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Um... This is Bertolt, and if you're hearing this I'm probably busy. You can leave a message here or call back later if you want? ...Can I start over?
Um... This is Bertolt, and if you're hearing this I'm probably busy. You can leave a message here or call back later if you want? ...Can I start over?
[Maybe it's just a bit chilly out, but the man seated on a bench outside the Pokemon Center and the Meowstic curled up in his lap don't appear to mind much. The white, fluffy Vulpix snoozing beside them seems quite comfortable, even.
A handwritten sign with a mediocre little doodle of her face propped up behind the fox might catch the eye, reading: I'm looking for a home! Come meet me!]
A handwritten sign with a mediocre little doodle of her face propped up behind the fox might catch the eye, reading: I'm looking for a home! Come meet me!]
[After arriving in Olivine and more or less settling in, Bertolt excused himself from Jean and the others to take some time for himself - and Marcel, of course. It's not that he doesn't enjoy their company, he just needs to get away and breathe and even take in some of the sights himself.
And, well, swing by the Pokemon Center too. Poor Marcel ended up getting a minor hit of Stun Spore thanks to 'playing' with a Paras just outside of town, so it's a good idea to get him fixed up before poking around.
At first he doesn't notice Anders or his Pokemon when he bolts into the building, but when he comes out - well, when Marcel shoves him out and plods behind his trainer, he catches a good, proper look at the tiny white fox, and Bertolt has to lightly bop his Arcanine's nose to get him to stop.]
...What kind of Pokemon is that?
And, well, swing by the Pokemon Center too. Poor Marcel ended up getting a minor hit of Stun Spore thanks to 'playing' with a Paras just outside of town, so it's a good idea to get him fixed up before poking around.
At first he doesn't notice Anders or his Pokemon when he bolts into the building, but when he comes out - well, when Marcel shoves him out and plods behind his trainer, he catches a good, proper look at the tiny white fox, and Bertolt has to lightly bop his Arcanine's nose to get him to stop.]
...What kind of Pokemon is that?
[The ocean was amazing. Especially now that they had arrived on the Sevii Islands, where the sand was warm, the sun bright in the sky and the water a bright azure blue, Armin couldn't get enough of it. He'd be pleased as anything to just sit there and stare at it for hours, to wander along the water line, searching for shells and other things brought in by the water.
But it had also made one thing impossible to ignore any longer: Armin couldn't swim. Not worth a single tiny damn. It had never been important during training, not when there were few rivers and lakes deep enough nearby to go swimming in. But here--
He'd need to learn. He had already made that decision. But swimming is not something you can learn from a book. Eren, he knows, doesn't swim much better than he does. And in any case, Eren is a lot of things, but a particularly good teacher is not one of them. Too easily distracted. Jean... honestly, while they are better friends now, Armin still remembers the times during their training that Jean had laughed when he had struggled to keep up. No, this was something he was not going to invite Jean to. Which only left--]
Bertolt, do you have a moment? There is something I want to ask.
But it had also made one thing impossible to ignore any longer: Armin couldn't swim. Not worth a single tiny damn. It had never been important during training, not when there were few rivers and lakes deep enough nearby to go swimming in. But here--
He'd need to learn. He had already made that decision. But swimming is not something you can learn from a book. Eren, he knows, doesn't swim much better than he does. And in any case, Eren is a lot of things, but a particularly good teacher is not one of them. Too easily distracted. Jean... honestly, while they are better friends now, Armin still remembers the times during their training that Jean had laughed when he had struggled to keep up. No, this was something he was not going to invite Jean to. Which only left--]
Bertolt, do you have a moment? There is something I want to ask.
Edited 2017-03-11 16:16 (UTC)
[The Sevii Islands, as Bertolt had discovered, also wasn't the best place to have an Arcanine who still had his winter coat. It broke Bertolt's heart to keep Marcel either indoors or in his pokeball during the day, but he couldn't risk seeing his best friend overheat. Being a fire-type was one thing, but a fire-type that had a coat thick enough to make a whole sweater from the shedding?
Bertolt still took him out at sundown and at night to sniff around the beach, at least, and being indoors meant it was a good time for the Arcanine to bond with Ulrich and keep him out of trouble.
