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]

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.

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[[Completely oblivious to the clusterfuck she's just caused, Maa chirps happily and pops back onto Armstrong's shoulder, fluffing herself up and cuddling into his neck.]]

There's a difference between a Pokemon playing around and injuring those nearby!

[[Go and sit on the eggs Maa, there's a good girl.]]

[explosivecombat]

And there's a difference between intentionally injuring them and utilizing a defense mechanism. Your point?

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[[ugh

Back into your Pokeball, Ben, he'll finish the picture later.]]

Just retrieve your Pokemon and go, Kimblee. You've done enough.

[explosivecombat]

You haven't anywhere near the right to be condescending toward me, Major; it would serve you well to remember that.

[At the same time, he does know when to pick his battles. This isn't the time.]

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[[Oh his fists will start trembling very hard upon hearing that comment...!!

...but, like Kimblee, he knows this isn't the time to start a fight. Not with the eggs here.]]

Neither do you, Kimblee. A lot has changed in those seven years.

[[And with that, he will seat himself down next to those eggs, turning his back to you. This conversation is over.]]