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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.
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"Really?" he asks, watching it go. "Are you sure?"
In response, it pushes the notification again. "Well all right," Devero says with a crooked grin, pushing himself upright. "Let's go say hi."
On Dev's world, localizing an ID ping would be a simple matter of mapping location data to a local street plan and then heading out...but this isn't Dev's world. "We're going to have to do this the hard way, huh?" Dev asks his drone as they hit the street.
He gestures a command, and Beepers sends Lele another message: Query: able to stream video data?
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Said feed shows Eva's not that far away; a good five or six streets at best. What is notable is a very big heron-like creature standing next to her with her while Eva digs through her bag, obviously looking for something. From time to time, a berry appears from her arms band, and she offers it to the bird as if rewarding its patience.
Mistress: did not bring riding harness for Deefa. Arrival: delayed.
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He collects himself with a little shake and starts walking, Beepers bobbing along at his shoulder as it relays the video into his Interface. "Tell them we're heading their way," he murmurs to his drone, and Beepers obediently sends the message.
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The woman offers a thumbs up and starts packing up before she pauses. "If you got audio on the feed, I can give you a running commentary of this stuff or Deefa?"
It's away to pass the time at least.
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Raising a hand to his Interface, he says, "Yup, I've got audio. Eva, it's-- really good to see you. Why don't you tell me about your big bird?"
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And then her face lights up. Pride, adoration and love for the bird with her. "Gods; So, Deefa's the first pokemon I caught, back when I started my Journey. She was tiny back then; able to comfortably sit on my arm, though that didn't last for long; downsides to comp training. She's not as big as some get though, and she's not as big as Senna, who's close to 9 foot. Wingthing's bigger too..."
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He listens to her gush, attention divided between Eva and navigating his surroundings. "What's her kind called?" he asks. "And how many do you have with you? More than on the train?"
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It's a light quip, but one she means. He's family. One way or the other, Devero is family now. She doesn't remember if she told him, but it doesn't matter. She'll tell him again and again.
"I've got nine with me. VTE ones plus the rest of my team." Eva says as she hoves the rest of her stuff into the arms band. She'll sort it all out later. "Deefa's on the main team with Princess, so..."
If -when- danger eventually strikes, Eva is ready and armed and will do what she must.
The Arkean woman stands and runs a hand down the bird's neck as she talks. "She's an onidrill; an adult and trust me, you do not want to meet them in the wild. Tamed? Depends. Most trainers who keep them do the right thing with handling and training. Others..." Eva shrugs. "Eh. Stupid dies stupid, especially if they caught one out in the wild. I'd trust her over Wingthing though, and I basically raised her from fresh hatched. You can meet the rest if you want?"
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So he doesn't dispute the wisdom, instead cupping his hands around his mouth to call down the street he's just turned on to: "Absolutely! Am I okay to approach?"
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There's a lop-sided grin to the words, and the closer Devero gets, the more apparent it becomes that Eva is calm and confident around the bird. Certain in her ability to handle anything if it comes up.
She holds up a red and white sphere the size of a tennis ball with a grin. "Tanknator's about as big. My Starter. Giant tortoise of a turtle. Let me know when I should release her, 'kay?"