It also gave Bertolt the chance to get away and take time for himself, especially after the boat trip and the stress sitting on his shoulders since Olivine. Who knew he'd get sea sick after all these years? It had never happened before, but...]
If it's about me snapping a little on the boat, I'm sorry
I wasn't feeling good|
Bertolt still took him out at sundown and at night to sniff around the beach, at least, and being indoors meant it was a good time for the Arcanine to bond with Ulrich and keep him out of trouble.
It also gave Bertolt the chance to get away and take time for himself, especially after the boat trip and the stress sitting on his shoulders since Olivine. Who knew he'd get sea sick after all these years? It had never happened before, but...]
If it's about me snapping a little on the boat, I'm sorry
I wasn't feeling good|
Hey dude! I meant to send this to you earlier but I got caught up with some work and making a deal for a thing.
How have you and the team been doing lately? Both your mates and your Pokemon, I mean! I'm just working away, training, all that jazz. There's something I badly wanna buy...but I might have just brought a Pokemon egg. Whoops. Speaking of! You had a lot of bulky, rock-types, yeah? I know I didn't get to see em much cos of the dumb rules at the park but from what I saw that's what you had.
See, I got a fossil just...randomly in my bag? It was after this festival in Azalea, I didn't go but I went and gave an offering at one of the shrines in Ilex and I guess the time Pokemon everyone was talking about smiled at me? But turned out, you could bring them to life?? And now I got this guy, and I figured you might like to see 'im!
[ There's a picture of a Cranidos! It's looking very energetic, head lowered and playing with a Midday Lycanroc ]
How have you and the team been doing lately? Both your mates and your Pokemon, I mean! I'm just working away, training, all that jazz. There's something I badly wanna buy...but I might have just brought a Pokemon egg. Whoops. Speaking of! You had a lot of bulky, rock-types, yeah? I know I didn't get to see em much cos of the dumb rules at the park but from what I saw that's what you had.
See, I got a fossil just...randomly in my bag? It was after this festival in Azalea, I didn't go but I went and gave an offering at one of the shrines in Ilex and I guess the time Pokemon everyone was talking about smiled at me? But turned out, you could bring them to life?? And now I got this guy, and I figured you might like to see 'im!
[ There's a picture of a Cranidos! It's looking very energetic, head lowered and playing with a Midday Lycanroc ]
Edited 2017-07-02 18:07 (UTC)
We're okay. Armin and Historia went off to the festival, so the rest of us have been sort of hanging around Cerulean. I've been sticking to Jean for the most part, but I've been putting Marcel and Pieck through some of the courses over at the Police Academy in town. I figured I'd see how I did there too because back home I placed third in our entire class in the training corps for the military and so far it's...
Weird.
I don't know how to explain it but it's completely different from stuff we did back home - I mean, the general stuff is the same like running laps and physical exercise, but everything else is the opposite of what I expected. But I found out that they don't just use Growlithe in the police. There's some other branches and they apparently use Arcanine in this group called SWAT? I don't know what it's for, but... Marcel would be a little scary in something like that. They're going to let us see what he can do with that sort of stuff, but we just have to wait for them to set the course up. It's not going to be for a couple days but it's... kind of exciting, you know? Even though I'm technically a cadet, they've been really|
They've been really nice.
That one kind of looks like Galliard. Only less teeth.
Weird.
I don't know how to explain it but it's completely different from stuff we did back home - I mean, the general stuff is the same like running laps and physical exercise, but everything else is the opposite of what I expected. But I found out that they don't just use Growlithe in the police. There's some other branches and they apparently use Arcanine in this group called SWAT? I don't know what it's for, but... Marcel would be a little scary in something like that. They're going to let us see what he can do with that sort of stuff, but we just have to wait for them to set the course up. It's not going to be for a couple days but it's... kind of exciting, you know? Even though I'm technically a cadet, they've been really|
They've been really nice.
That one kind of looks like Galliard. Only less teeth.
[ Hey Bert, check out this picture of a newborn Rhyhorn! Who is...surrounded by debris. Someone hatched in the middle of a market; an open market and not the Department store, thank God, and the damage seems to be a couple of stalls at most and not the entire marketplace. But it's still impressive given he's literally just been born and did this damage in about five seconds of being alive. ]
So, this one hatched while I was shopping. I named him Crash :D
So, this one hatched while I was shopping. I named him Crash :D
You said you wanted pictures so here's a picture.
