIS SUIT CLEANED!!!]

6/6

[explosivecombat]

...Armstrong, you have approximately ten seconds to control your chimera, or so help me...

[...I WILL DO SOMETHING SO HORRID I HAVEN'T EVEN THOUGHT OF IT YET.]

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Y-Yes, right...

[[COME ON MAA COME HERE YOU SILLY THING LET HIM GRAB YOU-

NO DON'T JUMP ON HIS HAT]]

Maa, come here!!

[[This is a game, right? :3 What a fun game!!]]

[explosivecombat]

[FILTH AND MITES FILTH AND MITES

SO MUCH FLINCHING DEAR GOD]

Armstrong, for the love of -

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She's just rambunctious, she thinks we're playing!!

[[ASLKJFASLDKJ SHE JUST NIPPED ME]]

Maa, that hurt!!

[[Other shoulder now :3]]

[explosivecombat]

[OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.]

Lovely. This is absolutely lovely.

[oh my god this bird

were he not holding the zencone he'd

...you know

at this point he's considering just chucking the zencone at the bird]

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She just likes making friends, that's all! It's really quite beautiful!

[[DON'T YOU DARE CHUCK THAT PINECONE AT HIS BIRD, KIMBLEE!!]]

Maybe if I get her a treat....!

[[Speaking of pinecones, sitting on it's head. :3]]

[explosivecombat]

[...FINALLY IT IS IN A POSITION WHERE HE CAN ACTUALLY ENCOURAGE THE DAMN THING TO MOVE

He's not going to, like

flat-out backhand the thing, but

...okay yeah there's a lot of force being applied with the back of his hand there that may or may not consist of backhanding]

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[[Two rather stupid explosive events will now be triggered by Kimblee whacking that bird:

1) Armstrong rushing forward and grabbing Kimblee by the collar]]

Kimblee!! Don't you dare hurt her, she's done nothing wrong!

[[2) Ben the Geodude rushing forward to try and catch the startled Pidgey, but instead succeeding at nothing apart from crashing into Hunter the Pineco in his haste

And nothing went better than expected.]]

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[...AT LEAST THE COLLAR-GRAB MANAGED TO MAKE HIM DROP THE PINECONE

THAT IS THE ONLY SAVING GRACE HERE]

Will you let g-

[...HOLY CHRIST WHERE DID THAT LOUDASS BANG COME FROM

ARMSTRONG, YOU HAVE FAINTED HIS PINECONE

...also probably your Geodude because uh

you know that he taught that thing Explosion early, right, it doesn't

just have Selfdestruct

we all know this, right]

1/2

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I will-

[[wait what the hell was that-

.....!!!!]]

2/2

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Bentheim?!

[[YEP, ONE GEODUDE LYING UNCONSCIOUS ON THE GROUND, OH MY GOD]]

You've fainted my Geodude!!

[explosivecombat]

Clearly, your Geodude must have done something in order to cause it, given that Hunter tends to not simply do that on his own; it's remarkably docile, given the species -

[we are trying to keep our voice under control despite the huge amounts of wharrgarbling going on

we are not exactly succeeding]

Now will you unhand me?

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[[YES HE WILL UNHAND YOU TO CHECK ON HIS POOR GEODUDE]]

Bentheim, are you alright?!

[[sob hugging his poor bb you fought valiantly]]

You need to learn to control your....whatever that is! Pinecone!

[explosivecombat]

[Kimblee's reaction is decidedly more distant; he simply recalls Hunter to his Pokéball and slots it into position again. He's dealt with explosions in regards to these chimeras too many times to count; this really isn't any different.]

You're hardly one to talk to me about control.