I don't think I'm ever gonna understand humans and this need they have to classify everybody as heroes or villains or antiheroes or antivillains or monsters or good guys or bad guys.
Humans have more ways to try to quantify morality than there is actual morality out there, and they wanna try to shove everything into it, they want to be able to go look and go 'Oh yeah that's an antihero or 'Yes, that is a hero.'
It's Arceusfuckin' stupid. You know who needs heroes?
Nobody.
Nobody needs heroes.
You know why?
What do you think the villains think they are?
Heroes don't actually accomplish anything. At best they're runnin' on a treadmill, keepin' things from bein' worse, but you know what? Even that's a Mewdamned fool's errand.
The world doesn't need heroes. Heroes do what they do and get recognition, folks look up to them, maybe they're role models. So instead of lookin' at bad situations and goin' "I should do something about this!" the adults are goin' "Oh no! Where's Zubatman? Who will stop this?!" and the kids are goin' "One day I'm going to be able to fix problems like this one."
Nobody does a damned thing.
And villains aren't any better. We don't need them either, because they're just a focus. A villain is a distraction. We focus on figureheads while the really damagin' evil shit that's goin' down is the everyday wrongs bein' done. While everybody is focusin' on a villain, they aren't lookin' around and realizin' that in our own everyday ways we're all Arceusfuckin' villains. Havin' big dangerous names to be scared of means we're all able to ignore the little things we do every day that make us as bad.
You'll notice somethin'. Humans get really Arceusfuckin' uncomfortable if they see somethin' they can't easily identify as a hero or a villain or an antihero or an antivillain. It's a habit lots of Pokemon pick up on through exposure. Do yourselves a favor - unlearn it. Real life ain't that black and white, despite how humans try their Mewdamndest to make sure everybody thinks it is, and they get violent over it. Because they're well aware it's a delusion, and nobody will get more violent and aggressive than a deluded person lookin' at the truth and tryin' as hard as they can to reject it and hold onto their delusions.
The next time you're lookin' at someone on TV, or in some story, don't ask yourself if they're a hero or a villain. Don't try to classify them. Just ask yourself, 'Do I find their actions acceptable given current knowledge?'
Evil is a word. So is good. Humans are very skilled at manipulatin' perceptions of those words to try to make things fit nice and neat into a pre-formed mold. A lot of Pokemon are too. So ignore those. They literally don't exist, they're concepts that never help. There's only 'Things I will accept' and 'Things I won't accept' and Arceus help anybody who does things you won't accept. Whether those things are good or not, heroic or villainous, doesn't Mewdamned matter. If you think somethin' is acceptable or unacceptable, if you think someone needs to be helped or stopped - you do it.
And damn anybody who tries to tell you whether you're doin' good or not.
scrapped sketch of Dulcetto the Lopunny from a rlly good blog - was gonna do a meditation pose but then I realized that what I wanted to do was a fight scene, but I referenced this for so long I didn’t wanna throw it out completely. I slapped colors on it to appease myself.
it also made me realize i have no idea how the frickfrackle lopunnies work
(I have more followers and this is like half a year old so I'mma reblog it because this artist person is really great and deserves some recognition for being great, and for drawing nifty things like this.)
Arbok are snakes right? Does that mean that Arboks have two penises like other snakes
"Hahaha, if I had a berry for every time some awestruck male asked me that, I'd have enough berries to live on the rest of my life. Seems like that's all anybody every wants to know! 'Do you have two?' 'Have you got two?' 'Do you REALLY have two?'
"I'll tell you the same thing I tell all of them, grayface, so there's no discrimination. You'll have exactly the same knowledge of my anatomy as everyone else who's been curious."
Payton leaned closer... And closer... Uncomfortably close, practically breathing into the anon's face.