[Attached is a photo of Vanitas's recently hatched Axew sitting on top of his Totodile who looks very displeased with the situation.
Isn't he just adorable?]
[Attached is a photo of Vanitas's recently hatched Axew sitting on top of his Totodile who looks very displeased with the situation.
Isn't he just adorable?]
Bertolt!
[Someone got a great idea while he was sleeping, and now that he's awake, he absolutely needs to talk about it. He needs to talk about it to the extent that he's climbing on Bertolt's bed and trying to shake him awake.]
Bertolt, wake up! I need to borrow Bubblegum!
[Someone got a great idea while he was sleeping, and now that he's awake, he absolutely needs to talk about it. He needs to talk about it to the extent that he's climbing on Bertolt's bed and trying to shake him awake.]
Bertolt, wake up! I need to borrow Bubblegum!
[Bertolt is already starting to curl up when he feels the bed shift, his face burying itself deeper in his pillow. He doesn't know what time it is, but he's decided it's too early.
When he hears his name too, Bertolt starts to groan, but that groan quickly shifts into a high-pitched protesting whine the second he starts being shaken. Noooooooooooo--]
Nnnnnnnn...
When he hears his name too, Bertolt starts to groan, but that groan quickly shifts into a high-pitched protesting whine the second he starts being shaken. Noooooooooooo--]
Nnnnnnnn...
[ He's called Noctis and he's called Armin. Now, Bert. His Pokemon are training behind him and it seems two Pikachus; An Tintreach and a wild one with a ring of flowers around one ear; are talking seriously together. ]
Hey man! It's been a while. I know we were hoping to meet up here in Fuchsia but...with the announcement and all, we're gonna have to reschedule. I'm heading to the Seafoam Islands. I can't get back to Johto and those other places in time to help, and if these birds figure 'oh the leader of the dogs is gone, let's start a fight' then shit is gonna get really bad.
Hey man! It's been a while. I know we were hoping to meet up here in Fuchsia but...with the announcement and all, we're gonna have to reschedule. I'm heading to the Seafoam Islands. I can't get back to Johto and those other places in time to help, and if these birds figure 'oh the leader of the dogs is gone, let's start a fight' then shit is gonna get really bad.
I can't go to the Islands. I-- Part of me wants to, but...
[There's the whole seasickness thing and his team mostly being fire and rock. They'd be useless there.
Behind him, his Machoke is helping his Charizard with her new flight harness and making sure everything is adjusted and sitting properly, and just off to the side the top of his Tyrantrum's massive snout can be seen nudging at Bertolt's arm with a low sound mixed between a rumble and the chuff of a large cat.]
It'll take me awhile to get over there, but I'm going to Mortar. I can't... I'd be more useful over there. [His Tyrantrum rumbles again, louder this time, and Bertolt shifts a little in order to place one hand on the bridge of his nose.] I'm not sure where the others are going yet. I haven't had a chance to really ask yet.
[There's the whole seasickness thing and his team mostly being fire and rock. They'd be useless there.
Behind him, his Machoke is helping his Charizard with her new flight harness and making sure everything is adjusted and sitting properly, and just off to the side the top of his Tyrantrum's massive snout can be seen nudging at Bertolt's arm with a low sound mixed between a rumble and the chuff of a large cat.]
It'll take me awhile to get over there, but I'm going to Mortar. I can't... I'd be more useful over there. [His Tyrantrum rumbles again, louder this time, and Bertolt shifts a little in order to place one hand on the bridge of his nose.] I'm not sure where the others are going yet. I haven't had a chance to really ask yet.
[The air is hot, wet, and almost pulsing. The walls are metal, but crawling with something too organic to be rust. Tattered red cloth hangs in rotting cascades all around, and a tiny pinprick of light glimmers somewhere, far, far above in the darkness overhead.]
[Even though it's large enough to hold a small crowd, a congregation, there is something horribly claustrophobic about the high-ceilinged room that Bertolt finds himself in. It doesn't feel like a room.]
[It feels like a pit.]
[It feels, somehow, not unlike the pocket of flesh at the back of a Titan's neck.]
[There is only one other person there, and her back is facing Bert.]
