.001 Δ [Video/Action for Cherrygrove]
Sep. 25th, 2015 07:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ratherbelocky[The feed flips on to show a man holding a brush in one hand and a young Shinx in his lap. Both of them appear to have been freshly bathed, with the damp Shinx swaddled in one of Cherrygrove Inn's warm, fluffy towels. When all of her wriggling and protesting comes to naught, she just lies there in her towel burrito and seethes. York, on the other hand, has found that shops in this world do, apparently, sell hair product for humans, and he couldn't be happier. He's fixed his hair for the first time in days. Life is wonderful.
Not that vanity's necessarily the reason he hasn't introduced himself to the PokéConnect community at large yet. It's just. You know. Coincidence.]
Good morning, people. And Pokémon, too, of course, can't forget you guys. For those of you I haven't spoken to yet, I'm York, I'm one of your more recent unwitting transplants to sunny Johto. Or, well, partially cloudy Johto, anyway. How about that weather, huh?
[The temperature has dropped literally twenty degrees in the five days since he got here, oh my god, why. Being caught out on the road in yesterday's rainstorm sucked. Now he's warm and dry and comfortable in a clean shirt a couple sizes too big for him (and he's not exactly a small man). Really, what could be better than being alive here and now?
He rubs the Shinx's fur drier, unwraps her, and then holds her still before she can escape so he can brush the tangles out. She mewls fussily, but his hands are steady, and eventually she relaxes--if mutinously--into the attention. He chuckles a little.]
But okay, I'm not actually here to make small talk. I got a question for you folks.
[He turns the PokéGear with the back of his brush to show another Pokémon, an Elgyem, bundled up in a blanket on the bed, fast asleep.]
Can someone tell me more about Psychic Pokémon? [He goes back to brushing.] I get that they read minds--Delta Two there communicates with me all the time--but she doesn't use words so it's hard to get more...complicated ideas across, sometimes. I was wondering, can you train them to talk? Or do other things? These guys are obviously a lot more intelligent than the animals back on my Earth, so I guess you could say I'm curious about what they can do.
[The Shinx's eyes are half-closed now as York brushes away. Someone's a sleepy baby.]
'Preciate your time. Over and out.
((Action also available for Cherrygrove, where he can be found at the inn or browsing the PokéMart stock.))
Not that vanity's necessarily the reason he hasn't introduced himself to the PokéConnect community at large yet. It's just. You know. Coincidence.]
Good morning, people. And Pokémon, too, of course, can't forget you guys. For those of you I haven't spoken to yet, I'm York, I'm one of your more recent unwitting transplants to sunny Johto. Or, well, partially cloudy Johto, anyway. How about that weather, huh?
[The temperature has dropped literally twenty degrees in the five days since he got here, oh my god, why. Being caught out on the road in yesterday's rainstorm sucked. Now he's warm and dry and comfortable in a clean shirt a couple sizes too big for him (and he's not exactly a small man). Really, what could be better than being alive here and now?
He rubs the Shinx's fur drier, unwraps her, and then holds her still before she can escape so he can brush the tangles out. She mewls fussily, but his hands are steady, and eventually she relaxes--if mutinously--into the attention. He chuckles a little.]
But okay, I'm not actually here to make small talk. I got a question for you folks.
[He turns the PokéGear with the back of his brush to show another Pokémon, an Elgyem, bundled up in a blanket on the bed, fast asleep.]
Can someone tell me more about Psychic Pokémon? [He goes back to brushing.] I get that they read minds--Delta Two there communicates with me all the time--but she doesn't use words so it's hard to get more...complicated ideas across, sometimes. I was wondering, can you train them to talk? Or do other things? These guys are obviously a lot more intelligent than the animals back on my Earth, so I guess you could say I'm curious about what they can do.
[The Shinx's eyes are half-closed now as York brushes away. Someone's a sleepy baby.]
'Preciate your time. Over and out.
((Action also available for Cherrygrove, where he can be found at the inn or browsing the PokéMart stock.))
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Date: 2015-09-27 03:42 am (UTC)[She stares pensively at the carpet for a moment. Should she be asking if York is alright too? Or...
Her thumbs rub the shell of the egg as she decides.]
What about you?
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Date: 2015-09-27 03:57 am (UTC)[...Okay, no, no one in any universe is going to believe he's fine. York thinks about it, then nods and shrugs, puts his empty coffee mug back down on the desk.]
It's an adjustment, yeah. But I'll be okay.
[He pauses one more time, and then his voice softens as he admits:]
It's good to have you and North around, and not... [Gone, or planets away with no means for direct contact, or dead, or believing he betrayed them. He lets that sentence trail off unfinished and just bulls ahead.] Dunno how I'd be otherwise, but, hey. I promise I'll be all right.
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Date: 2015-09-27 04:38 am (UTC)[The corner of her mouth twitches and it's unclear whether it was going to be a smile or a frown. She puts the egg down on the sheets, next to the one she got for North, and walks over with her arms crossed over her chest.]