"If you really wanna know how many I've got, the only way you're finding out is firsthand. And maybe second hand, if it turns out to be true~"
Yes, hello again, your scheduled checkups are WAY passed due. I'm gonna need to take your CORE TEMPERATURES. +w+
WHAT have I told you about comin' back around here again tryin' this shit, you little pink perverted marshmallow from Hell? Lay ONE LATEX-ENCASED HAND on ANYBODY in this fenceline and I'm gonna squeeze you so hard your brain will squirt out your ear-holes-
Please, Miss Polly, go back to your post, I will handle this one I do not think he will be dangerous, even when I cannot see.
...Whatever. Touch him and die, marshmallow.
That may be the most unique ploy to get multiple Pokemon to bend over that I have ever heard. Work on your methods, perhaps - you have the cuteness factor, perhaps play into that rather than the medical ploy. You will find being cute will garner more... 'Interest' in complying than associating yourself with a field that frightens most individuals.
Polly! (Or Nagaina, he could answer this too i guess) I've heard that some species of snake-pokemon form a 'breeding ball' for mating. Is this something you've heard of? Is it even true?
Don't believe everything you hear. You're not the first dumbass to ask about that and you're not the first one to be told 'No'.
What you're talkin' about is an evolutionary coping method for species where the fertile males tend to outnumber the fertile females in any given area. Arboks have a pretty even gender distribution, so we never needed to learn to do that kinda thing.
So no, any stories you hear about Arbok 'mating balls' are less about concerted attempts to breed and more about those particular Arboks just bein' a bunch of kinky jackasses who don't know how to pick a good private spot.
Of course you do. Your species seems to have a... Predilection for mine for whatever reasons biology, psychology and evolutionary adjustment have seen fit to grant you.
I cannot stop someone from thinking something any more than I can stop the earth from turning or the clouds from moving. If you find me cute, there's little to nothing that can be done about that.
Just keep such thoughts to yourself. I do not receive a feeling of fulfillment as so many do when they hear such things. They are not constructive to me as I do not care whether I am or aren't, whether someone believes I am or aren't, and such statements offer nothing to me, my state of being, or my frame of mind.
They are merely ephemeral distractions, forgotten before they are ever heard.
(So yeah, I should have had this ready weeks ago. I'm a slow person who treats deadlines more as loose, vague suggestions. OTL I had meant to have it ready Christmas day, but kept putting it off.
So here's a little somethin' about this past Christmas at the shelter - thanks to Loaym of askbasilandendive for letting me borrow his character Basil a bit!
Also do yourself a favor and PLEASE read this by reading it on my blog, and not the dash - I have yet to find a SINGLE way to format my stories that isn't stripped out entirely by displaying on the dashboard. It will probably be an unreadable nightmare anywhere else.)
It wasn't just every morning. It was Christmas morning. For the humans, at least. The Pokemon had another name for it - Arceusmas. It wasn't a religion like for the humans. It was a celebration of the moment that Arceus had first begun the process of creation of their various and many species. No one knew exactly when it had happened, no one even knew about when it happened, as Arceus had yet to create the concept of time when the process began. But since they had begun to share their existences with humans, they simply celebrated on the same day out of convenience.
The traditions were much the same. Gifts were given, sentiments exchanged, time spent together.
Polly had little use for it. She had no gifts to give, her sentiments were her own, and she spent time every day with the only ones that mattered to her. It was a day like any other.
Rikki was a different story. EVERYONE got something, she was more than happy to share her sentiments liberally with anyone capable of hearing her voice, and she was hyperactive enough to try to see EVERYONE.
Raphie was still yet different. Her gifts were often the kind that people flinched to receive.
Nagaina rarely gave gifts, and when he did, it was often simply to apologize for not doing something important he'd been asked to. Indeed, many Pokemon thought he was simply too lazy to bother. The truth was that he was simply too easily discouraged. He never knew what to give anyone, and it was easy to simply decide not to.
And Dulcetto... Dulcetto didn't participate at all. It flew in the face of what he wanted his life to be. He was not interested in gifts. He was not interested in lots of flavorful food. Spending time together interrupted his meditation. He was not grouchy, no matter how much the joke was made that he was a Grinch or a Scrooge, but he simply had no interest in the event. It held no allure for someone who shunned needless stimulation of the senses.