[A woman-- tall, austere, with long silvery hair and a dress the color of an old chalkboard. Despite the filthy floor, her bony feet are bare. Her head is bowed, and she's praying in low, hurried murmurs that come out in rhythm with the pulse of the air. This... goes on for some time.]
[In another room-- another world-- it might sound soothing.]
[But it doesn't.]
[The walls are humming.]
[Her voice grows more strained-- she sounds like she's in pain, and yet she carries on even as her prayers begin to come in whimpers rather than whispers.]
[And then-- her body wracks. Limbs contorting painfully, she arches like a praying mantis. Legs bowed, arms spread. A horrible, gut-wrenching cry of agony tears from her throat. And her previously pale skin begins to crawl with the same squirming substance that covers the walls.]
[There's a series of horrible wet cracking noises-- like a crab being opened-- and then her body comes apart at the seams.]
[What emerges is big-- impossibly big. TOO big to have possibly been contained in a human body. A colossal skeleton unfurls, its shoulders scraping the sides of the room. It looks incomplete, somehow. Unfinished.]
[It turns slowly, ribcage rattling as it draws its first breaths.]
[Its face is like cracked porcelain.]
[It looks directly at Bertolt and opens its eyes. The light from them consumes the entire room.]
[Even though it's large enough to hold a small crowd, a congregation, there is something horribly claustrophobic about the high-ceilinged room that Bertolt finds himself in. It doesn't feel like a room.]
[It feels like a pit.]
[It feels, somehow, not unlike the pocket of flesh at the back of a Titan's neck.]
[There is only one other person there, and her back is facing Bert.]
[A woman-- tall, austere, with long silvery hair and a dress the color of an old chalkboard. Despite the filthy floor, her bony feet are bare. Her head is bowed, and she's praying in low, hurried murmurs that come out in rhythm with the pulse of the air. This... goes on for some time.]
[In another room-- another world-- it might sound soothing.]
[But it doesn't.]
[The walls are humming.]
[Her voice grows more strained-- she sounds like she's in pain, and yet she carries on even as her prayers begin to come in whimpers rather than whispers.]
[And then-- her body wracks. Limbs contorting painfully, she arches like a praying mantis. Legs bowed, arms spread. A horrible, gut-wrenching cry of agony tears from her throat. And her previously pale skin begins to crawl with the same squirming substance that covers the walls.]
[There's a series of horrible wet cracking noises-- like a crab being opened-- and then her body comes apart at the seams.]
[What emerges is big-- impossibly big. TOO big to have possibly been contained in a human body. A colossal skeleton unfurls, its shoulders scraping the sides of the room. It looks incomplete, somehow. Unfinished.]
[It turns slowly, ribcage rattling as it draws its first breaths.]
[Its face is like cracked porcelain.]
[It looks directly at Bertolt and opens its eyes. The light from them consumes the entire room.]
The dream starts the same as it always does: for just a moment, it’s the three of them and everything is okay. It’s him, Eren and Mikasa, and Shiganshina lays around them, the same as it always has been with its cobbled little streets lined with houses, the market always full with stalls selling fresh meat and produce from the farm surrounding their little town. His grandfather is in one of those houses, probably reading a book. And Eren’s mom is in another, maybe hanging a fresh load of laundry out to dry. The sun is warm and beautiful in the clear blue sky, some birds lazily flying along the few puffs of white that roll across it.
And then the world ends.
It’s starts with a sound, a loud ear-splitting sound like a crack or thunder or an explosion. Nobody understands, not then. The people draw into the streets, and the three of them follow. Nobody is sure who spots it first, but then everybody sees it.
There’s a hand on top of the wall.
Slowly, the huge fingers curl, leave gauges in the wall, sending debris down and then the face appears. It’s a horrifying face. Larger than any face has a right to be, skinless with only angry red flesh stretched taut over a skull, steam pouring, billowing off it. And for a moment, everybody is still. Nobody screams, not yet. They all stare without comprehension at the titan. Because it is a titan, except not even a titan should be this large, right? The wall is sixty meters tall. There is no way a titan should be able to peer over it, stare down at them like an angry god.
And then, with another loud noise, the wall falls. And the screaming starts.
The debris falls across the city as people start scrambling away. Everywhere there is noise now: crying children and adults, people screaming and the sounds of pain, the gurgling last breathes of the people hit with the rumble.
