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mvh2022-12-07 08:57 pm
mtsilver_conquor) wrote in mvh2022-12-07 08:57 pm
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[Open] Enter the pokemon trainer. Yes, she has a muk. You are all welcome.
WHO: Eva, her pokemon, you!
WHAT: Eva gets to know the place and or stinks it up with a muk.
WHERE: All over. She's exploring and has her pokemon out.
WHEN: Now!
">Exploring
After all is said and done re: waking up from a vat and the intro spiel thing, Eva is less than impressed to be dragged to another world against her will. Again. More so when she'd not even been home for six months and had been hiking the Dragon's Canyon near the Battle Tree. She'd almost found a jangmo-o nest-
Birds take everything and spin it into winter storm, but at least her world was paused.
She refuses to question this; if she does the Four will appear and she doesn't want to deal with gods, damnit. Never mind what Fluffy's reaction would be and she pointedly does not think about that.
"At least I have my team this time," she mutters, hand running over the full belt of various pokeballs with a grim, satisfied smile. The weight felt good in an alien world, and another three were in her bag. She didn't know why she had them but she was glad she did. "Not that it's much consolation..."
It wasn't. Not when she didn't know what dangers lurked here. Did this world have pokemon or monsters or the like? Probably, but she could find out later.
"Pi?" Princess's ears twitch as he settled back on his hunches, wings half flared to steady him. Lele bobbed in place; the neon green porygon2's version of a head tilt. Eva shoots both pokemon a wry but fond smile, then clicks her tongue. Roro darts out to take a picture before the rotomi vanishes back into her pocket.
"Could be in purple this time." Haha. She likes non-colour-coded clothes, thanks. "We'll get used to it." Hopefully, and with a huff, she adjusts the backpack so it's more comfortable. There isn't much in it; just things from the train and a bunch of items she'll have to sort later, but it's something. "Come on you. Adventure time, yeah?"
That's STINKY
At some point Eva finds a place to sit, rest, and let out her muk, a big living toxic sludge monster who postively stinks. The Stench is putrid and foul, as if someone left the worst trash out under the suns of a particularly hot summer’s day. Nearby Placeholders react as Eva expects and there is now a very large bubble around her and the pokemon and no small manner of dirty looks towards the muk.
Not that she seems to mind -her sense of smell has to be broken, right?- and when some brave soul approaches, the woman grins. It's lopsided, wry - and not at all sorry for the Stench.
"Once I recall him, it'll fade. Promise."
Lakeside
As soon as Eva finds a lakeside, she yeets a pokeball towards the waterline in an overhand. It's like that of a baseball pitcher; someone who's done the motion innumerable times. To the point as soon as she's let the 'ball fly, she's jogging towards the landing site and reaches the pokemon as it emerges; the pokeball caught on the rebound with expert skill.
The pokemon half sinks into the water and Eva laughs as she rubs its scaled head. "This'll be home for a while. Don't think there's any beaches around, though...."
Some Placeholders stare; she expects that. Tanknator is an adult blastoise; something still rather rare. but she loves the tortoise-like pokemon. She's big and Eva knows where they both to stand, they'd match in height. Tanknator's single most notable feature is the single 'cannon' poking out of her shell; something organic yet 'armoured' with overlapping scales. Her forelimbs have shell-like scales protruding from them, each with the start of a 'canon' poking out.
They can be extended, but right now both trainer and pokemon are at rest.
Life is good; she has her Starter and that's all that matters.
"She doesn't bite," Eva tells anyone who comes close.
Wildcard!
Want a different pokemon than a prompted one? go for it! She'll be rotating through her roster as she explores, so we can figure something out.
WHAT: Eva gets to know the place and or stinks it up with a muk.
WHERE: All over. She's exploring and has her pokemon out.
WHEN: Now!
">Exploring
After all is said and done re: waking up from a vat and the intro spiel thing, Eva is less than impressed to be dragged to another world against her will. Again. More so when she'd not even been home for six months and had been hiking the Dragon's Canyon near the Battle Tree. She'd almost found a jangmo-o nest-
Birds take everything and spin it into winter storm, but at least her world was paused.
She refuses to question this; if she does the Four will appear and she doesn't want to deal with gods, damnit. Never mind what Fluffy's reaction would be and she pointedly does not think about that.
"At least I have my team this time," she mutters, hand running over the full belt of various pokeballs with a grim, satisfied smile. The weight felt good in an alien world, and another three were in her bag. She didn't know why she had them but she was glad she did. "Not that it's much consolation..."
It wasn't. Not when she didn't know what dangers lurked here. Did this world have pokemon or monsters or the like? Probably, but she could find out later.