So when Arceusmas morning came, it was only nearly everyone who rose at the first light of dawn with excitement.
Even Mills. The human who was in charge of the shelter had, in fact, never gone to sleep. Money was always tight in a facility like his that ran on charity and donation, but somehow, some way, there was always just enough income in the winter months to provide him a small amount of extra money. Enough to provide small gifts for the Pokemon in his shelter, enough food to feed them with better food than they usually got. Mills would stay up all night, preparing it and getting it all ready for the next day with the other volunteers.
So when the Pokemon awoke, everything in the area smelled the food and came in to investigate. It wasn't all Pokemon food (And even then it wasn't to say that all the food was Pokemon chow - simply things that the Pokemon would enjoy and made more or less for them,) there was plenty of food for the volunteers who had agreed to stay and give up their Christmas Eve and Christmas on the effort. Most of those that did had no one - and no where - else, and he was happy to try to make them feel like they had a family. He was too used to that mindset of having nothing and no one to let people who worked as hard as he did go with nothing.
It was a chilly morning, but that didn't stop anyone. As the Pokemon came in, trickling in from every direction, they were met with an invitation to come eat. The Pokemon that wanted them received small gifts, things that suited them. Toys like chewing bones, squeaky toys and toys with tufts to occupy easily distracted young; beds and blankets; even sweaters and warm 'clothes' for whoever wanted them.
There just wasn't much cuter, Mills mused, than watching a Mawile try to figure out putting on a sweater.
But even with Pokemon trickling in at a steady flow, he wasn't too busy to give his Pokemon attention. They had presents of their own.
Once he managed to get Rikki slowed down and stopped her from jabbering at him, she was using her gift nearly immediately. A fine file for her claws, to keep them sharp and in good repair. Of course, some would argue that the last thing they needed was for Rikki to have even sharper claws, but she would have told Nagaina to shut up.
Speaking of Nagaina, the Seviper was soon slithering along with a protective polycarbonate sheath over his tailblade. His blade was so chipped that the upper edge looked serrated, and it was a pain for him to sharpen it. The poly sheath would keep his sharpened blade safe from everyday use and leave him able to move without needing to worry quite so much about those around him.
Raphie was eager to see what her trainer had gotten her, after seeing what her teammates so far had received. Mills wasn't Santa Claus. He didn't discriminate. Sure, Raphie had caused her fair share of trouble, but she had also helped him more times than he could count. As he stroked the Girafarig's head, the Girafarig felt something settle across her back and realized it was a heavy blanket, meant for Pokemon like Ponyta and Rapidash. She loathed being cold. And if she tucked her head and tail along her side, she could fit beneath this one completely.
Dulcetto didn't escape it either. He had come to help organize and set up the food and gift-giving, while refusing to participate himself. But when Mills saw the rabbitlike Pokemon walk past him, he called out and Dulcetto approached to find Mills pressing something small into his hands. The Lopunny looked down to see...
Pollyanna nudged the rabbit aside to slither up to Mills. She wasn't expecting a present - she just rarely got to see her trainer outside and having fun, anymore. Running the shelter had him behind a desk in some form or fashion more and more. The Arbok draped her head over the sitting human's leg and left it there, and by the time Mills looked up, the Lopunny was gone.
"I did get you something, you know," Mills said. The Arbok opened an eye to look up at him, her tongue flickering silently. "You'll have to wait though, it doesn't seem to be here yet."
Then there came a soft 'pop' and Mills looked up, the familiar sound of a teleport arrival - familiar because it was the best way to get around the various sections of the shelter in a timely manner - making him and several in the crowd of Pokemon look up. A releived smile came over Mill's face, and Polly raised up, flickering her tongue in the direction of the sound.
What she smelled made her freeze for a moment - and then she broke into a charge. Pokemon either moved out of her way or were knocked out of her way as she bulled through them, tongue tasting for the smell that had been so familiar. When she broke through the crowd she rose up to her full striking height and hurled herself forward.
