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Oh boo, boring dogs. Not even fancy canids like his wonderful Psychic foxes! No, just guard dogs and lap dogs, what a terrible disappointment. Then again, wasn’t that sort of thing standard as far as breeding went? How silly of him to think anyone but him would have an interest in breeding temperamental, exploding spheres. One could dream.

"Ah, 80 Fahrenheit is certainly acceptable, I’ll have to adjust the thermostat accordingly next time. Shall I assume you cater mostly to security companies then? You may wish to supplement your Poochyena with Houndour if that’s the case." John held back a chuckle, wondering how many people’s houses had been accidentally burned down because of an overzealous guard Houndour.

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If this guy wanted to believe his 'clientele' were security companies, then he could go right ahead and believe that. Poochy had absolutely no intention of correcting him. Again, nobody liked Team Magma.

"I've been trying to find Houndour, but... the only place in Hoenn they can be found is a certain cave, and only when the planets align just right.." And the Houndour he received as a gift a few months back didn't count; he'd still need to find a Ditto. "And I don't.. really leave Hoenn very often."

The Unova trip was a special treat. A vacation, if you will. But even though it was a vacation, he still ended up doing work things there. Ever the workaholic, that one.

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What a terribly jittery fellow, how positively curious. Perhaps jittery was the incorrect word but the fact the other man paused and had to think of his words, what a novelty indeed! John nodded, grinning broadly. ”When I deign to alight in a static place it’s generally warmer than, say, Unova. Perhaps I’ll look into running the heater but I do fear for my other darlings not encapsulated in shell overheating. This being a hobby it gets rather difficult to juggle all the little details.”

He trailed off, expression turning hopeful. “Would it be overstepping bounds if I were to ask what in particular you bred?”

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"I think it only needs to be 80 degrees Fahrenheit..? That's not too hot for your other Pokémon, is it?" If they were ice-types, then yeah, it would be a big problem. But otherwise, it would probably be fine. But then again, 80 degrees was really cold to him. It was just that Hoenn nativity.

"Poochyena, and sometimes Lillipup from a pair I caught in Unova.. Um..." The thought of expanding his horizons crossed his mind, but he probably wouldn't be able to as long as he worked for who he did. Poochyena and Lillipup were better for new trainers. Other things, not so much.

#graciouslycervine #no john he's a boring Poochyena breeder #No Voltorb for you

[["80 degrees Fahrenheit, not 80 degrees Celsius!" Poochy screams at me while typing out a reply.

Because 80 degrees Celsius would probably reduce an egg to ash in under 5 minutes.]]

#outofland #jfc

graciouslycervine replied to your post:[[okay so for the THIRD time now, I’ll be...

Maybe write it out in notepad or something and paste it in? That way if it crashes you still have the reply.

There's an ancient gamer proverb, "Save early, save often!" I'm just a dork who usually doesn't.

#outofland #i mean the entire computer could crash too but #it's easier with word #even if the formatting is weird between word and tumblr #notepad psh this isn't 1995

[[okay so for the THIRD time now, I'll be attempting to reply to tides-and-seabreeze. If the browser crashes in the middle again, I'm going to scream.]]

#outofland #ugh #browser always crashes once I have stuff to write for that thread

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Oh yes, walking with an explosive in a knapsack sounded like oodles of say fun! Newborns were a lot more stable at least so the danger levels weren’t that high. The more inherent danger was people noticing he was trying to hatch a lot of Voltorb eggs, either all at once or in a steady steam and that would certainly be no picnic explaining at all should anyone care to be overly curious.

An incubator sounded simultaneously like a good idea and a horrible idea. Perhaps one of those Fire birds from Kalos would help. He wrinkle his nose at the thought. What a mess to make for the sake of convenience! ”I certainly would appreciate an incubator, I may just have to look into that though I am rather hesitant on the off chance I cook one of the poor dears. Hm, you’ve certainly given me something to think about! Not that I’m in any sort of rush to make a decision on account of the fact I’m not on the clock and nobody is looking to buy and I certainly couldn’t imagine seeking out opportunities to sell my lambs. I dare say that’s how you make your living isn’t it? Parcelling out eggs to interested trainers and coordinators hoping the stock is somehow more special than others? I never quite understood how that entire affair worked.”

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Oh boy. The problem with his was that it sometimes just had no warmth in it at all, so he hadn't thought about one malfunctioning and getting too hot. Now he was worried about that, too. Well crap. "Oh.. I think going to a place that's warm in general should also help."

"N..no, that's, um, not what I quite.. do?" He couldn't really explain it in detail without admitting that he worked for Team Magma, and well, people didn't really like him all that much when they realized he did. "I only ever give out eggs to those who.. can actually take care of eggs. Which is only half my.. clientele. Hence the incubator."

Could the members of the team really be called 'clientele'? Oh, well.

"And then there's a little extra revenue from selling Pokémon care supplies. That's how it works."