And then suddenly, Mikasa and Eren are gone and Armin is alone. He’s shaking, his knees trembling so hard he fears he might fall. Because this is the end, he knows. Even now, titans must be pouring into the city via the broken gate. The only thing that has stood between them and their annihilation has fallen.
Humanity is doomed.
And then the world ends.
It’s starts with a sound, a loud ear-splitting sound like a crack or thunder or an explosion. Nobody understands, not then. The people draw into the streets, and the three of them follow. Nobody is sure who spots it first, but then everybody sees it.
There’s a hand on top of the wall.
Slowly, the huge fingers curl, leave gauges in the wall, sending debris down and then the face appears. It’s a horrifying face. Larger than any face has a right to be, skinless with only angry red flesh stretched taut over a skull, steam pouring, billowing off it. And for a moment, everybody is still. Nobody screams, not yet. They all stare without comprehension at the titan. Because it is a titan, except not even a titan should be this large, right? The wall is sixty meters tall. There is no way a titan should be able to peer over it, stare down at them like an angry god.
And then, with another loud noise, the wall falls. And the screaming starts.
The debris falls across the city as people start scrambling away. Everywhere there is noise now: crying children and adults, people screaming and the sounds of pain, the gurgling last breathes of the people hit with the rumble.
And then suddenly, Mikasa and Eren are gone and Armin is alone. He’s shaking, his knees trembling so hard he fears he might fall. Because this is the end, he knows. Even now, titans must be pouring into the city via the broken gate. The only thing that has stood between them and their annihilation has fallen.
Humanity is doomed.
[The owners of the hotel they are staying at in Blackthorn really have gone all out for this Christmas season. There aren't any trees in their rooms, sure, but there is a gigantic one in the sitting area off the lobby, the same place where a giant fire is constantly roaring in the hearth, ready to warm anyone coming in from the outside.
It's where Armin has been hanging around, waiting for the others. He had already given Jean his gifts when he had noticed the tree had a few packages underneath it with familiar names. Honestly, at first he had assumed it had been from Shiro perhaps, but that assumption had quickly been proven wrong once he had unwrapped the one with his name on it. Shiro-- Shiro couldn't have done this. Nobody could've done this.
Which is how Bert might find Armin, still on his knees by the Christmas tree, wearing a nice warm Christmas sweater and staring at something laying on his lap like he can't believe it is there. There are also two other gifts laying next to him, neatly packaged and perhaps ready to be opened by a certain tall friend.]
It's where Armin has been hanging around, waiting for the others. He had already given Jean his gifts when he had noticed the tree had a few packages underneath it with familiar names. Honestly, at first he had assumed it had been from Shiro perhaps, but that assumption had quickly been proven wrong once he had unwrapped the one with his name on it. Shiro-- Shiro couldn't have done this. Nobody could've done this.
Which is how Bert might find Armin, still on his knees by the Christmas tree, wearing a nice warm Christmas sweater and staring at something laying on his lap like he can't believe it is there. There are also two other gifts laying next to him, neatly packaged and perhaps ready to be opened by a certain tall friend.]
[Were it up to Bertolt, he'd have never left the little spa wing of the hotel. It wasn't as fancy as the proper spa in the city, but by the gods it was perfect for what it was. The only reason he was out in the lobby now was a small group of people had booked the better part of the afternoon so his next 'visit' would have to wait until later in the day. Or the next morning.
Maybe morning if only to work out the kinks that were sure to develop in his neck and back in the middle of the night.
Pulling the little fleece blanket from his room around his shoulders a little tighter, Bertolt ducks and weaves his way through the incoming ski crowd and slumps into one of the cozy chairs near the tree and glances over in Armin's direction with a curious look. That, uh... Gee, you okay, buddy?]
...What's wrong?
Maybe morning if only to work out the kinks that were sure to develop in his neck and back in the middle of the night.
Pulling the little fleece blanket from his room around his shoulders a little tighter, Bertolt ducks and weaves his way through the incoming ski crowd and slumps into one of the cozy chairs near the tree and glances over in Armin's direction with a curious look. That, uh... Gee, you okay, buddy?]
...What's wrong?
BERTOLT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Did you see on the news about the Pokemon Contests?????