[Wait!-] a voice in her head said, but there was only one person who told Pollyanna what to do and that voice wasn't this one. Her full weight slammed into Wyatt and took him to the ground, her coils squeezing around him in the closest to a hug the snake could come.
"You Arceusfuckin' Mewdamned Celebi-cursed bastard!" she hissed, nosing her head down alongside his.
Hello Miss Polly, came the almost whispery reply. It is good to... See you, too, ma'am.
Her coils only tightened around the frail-seeming body in her grasp, and she pulled her head back to look him in the face. "I swear to fuckin' Arceus prettyboy, if you ever go away for this long again I will damned well track you down and destroy you!
"And you!" she spat, turning to look at the top-hatted figure who had accompanied Wyatt. "I understand wantin' to keep the little jerk-ass, he's like a puppy you can't get rid of because you fed it, but why the hell didn't you bring him back months ago?!"
Do not answer her, there is no answer she would accept when she is like this. Just apologize and she will calm down, Wyatt said in the other Gardevoir's mind.
[I, ah. I apologize, ma'am, it won't happen again,] Basil said, bowing his head a bit. The Arbok stared at him through slitted eyes for a moment before giving a huff of air through her nose.
"Damn straight it won't, even if I'm sure Prettyboy was schoolin' you on what to say," she replied as she disentangled herself from around Wyatt, and helped prop him back up as he tried to rise shakily to his feet. And it was shakily, even if as he rose he seemed to instinctively seek out Basil to rest a hand on and steady himself.
"Damn, did that knock to the head mess up your balance too? I told you to start light and work your way up to being able to take hits, not start off gettin' punched in the skull by an Arceusfuckin' mutant," Polly commented as she finally managed to get the Gardevoir up and steady.
...Something like that, ma'am. I would like to go over by the tables, sir, Wyatt said, and the top-hatted Gardevoir nodded and began to slowly walk beside him. There, he mentioned, pointing at Dulcetto. The Lopunny was seated and serving food to the Pokemon when he looked up and saw Wyatt approaching.
"You finally return. It's good to see," the Lopunny commented, Wyatt giving a small flinch at the choice of words before... Bending down and giving the Lopunny a tight hug. Dulcetto plainly had no idea what was going on, standing stiffly, still, as the Gardevoir hugged him.
I understand I have you to thank for ensuring Miss Polly survived. You stopped him from... Finishing his work when he took her head, yes? Thank you, Dulcetto. If he had killed her I am not sure I would have had it in me to live through what he did to me too, the Gardevoir's whispy mental voice said. You saved us both. And everyone else here. Thank you.
"You're welcome. Now please release me," the Lopunny replied. Wyatt took his arms from around Dulcetto's thickly furred frame, but left them on his shoulders.
You will have to help me stand up. I... Am afraid I would fall if I attempted it on my own.
"Wyatt, what the hell's wrong with you?" Polly asked as she slithered forward to help prop the Gardevoir up yet again. "Why aren't you using your psychic power to stand yourself up? Why can't you stand up to begin with?" The Arbok wrapped herself around Wyatt's slim legs, preventing movement as she looked him in the eye.
And it didn't hit her until then that his eye was unfocused. He wasn't looking at her. He was looking through her.
"Wyatt, what the fuck is wrong with your eye?"
"He's blind," Dulcetto replied in an even tone. "We've known for months. Mills said no one was supposed to tell you because you'd lose your mind."
[He isn't completely blind,] Basil said, holding up a hand in a 'wait' gesture. [His vision comes and goes. The doctors believe the blow to his head damaged the occular nerve. It fires in fits and starts. Sometimes he can see, sometimes he can't. This is just one of those times.]
"IT WHAT?"
[And he can see at other times in a sense, he's worked out a system of-]
"YOU DIDN'T FUCKIN' TELL ME?" the Arbok practically screeched, rounding on the Lopunny, her lips drawn back, sharp curved needle-sharp teeth dripping amber venomous saliva. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO DECIDE WHAT I-"
"I said Mills told us not to tell you. None of us made a decision on the matter. Now settle down before you ruin this celebration for everyone here," Dulcetto said in a quiet, level tone, the 'Before I have to make you calm down' hanging in the air between them as an unspoken threat.
