I'm never sure with this thing. … Anyway, look! Washington evolved!
['Washington' in this case being the rather giant Braviary that's trying to sit on his head. It's not working out, because the bird is as big as he is. After yet another thwarted attempt at sitting on Tobias' head, the bird puffs up and preens proudly.]
… We're still working on the uh… landing thing. Anyway, someone told me there was a bear Pokemon? Does anyone have any eggs for one, or know where to find one? Bears always remind me of a friend.
['Friend', right. Probably more than a friend based on how his cheeks are starting to flush a little bit, but shush.]
… Anyway. I'm going to go fly with Washington. Leave me a message if you know.
Third Person Sample:
How long had it been since he was stuck here, with no morphing ability, no contact with the others, and no idea how the war was going? How long since he'd been dropped in this weird world of Pokemon? Even with rumors of Pokemon being stolen, this was a game - and the war wasn't. He'd hoped that the Ellimist would take notice, figure out that something was wrong, but it hadn't worked. Not yet, at least - so he had to adapt.
Being out in the wilderness didn't bother him, even as a human. He was with animals, even if they were strange animals. He was getting along pretty well with them, in fact. The instincts weren't too different, even with the difference in species. No, the real problem was the lack of missions, of things to focus on.
Without missions, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't be the eyes in the sky anymore, and he couldn't spend his days tracking people near the Yeerk Pool entrances. He didn't have to fight for food, and he should be relaxing… but he couldn't help but worry. He probably wouldn't ever stop worrying, or jumping every time his Pokemon woke him with a peck to the forehead.
Instincts weren't so easily lost, after all. Human bodies weren't so easily adjusted to, either. He'd figured that out the first time he tried to sleep in the rain - he'd gotten soaked to the bone and had no way of keeping warm without feathers. Facial expressions, too - those were some of the hardest things to relearn. How did people do this? Had he really lost so much humanity in two years?
Maybe. It didn't really matter anymore. No one here knew that he'd spent two years as a hawk, and he meant to keep it that way. Maybe he hadn't seen any sign of Yeerks - but that didn't mean they weren't here. Totally relaxing wasn't an option. It never would be again, really.
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First Person Sample:
Is this thing on?
[Right. Okay good, it is.]
I'm never sure with this thing. … Anyway, look! Washington evolved!
['Washington' in this case being the rather giant Braviary that's trying to sit on his head. It's not working out, because the bird is as big as he is. After yet another thwarted attempt at sitting on Tobias' head, the bird puffs up and preens proudly.]
… We're still working on the uh… landing thing. Anyway, someone told me there was a bear Pokemon? Does anyone have any eggs for one, or know where to find one? Bears always remind me of a friend.
['Friend', right. Probably more than a friend based on how his cheeks are starting to flush a little bit, but shush.]
… Anyway. I'm going to go fly with Washington. Leave me a message if you know.
Third Person Sample:
How long had it been since he was stuck here, with no morphing ability, no contact with the others, and no idea how the war was going? How long since he'd been dropped in this weird world of Pokemon? Even with rumors of Pokemon being stolen, this was a game - and the war wasn't. He'd hoped that the Ellimist would take notice, figure out that something was wrong, but it hadn't worked. Not yet, at least - so he had to adapt.
Being out in the wilderness didn't bother him, even as a human. He was with animals, even if they were strange animals. He was getting along pretty well with them, in fact. The instincts weren't too different, even with the difference in species. No, the real problem was the lack of missions, of things to focus on.
Without missions, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't be the eyes in the sky anymore, and he couldn't spend his days tracking people near the Yeerk Pool entrances. He didn't have to fight for food, and he should be relaxing… but he couldn't help but worry. He probably wouldn't ever stop worrying, or jumping every time his Pokemon woke him with a peck to the forehead.
Instincts weren't so easily lost, after all. Human bodies weren't so easily adjusted to, either. He'd figured that out the first time he tried to sleep in the rain - he'd gotten soaked to the bone and had no way of keeping warm without feathers. Facial expressions, too - those were some of the hardest things to relearn. How did people do this? Had he really lost so much humanity in two years?
Maybe. It didn't really matter anymore. No one here knew that he'd spent two years as a hawk, and he meant to keep it that way. Maybe he hadn't seen any sign of Yeerks - but that didn't mean they weren't here. Totally relaxing wasn't an option. It never would be again, really.