THEY'RE HAVING A CONTEST!! WHERE WE CAN PERFORM!!!! ♡♡♡
I had no idea that, that was a thing. I'm so excited~♡
Are you gonna do it?? It's in Celadon and we can TOTALLY hang out! ♡ Isn't that exciting??
I hope you compete and may the best team win, hehe!
xoxo
♡ Mari ♡
Did you see on the news about the Pokemon Contests?????
THEY'RE HAVING A CONTEST!! WHERE WE CAN PERFORM!!!! ♡♡♡
I had no idea that, that was a thing. I'm so excited~♡
Are you gonna do it?? It's in Celadon and we can TOTALLY hang out! ♡ Isn't that exciting??
I hope you compete and may the best team win, hehe!
xoxo
♡ Mari ♡
this is how bertolt hoover dies you thought it was some traumatic aot stuff but it was this
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meteorman
- 2018-01-22 02:04 (UTC) - Expand
So, uh...
[Why is this so hard? It's not like Jean doesn't call Bertolt fairly often, just to say hi or see what's going on out in Blackthorn. They don't talke every day, or even every other day, but at least a couple times a week. But right now Jean is feeling all weird and out of sorts, and he needs to get this off his chest and maybe then he can go stuff his face full of chocolate in peace.]
You're one of my best friends, okay? And I miss you. I want to hang out more, like we used to, back when we were all traveling together and we shared a tent. It's not the same here without you. Sometimes...
[A pause.]
Sometimes you remind me of Marco.
[GODS what the fuck is in the water today that's it he's hanging up.]
[Why is this so hard? It's not like Jean doesn't call Bertolt fairly often, just to say hi or see what's going on out in Blackthorn. They don't talke every day, or even every other day, but at least a couple times a week. But right now Jean is feeling all weird and out of sorts, and he needs to get this off his chest and maybe then he can go stuff his face full of chocolate in peace.]
You're one of my best friends, okay? And I miss you. I want to hang out more, like we used to, back when we were all traveling together and we shared a tent. It's not the same here without you. Sometimes...
[A pause.]
Sometimes you remind me of Marco.
[GODS what the fuck is in the water today that's it he's hanging up.]
Bertolt!! I hope you're having fun in Blackthorn!!! You won't BELIEVE what happened!!!
I have eggs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wanted to let you know first!!
Also: I miss you. I hope you're having a great time. Hope to see you again soon! ♡
xoxo love,
Mari ♡
I have eggs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wanted to let you know first!!
Also: I miss you. I hope you're having a great time. Hope to see you again soon! ♡
xoxo love,
Mari ♡
Really? Which ones are the parents, do you know?
And, uh... Funny story about Blackthorn, actually.
I had to go to Goldenrod for awhile after I got back. My Jangmo-o sort of... knocked holes in the walls of my house so I'm staying down here while some people fix it. It's still pretty tough to get up to so I figured it'd be easiest if I stayed out of their way while they worked on everything.
And, uh... Funny story about Blackthorn, actually.
I had to go to Goldenrod for awhile after I got back. My Jangmo-o sort of... knocked holes in the walls of my house so I'm staying down here while some people fix it. It's still pretty tough to get up to so I figured it'd be easiest if I stayed out of their way while they worked on everything.
Hey Bertolt!
I got your ghosty tree. I'm gonna train her up a little bit for you if that's okay.
Wanna see her?
I got your ghosty tree. I'm gonna train her up a little bit for you if that's okay.
Wanna see her?
Of course! I haven't tried training Sir at all ever since I got him now that I think about it. I'm always so afraid of him getting hurt and he's one of the few things I have left from Reiner, so I'm a little protective of him.
I'd love to see her though!
I'd love to see her though!
Bertolt, can you call me back when you've got time? There is something I have to tell you.
[He sounds pretty damn serious there.]
[He sounds pretty damn serious there.]
Edited 2018-04-02 21:20 (UTC)
I’m on my phone and idk why the link isn’t working but YOU KNOW THE GIF
hellablue
- 2018-05-15 20:30 (UTC) - ExpandAction; Backdated to a few days after Armin got his Lapras herd
schachmeister
2018-05-22 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[The last few days have been... a lot, to say the least. Angel's departure, Jean's awakening and then Mr Newt's disappearance had all followed each other rapidly. And with Mr Newt's disappearance had come a new responsibility in the form of eight Laprasses.