A threat the Arbok was not yet angry enough to ignore the consequences of. Of all the Pokemon she could conceive of... This single one was the one she would refuse to attack unprovoked.
But only because she knew his style and knew unprovoked first attacks would only work in his favor. Far too many such attacks by others had landed on substitutes and resulted in grievous damage moments later, and Mills didn't raise a fool.
"Since when do you care about celebrations?" she finally hissed.
"Since Mills cares about celebrations," came the quiet, nearly monotone reply.
Please Miss Polly, will you come along and help me walk to Mills? the Gardevoir beside her said, resting a green hand on her hood. You as well sir? I'd like you to meet him, Wyatt thought to the other Gardevoir.
Polly's eyes and their constricted pupils shrank down to slitted points as she glared at the Lopunny. Then after a few tense moments, the Arbok turned with a snarl and began to slither away slowly.
There was a sudden 'poof' and the Lopunny stepped from behind the section of log that moments before had been his likeness. He hadn't been counting solely on her being reasonable. Only a fool counted on Pollyanna being reasonable. And Mills didn't raise a fool.
I am sorry sir. Miss Polly is... Very defensive of me. And very easily provoked into blind wrath. Had Mills given her news of this before I was present to calm her, I believe she would have destroyed a building or two, Wyatt said through the permanently tenuous link he always established with those he cared for. Tenuous because he did not wish to see or hear anything they didn't want him to beforehand. His faint, whispery mental voice was because of this method of communication.
[I understand. She's... A little scary when she's angry. I thought she was going to attack your friend back there,] Basil said in reply. [Would she have?]
Not unprovoked. She knows better than to make the first move against Dulcetto, his entire battle strategy counts on it. She would be walking directly into a trap and she knows it. Of all the Pokemon I have ever met, Dulcetto is the only one I can recall that she ever hesitated to attack.
[I see... You have some... Very dangerous friends.]
Wyatt smiled slightly. Those two would probably thank you for calling them that. They are very strange Pokemon. Difficult to get to know, but-
"I don't think I like you hanging out with another psychic type," Polly said, quite loudly. "It's way too Arceusfuckin' easy for you to have conversations about me I can't hear."
I apologize Miss, we were simply discussing my relationship with Dulcetto and yourself, Wyatt assured her. Nothing worth mentioning.
"Uh-huh, and I believe that like I believe Arceus shat out the very first Ekans egg," the Arbok replied, voice dripping sarcasm.
Mills! the Gardevoir suddenly interjected, and for the first time since he'd arrived, a large smile appeared on his face, despite the pain it caused in his damaged cheek.
"I thought you were blind," the Arbok said, her eyes narrowed again as Mills stepped towards them from the serving line.
I could tell it was Mills as soon as I stepped close, ma'am. And I can see him because Basil is letting me look through his eyes, Wyatt answered, and then Mills was hugging him, and Polly realized his attention was a lost battle now. So she shifted it to his companion, eying Basil with a critical glare.
"Seriously, what took so Mewdamned long to get him back? I mean you could have put him on a boat and SAILED back by now."
[Actually that was the backup plan...] Basil said with a small, nervous smile. [Believe me, it wasn't what I wanted to happen. He would have been happier and safer back here. But the doctors and nurses, once they realized his vision problem wasn't because of a concussion, didn't want him to leave until they were sure it wasn't dangerous to his health. And they wouldn't even hear of letting him teleport until they were sure the damage wasn't neurological. And even after that, they demanded he go through physical therapy... It was a long time before the Pokemon Center would release him.]
"And what the hell was that he said about your eyes?" Polly spat out, still trying to be angry and... Failing to do so. This Gardevoir was perhaps the most pathetic thing she'd ever met - it was hard to maintain any amount of anger towards him. He was even more fucked up than her own Gardevoir. She knew damage when she saw it - in how he moved, walked, in how he behaved. It all screamed old injury.