Well, if you need it. [she reaches out suddenly to push her hand through his hair, mussing it up slightly.] I've had to do a lot of listening lately. You could say I'm starting to get better at it.
[At least she's got enough humour to tease herself.]
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Date: 2015-09-27 12:39 pm (UTC)[He drops his feet back onto the floor and puts his hands up to shield his hair, laughing.]
Carolina! I just fixed that up!
[The noise finally wakes Delta Two, who sits up around the Fletchling egg and blinks at them blearily.]
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Date: 2015-09-27 02:20 pm (UTC)Look, you're being too loud. You woke her up.
[Walking over to D-2, she offers a little 'good morning' wave.]
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Date: 2015-09-27 02:45 pm (UTC)[Delta just blinks again, then shuffles out of the blankets with the egg to scoot to the edge of the bed and lean against Carolina instead. She sends Carolina a sleepy greeting, a little color pattern, like she's too fuzzy still to even lift her hand and blink it.
York sighs.]
Traitors, both of you.
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Date: 2015-09-27 03:20 pm (UTC)D knows what she's doing. She's got the right idea.
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Date: 2015-09-27 04:14 pm (UTC)Knows their warmth, too. York's smile starts out nostalgic, but then he looks up at Carolina's face again and it brightens, focuses.]
Yeah, she does.
[The past, it was pretty good. But there's no time like the present.]
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Date: 2015-09-27 04:34 pm (UTC)Things might be strange right now, but it looks like some things... Don't change.]
Of course. She's a smart girl. And a sleepy one, apparently.
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Date: 2015-09-27 04:59 pm (UTC)[Freelancer training is not for everyone. Least of all wimpy special sweepers like Elgyem.]
She's earned a rest. Maybe we can work out a different training regimen for her later, after I get some more intel on Psychic types.
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Date: 2015-09-27 05:07 pm (UTC)[She can't help but think of him and the other reds and blues when she's near these strange little aliens.]
We'll let her take it easy for a while.
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Date: 2015-09-27 05:12 pm (UTC)[He's so proud, it's so good, to hear the caring back in Carolina's voice instead of the driven desperation.]
Though I'm not sure Wash would give Two more than a second glance once he saw how many cat-looking things are around. He still have his furballs?
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Date: 2015-09-27 05:17 pm (UTC)Then again, he's been busy watching all of Caboose's pets lately.
[She still can almost not believe that Wash took the [spoiler] from [spoiler] for Caboose.]
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Date: 2015-09-27 06:20 pm (UTC)That sounds like a story. I was under the impression that mostly he was busy watching Caboose.
[Come on. The weather's cloudy, they've done their chores, she's got a sleepy baby in her arms and no war to wage. She can sit down and regale him with more of her adventures, right?]
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Date: 2015-09-27 06:45 pm (UTC)Rolling her eyes, Carolina submits, sitting down and positioning D-2 comfortably in her lap.]
Church and I had chores to do on Chorus, and while we were gone, apparently Caboose found a dog.
It, of course, just also happened to be a Mantis.
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Date: 2015-09-27 08:03 pm (UTC)York just waits for a moment and then laughs, low and easy.]
How is Wash still alive. How are any of them still alive.
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Date: 2015-09-27 08:09 pm (UTC)[She watches Empress struggle and then settle down, chuckling a little. Her own low tone warms up enough to match York's.]
You'd be so surprised to see him, now. He's gotten... Unpredictable, in some ways.
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Date: 2015-09-27 08:20 pm (UTC)[He can tell from Carolina's voice that it's not a bad thing, but... The last time he'd talked to Washington, the guy had been nervous about his upcoming AI implantation, and, well.
They both know how that went.]
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Date: 2015-09-27 08:29 pm (UTC)[Really, York, they are SUCH TROUBLE.
But almost as if she can tell what's on York's mind, she mentions--]
Still, in some ways... He's the same old Wash. Screamed like a baby during a mission when he thought I was gonna drop him.
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Date: 2015-09-29 12:26 pm (UTC)Did you? Drop him, I mean.
[They've all jumped off 110-story skyscrapers with her, surely he would have been fine, Freelancers are hard to kill (and yet ninety-six percent of them are dead).]
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Date: 2015-09-29 05:44 pm (UTC)[She waves it off with a gesture of her hand.]
Besides, our target was practically attached to him.
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Date: 2015-09-29 06:26 pm (UTC)[Is it A-rank or E-rank? We will never understand.
(Actually sure we will, it's obviously E-rank and he's just got an S-rank battle continuation ability to compensate for it. Wash is a Lancer. A FREELANCER.)]
It's good to hear that he's doing okay. You and him both.
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Date: 2015-09-29 07:59 pm (UTC)[She's not sure how the sim soldiers do for his blood pressure, but, you know. Whatever.]
Who knows. You might even be proud of him.
[She certainly is.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 10:47 pm (UTC)[As if, though. York's always been proud of Wash, for all his ungentle ribbing. York was proud of all of them. York was proud of Project Freelancer.
He's always been a prideful guy.]
For now, I'll settle for being proud of the ones I got here.