"Pi?" Princess's ears twitch as he settled back on his hunches, wings half flared to steady him. Lele bobbed in place; the neon green porygon2's version of a head tilt. Eva shoots both pokemon a wry but fond smile, then clicks her tongue. Roro darts out to take a picture before the rotomi vanishes back into her pocket.
"Could be in purple this time." Haha. She likes non-colour-coded clothes, thanks. "We'll get used to it." Hopefully, and with a huff, she adjusts the backpack so it's more comfortable. There isn't much in it; just things from the train and a bunch of items she'll have to sort later, but it's something. "Come on you. Adventure time, yeah?"
That's STINKY
At some point Eva finds a place to sit, rest, and let out her muk, a big living toxic sludge monster who postively stinks. The Stench is putrid and foul, as if someone left the worst trash out under the suns of a particularly hot summer’s day. Nearby Placeholders react as Eva expects and there is now a very large bubble around her and the pokemon and no small manner of dirty looks towards the muk.
Not that she seems to mind -her sense of smell has to be broken, right?- and when some brave soul approaches, the woman grins. It's lopsided, wry - and not at all sorry for the Stench.
"Once I recall him, it'll fade. Promise."
Lakeside
As soon as Eva finds a lakeside, she yeets a pokeball towards the waterline in an overhand. It's like that of a baseball pitcher; someone who's done the motion innumerable times. To the point as soon as she's let the 'ball fly, she's jogging towards the landing site and reaches the pokemon as it emerges; the pokeball caught on the rebound with expert skill.
The pokemon half sinks into the water and Eva laughs as she rubs its scaled head. "This'll be home for a while. Don't think there's any beaches around, though...."
Some Placeholders stare; she expects that. Tanknator is an adult blastoise; something still rather rare. but she loves the tortoise-like pokemon. She's big and Eva knows where they both to stand, they'd match in height. Tanknator's single most notable feature is the single 'cannon' poking out of her shell; something organic yet 'armoured' with overlapping scales. Her forelimbs have shell-like scales protruding from them, each with the start of a 'canon' poking out.
They can be extended, but right now both trainer and pokemon are at rest.
Life is good; she has her Starter and that's all that matters.
"She doesn't bite," Eva tells anyone who comes close.
Wildcard!
Want a different pokemon than a prompted one? go for it! She'll be rotating through her roster as she explores, so we can figure something out.
/my typos and html fail /)(\
There is a small whine when he does not, actually, have food, and to the backdrop of Eva trying so very hard not to laugh, Skeeta looks up at Shinjiro like he's Betrayed her. He Is The Worst Ever. There is No Food :( :( :( Why Does He Betray Her So?
"You're not the first boy to tell me that. Like, it's not a game, but we have so many of them just based on the realities of Arkea. Basically: they help teach reality and type match-ups and whatnot. I've lost track of how many I and Blue've bought for our baby sisters and then ourselves so we can trade with 'em."
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"Sorry, girl," Shinjiro spoke gently to the animal, "I'm sure you were hopin for a treat. I've got somethin here -"
He's automatically reaching into his pocket for the pack of dog treats he had on him for Koromaru, before he was kidnapped here ... but paused. Remembered himself. Remembered Eva, and this was not his pet, and. A pokemon wasn't a dog. "Uh. Do y'know if she can have dog treats? I don't want t' hurt her."
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Eva's dead-eyed stare at the tangela is the face of someone who's experienced this many, many times, while said pokemon somehow manages to look more pitiful. Neglected even!
Eva's hand comes up to hide/stifle the grin.
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Instead, he spoke to the tangela in a soft voice, reaching to scratch behind her ears. "Sorry, old girl. You heard 'er. You really want your gut all tied up with gassy cramps? It's real shitty. You'll be uncomfortable and you won't even know why. I ain't gonna be the one to put you through that."
Not that he thought the Pokemon would be able to understand him. Probably? Not likely. But maybe the creature would understand that he's not withholding food because she's a bad girl or that he's unhappy with her, based on the tone of his voice, Shinjiro thought.
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They do, it's why they want junk food. It's also why Keeta wibbles, stares for several seconds with big eyes - then faceplants into Shinjiro's shoes in a hopeful search for something to eat. Because shows or pant hems are Food, yep.
"Tank here could eat them, though," Eva says thoughtfully as she rubs the mega pokemon's snout with clear affection. "Or, at least, a handful isn't likely to do harm. She's mostly a carnivore but without a constant enough battling regiment to work off added energy..."
Eva sighs, thoroughly resigned to the idea that her pokemon are probably going to put on weight. "On the bright side, I don't have Wingthing!"