Armin had been aware of Mr Newt's intentions for his pod; how he had wanted to use those individuals to help repopulate Laprasses pods in the wild. And he had considered it an admirable goal, something that really fitted Mr Newt's way of thinking. He had even been willing to help him out in his own small ways. But then Mr Newt had disappeared and the whole pod, all eight of them, had found their way into Armin's ownership.
At first, he hadn't known what to do with them. He wasn't a breeder. He didn't know the first thing about breeding. The only time his pokemon had ever had eggs was when they had decided to do so. Really, he had considered finding someone else to take over the herd. A proper breeder who would know what to do. But... this had been Mr Newt's dream. Even if he found another breeder willing to take them on, could he be certain they would do everything in their power to make Mr Newt's dream a reality? He might be gone, but his vision could still live on.
It had taken him several days of hemming and hawing, but finally, Armin had decided that perhaps, he could do this. Despite not being a breeder, maybe he could make Mr Newt's dream come true.
Though once he had decided that, the realisation that he would need to learn a lot more about breeding was a quick second.
Thankfully, for once there was actually an active, successful breeder only a floor down from his own attic room. When it seems Bertolt is not caught up in anything too important, Armin knocks on the post of his door, poking his head into his room.]
Bertolt? If you've got the time, could I ask you some questions?
Armin had been aware of Mr Newt's intentions for his pod; how he had wanted to use those individuals to help repopulate Laprasses pods in the wild. And he had considered it an admirable goal, something that really fitted Mr Newt's way of thinking. He had even been willing to help him out in his own small ways. But then Mr Newt had disappeared and the whole pod, all eight of them, had found their way into Armin's ownership.
At first, he hadn't known what to do with them. He wasn't a breeder. He didn't know the first thing about breeding. The only time his pokemon had ever had eggs was when they had decided to do so. Really, he had considered finding someone else to take over the herd. A proper breeder who would know what to do. But... this had been Mr Newt's dream. Even if he found another breeder willing to take them on, could he be certain they would do everything in their power to make Mr Newt's dream a reality? He might be gone, but his vision could still live on.
It had taken him several days of hemming and hawing, but finally, Armin had decided that perhaps, he could do this. Despite not being a breeder, maybe he could make Mr Newt's dream come true.
Though once he had decided that, the realisation that he would need to learn a lot more about breeding was a quick second.
Thankfully, for once there was actually an active, successful breeder only a floor down from his own attic room. When it seems Bertolt is not caught up in anything too important, Armin knocks on the post of his door, poking his head into his room.]
Bertolt? If you've got the time, could I ask you some questions?
[Luckily the only thing of importance that Bertolt is doing is, well...
He's currently sprawled out on the bed, one leg propped up and the other crossed over his knee where his Salandit sits perched on his shin. There's even a little pile of pecans square in the center of Bertolt's chest and he occasionally picks one up and flicks it to the Salandit's waiting mouth, and sometimes she simply catches it, roasts it with a short-lived Flame Burst, and chucks it back at her trainer's face. How long have they been doing this to get into this smooth of a routine? Who knows, But it may or may not have something to do with the disappearing stashes of pecans from the cupboards.
It's unfortunate that the knock and appearance of Armin distracts the both of them - Bertolt's toss ends up beaning her in the nose, and the Salandit ends up chucking her roasted one smack between his eyes.]
A-Armin? I, ah... Y-Yeah. Just, uh... Watch your step.
[He'll drag the vacuum out to pick up any stray pecans later!]
He's currently sprawled out on the bed, one leg propped up and the other crossed over his knee where his Salandit sits perched on his shin. There's even a little pile of pecans square in the center of Bertolt's chest and he occasionally picks one up and flicks it to the Salandit's waiting mouth, and sometimes she simply catches it, roasts it with a short-lived Flame Burst, and chucks it back at her trainer's face. How long have they been doing this to get into this smooth of a routine? Who knows, But it may or may not have something to do with the disappearing stashes of pecans from the cupboards.
It's unfortunate that the knock and appearance of Armin distracts the both of them - Bertolt's toss ends up beaning her in the nose, and the Salandit ends up chucking her roasted one smack between his eyes.]