#what the shit Poochy talking about his job makes me happy for some reason #graciouslycervine

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John easily slipped into his usual stance when speaking with strangers. Relaxed shoulders, a slight slouch, smile, hands in pockets, it was all second nature by now. After all it was only right to try and put others at ease, wasn’t it? A breeder though? Why there was certainly a mind John would like to pick, if only for one particular fact.

"My dear fellow, breeding isn’t what I’d call a boring occupation, why you have to muster patience for whatever little tyke you end up dealing with, unless you're between hatchings then goodness me if the wait doesn’t kill you! Hm, but perhaps you might be able to give me a tip or two? You see, drifter I may be but on the odd occasion I roost I run a hobby farm as it were and I breed myself a darling bunch of lambs. Dreadfully dull process and I bring myself to tears just waiting for the dears to hatch, so I don’t suppose you’d be willing to offer a trick of the trade to speed the process, hm?"

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Poochy hid his hands in his hair, once he realized he couldn't hide his eyes with the uniform's hood right at that moment. Where was his security blanket when he needed it? Ugh..

This guy talked enough for the both of them. Wow. Lambs, he said? Like... Mareep?

"Uh.. Well me and a few friends built an incubator meant to speed up the process a little." Of course the term 'friends' was used loosely. Most of his teammates weren't really his friends. Just his coworkers. "When it works, it works well! Um, but, it usually doesn't...Walking with them speeds up the process a little, too... You said you're a drifter, so... that's easier. I think."

#so close pooch but not quite #graciouslycervine

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"Hm, more new people, well I can assure you all I’m an utter bore! I’m a drifter with no stories and no ambitions, why you won’t even get a decent fight out of me so if you’re a trainer looking to spar, I do apologize."

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"Um. Well, I mean I'm-I'm kind of boring too, so.." Ah yes. There was that old inferiority complex again. "I mean, I'm just a breeder. Not even a trainer."

A Magma in street clothes was really just like everyone else, right? Except they wanted more land in the world. That was the only difference from him and any other breeder, right?

#yes hello not-terrorist i am not an ecoterrorist #graciouslycervine #here's the Poochy muse I have found him

how 2 b Poochy's best friend:

Say Poochyena are cute.

That's it.

#outofland #whoops I'm accidenta #lly gracing this blog with my presence again

[[okay i just cleaned out all of the inactive blogs from my follow list as well as the ones I won't be rping with

I am now following 49 blogs as opposed to 100+]]

#outofland #still have no poochy muse though #sigh

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"Yo Matt, so I heard that your, uh, stuff got aired on TV. I'm proud of you, man? Dude, if you're so desperate for some extra cash that you've gotta display your, uh, bangers and mash, you COULD just ask for a raise, you know. But if this is what you love, then, well, then go for your dreams, dude.

I-

What are you-

I don’t-

I never-

I didn’t-

I’d never ever-

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Missed interesting things that you never thought we had in our archives? There’s still the website! link will be provided soon

#Even Magmas like Hoenn TV--#*SHOT*

[[a glimpse of what my wall looks like]]

#asklooker #I told you the singing looker drawing was on the wall

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"I cannot believe I never truly thought about the consequences of choosing Juan as my name."

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[Amused Magma sounds]

#crackalicious definition make them boys go loco

What time is it? Why, it's Juan o'clock!

#cascadingelegance #this one's actually from Hoenn #and not strictly gameverse #crackalicious definition make them boys go loco

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The Cloudless Rain

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He had just flown atop the pokemon centre to reassure a group of people who had been screaming for help from the rook of the red building, when a somewhat familiar voice called his name. He looked around for a while, searching for a familiar face, but no one stood out.

Nevermind. Now, his priority was to start looking for the reason behind this cloudless rain. Maybe the old couple on Mt. Pyre? They were aware of all of Hoenn’s legends, after all… maybe they could help.

He had just asked his golbat to fly him to another roof, when he heard his name again. He could make the voice out more clearly now, and it didn’t sound like anyone in Aqua, but it still sounded… familiar…

And then, when he looked down to the flooded street, he saw him.

"Michael? What’re ye-? I’ll be right there- Padraig, out!"

In a flash of red, the sharpedo was out of its pokeball and in the flooded street, waiting for his trainer, who had just decided, against common reason, to jump down in the murky water from the PC’s roof. Matt’s head popped out right next to his pokemon, and he heaved himself up to properly wrap an arm around the shark’s dorsal fin.

"Why… what ‘re ye even doing ‘ere?"

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Michael crossed his fingers and hoped against hope that Neptune wouldn't attack that Sharpedo while he was riding on the Kingler's back...Neptune didn't seem to be attacking, but that was probably more of a proximity thing than anything else... "H-hey, careful, don't come too close! Neptune's wary of other water types! He'll attack if he doesn't feel safe."

He didn't... actually really know the answer to that question. So far, he'd been looking around wildly for anything that could have caused all this, but... "I- I guess I'm, uh, looking for.. what's.. causing all this. I'm one of the only people on the team with- with a surfer, so..."

'To be honest, I really hoped it was your fault...'

#i'm rly interested in why poochy introduced himself with his real name