[Oh! Yes, Wyatt actually found out that if he felt close enough to someone he could use his psychic power to see what they're looking at, if they're nearby. So even when he can't see, he doesn't necessarily have to be blind. I'm sure he can find others here to see through.]
"Did any of those asshole medical types say whether it was permanent?"
[They couldn't say. Some said to assume it was permanent, others said that he might eventually recover. Pokemon have very strong recovery, and he is psychic - nerve and brain damage tends to make our systems react more strongly. We'll just have to wait and see, I suppose.]
Polly had to fight off the urge to ask him 'What's this 'we' crap?' and was opening her mouth to remark on Wyatt's state when she was interrupted by Mills running a hand along her hood as he passed her by and stood in front of Basil, offering him the other hand and shaking the gloved hand of the other 'Gardevoir'.
"You must be Basil. I hear a lot about you from Wyatt, he has a very high opinion of you. You helped him and watched over him when I couldn't - I can't put into words how glad I was he had a friend there, but thank you, very much. Will you stay with us for a while? We can't offer much but we have food - Pokemon or human, depending on which you'd prefer - and lots of pleasant company."
Basil looked a little surprised at the invitation, his hand clutching his cane a bit harder as he looked from Wyatt to Mills. [I'm not sure, Wyatt just came home and I don't want to intrude or-]
"That's the best part, you can't intrude. This shelter has an open door policy, and we've got hundreds of Pokemon coming in here for a meal and a present. Besides, you've helped Wyatt for months now. You're close enough to family as far as I'm concerned. Please?" Mills asked. "One more mouth really won't matter unless we're talking about conversations, and the more the merrier then."
Wyatt's face had the kind of inscrutable look that he took on at times, a champion-grade poker-face that he wore when he wanted his thoughts and feelings private. Please stay a little while, sir. After we eat I can give you the tour and show you the shelter. Please? I know I am being selfish and you have things you need to do but... I... I do not want to say goodbye yet.
Flint: So just curious Pollyanna. As a snake would you say that you don't want none of something or someone unless said something or someone had buns or the equivalent hun?
Indeed, this snake wants nothin' of anyone who lacks large, firm, pillowy buns. If someone approaches me they better have warm, soft, round, cushiony buns, or I'm likely to greet 'em with a mouthful of fangs right to their jugular.
Mmm. Big, airy, smooth, pale buns slathered in creamy warm white.
Cinnamon buns are better with a little cayenne pepper in the cinnamon, believe it or not.
Guess what Payton?I'm gonna be an uncle!My sister Laura is gonna have a baby boy and I'm gonna have a nephew!You be sure and tell all your friends and everybody the great news!I'm so exited!
Uh-huh. I'll do that.
Congratulations? I mean, I'm not trying to sound dismissive or anything, it's good you're happy. I just don't get it myself. I've never had siblings that I've known and no family either. So I'm not really familiar with the kinds of emotions you're having, you know? Good you're happy, I just dunno enough about it to get as excited as you seem to be.
And, uh. Probably avoid telling Polly.
Anything involving kids around her is like sticking your head into a Tyranitar's mouth. Eventually it's gonna bite down.
(Flame is my flareon character) Flame: *walking around and noticing a seviper* oh, hello. I seem to be lost can you tell me where I am?
The Seviper barely stirred from where he was stretched out on a rock in a patch of strong sunlight. Aside from a glance and a flick of his tongue, he doesn't even move his head except to speak.
"Yep. You're in the Renard Pokemon Shelter, home of half a dozen crazies and a bunch of normal Pokemon who don't deserve it," the Seviper says in a quiet hissing voice. "If anything in here bothers you just look for someone who seems important and we'll take care of things. Other than that, don't start trouble and we won't have trouble."
A Girafarig's nervous system is an incredibly complex thing. My tail indeed has its own brain... Technically. Think of it like a mini-brain. It isn't capable of independent thought or keeping secrets or doing anything I want it not to do. But that doesn't mean I actually have control over the little bugger. It's sort of like the tail has a little lump of brain in it just complex enough to house my id. It's the instinctive part of my mind. The aggressive part. The paranoid part. It's tied directly into my brain stem, my survival instinct and as such I share sensory information with it that could be used to identify threats.
It and my actual mind share a connection with each other through my central nervous system. Specifically it's directly connected to my brain stem through my spine, which is why I don't have much specific control over it. It's a survival mechanism. I literally can't make it ever stop paying attention for things that might be dangerous. It doesn't sleep or stop. It just watches. And tries to make me do whatever my instincts are telling me I should be doing. But because it only connects to my brain stem I don't have very good control over it. It's like my heart or lungs, it's viewed as just another organ with an automated function. I can't tell it to stop or start or how to do its job, it just does what it's supposed to do.
Polly, if you could choose five other pokemon to be your teammates when it comes to battle other than the ones you know in your trainer's facility, who would they be and why?
Can we clone Arceus a few times? Is that a thing we can do? Can I have five Arceus behind me - where they belong?
No?
Then nobody.
I don't quite think you understand the way I fight.
I'm not disciplined. I'm not trained to work together with anybody. I'm not a 'work together to defeat them' type.
When other Pokemon fight they tell you they start to see red. That their anger rises and washes out their vision and they start fightin' like they're crazy.
When I fight I start off that way and it gets worse. I can't be trained as a disciplined fighter. I can't be trained as a 'team player.'
The only other option was to train the rest of the team to stay away from me in a fight. To train them to stay back and let me go crazy and just mop up whatever gets through. Berserkers don't work together.
Wyatt and I worked so well in double tournaments because Wyatt wasn't a fighter. He stayed back and helped keep me alive and left the hard part to me. And that was how it should be.
So I wouldn't pick anyone to be my teammates. Nobody could fight 'alongside' me. When we all have to fight a common target it's still the same way. I'm a danger to anything I can reach and anybody not taught to account for that already is gonna be a big liability.
There's been more than one occasion Raphie had the brilliant idea to just throw me at somethin' and run. And it works.
Ohh, a question for me? I'd almost thought everyone had forgotten I was here~ Attention is nice, you know, really anyone who isn't a bitter old broad thrives on it.
Pastimes, hmm? That's actually a bit of a hard question to answer... I'm a bit like the workaholic that laid my egg, I don't get a lot of time to myself to have habits or things I do in order to relax. I'm always helping Officer Handy here with something or another, and we're always on call, every day.
But... I do like watching Pokemon and even humans exercise. There's a certain energy involved in expending all that energy solely for ones' own benefit that makes it a very interesting event to watch. And before you grayfaces jump to conclusions, it's not a sexual interest. Though I do prefer my partners to be powerful, even muscular, this particular fascination is more... Passive. Sensual rather than sexual. I'm not attracted to those exercising, I merely find the event aesthetically... Intense.
And flirting. I've been told I'm a shameless flirt. But then, why shouldn't I flirt? Why should there be shame to be found in letting someone know they're appealing? I don't understand how it could be a bad thing you should be ashamed of by making some handsome or beautiful Pokemon's day by reminding them they're handsome or beautiful, we should revel in such selfless reminders~ For example, grayface, has anyone told you that you positively look good enough to eat?~
Pollyanna,my Grandpa Norm died recently and I'm still under a lot of pain,can you help me calm down because I miss him a lot!(starts to cry)
You realize who you're talkin' to right? I'm literally a giant snake born and bred to terrify those around me with nothin' but my presence and a hiss, with venom that can kill, poisons that can pit rock and teeth the size of your finger. That's on top of a personality as abrasive as my poisons. No part of this should be tryin' to calm someone down, that's like askin' an angry Ursaring if you can hug it to feel better.
It's not gonna end well, trust me on this. I can't even comfort my trainer when he's out of it and I actually KNOW that guy.