A-Armin? I, ah... Y-Yeah. Just, uh... Watch your step.
[He'll drag the vacuum out to pick up any stray pecans later!]
[Ford's been taking an extended sort of vacation winding through the sea between Olivine and Cianwood. He meant to go over, fight Chuck, and come right back, but... well. He's had a lot to think about recently and the sea helps like a lot of other things don't. The scenery visible behind him looks like the outside of the Whirl Islands.]
Bertolt! I have something very important to show you. [He turns to look at something off camera, gestures with his free hand-- and a very big snout pokes into frame. Magna is now a fully-evolved Garchomp, looks like.] She evolved just yesterday! Can you believe how big she is? I'm beginning to think your Pokémon just have a tendency toward being oversized.
[Taking an extended sea vacation doesn't mean he isn't training. If anything he's training more. It takes his mind off things.]
Bertolt! I have something very important to show you. [He turns to look at something off camera, gestures with his free hand-- and a very big snout pokes into frame. Magna is now a fully-evolved Garchomp, looks like.] She evolved just yesterday! Can you believe how big she is? I'm beginning to think your Pokémon just have a tendency toward being oversized.
[Taking an extended sea vacation doesn't mean he isn't training. If anything he's training more. It takes his mind off things.]
[Ford, where have you been young man--
No, really, Bertolt feels like he hasn't heard his voice in ages, even though Bertolt knows for a fact that he just sent Ford a few goofy pictures of his Aggron with his head stuck in some hole in a cliffside just the other day. How did he get his head in to begin with? Who knows! It's a total mystery.
Still, it's a little surprising to see him - and the big snoot right there. Holy gods in heaven, that's-- She's large.]
I-Is that the one I sent you awhile ago?
[It can't be Smash Mouth, can it?]
No, really, Bertolt feels like he hasn't heard his voice in ages, even though Bertolt knows for a fact that he just sent Ford a few goofy pictures of his Aggron with his head stuck in some hole in a cliffside just the other day. How did he get his head in to begin with? Who knows! It's a total mystery.
Still, it's a little surprising to see him - and the big snoot right there. Holy gods in heaven, that's-- She's large.]
I-Is that the one I sent you awhile ago?
[It can't be Smash Mouth, can it?]
[Mabel had seen Bert's post on the network and needless to say she'd been pretty worried. Plenty of people had contacted him to make sure he was okay and the last thing she wanted to do was overwhelm him, as worried as she was, so she'd set her mind on something else: a care package.
After finishing up Jane's she'd thrown herself into making something for Bert as well, her Pokemon helping her gather up everything she need and even finding some things to throw into the package as well. It was around the time that they reached Lavender Town with Jean that she finished everything up and sent her Dartrix out to find Bert, that large lumpy package attached to the owl's back.
Quill would find Bert wherever he was staying and land in a rather goofy, ungraceful manner, stumbling about then falling into a tumble only to hop up with his wings spread in a flourish. (Good thing the package on his back is squishy.) His grand entrance over, Quill will happily present his back--and the package--to Bert who will find a large, forest green sweater inside with a T-Rex knit onto the front of it with the word "Ext-ROAR-dinary" curved over the top of it. Wrapped up in the sweater are some berries, some shells and rocks her Pokemon had found, and a braided friendship bracelet.
There's also a letter:]
Hi Bert!!!
I saw your video on the network and I don't know what happened back home but I'm really glad you're home again and safe. I hope you find all your Pokemon friends and other friends okay! I made you a sweater because it looked like your clothes were pretty beat up and I know it's still warm out but it's never too early to have a sweater in case you need to be safe and cozy!!
Tabby Puss and Hambone helped me find the other stuff for you and your Pokemon and I made the friendship bracelet with Cotton's help! (He's my new Eevee!)
Dipper and I are in Lavender Town now, Jean brought us here with his walking coffee shop robot!! We should all meet up sometime and hang out and have a party!! :)
<3
Mabel
After finishing up Jane's she'd thrown herself into making something for Bert as well, her Pokemon helping her gather up everything she need and even finding some things to throw into the package as well. It was around the time that they reached Lavender Town with Jean that she finished everything up and sent her Dartrix out to find Bert, that large lumpy package attached to the owl's back.
Quill would find Bert wherever he was staying and land in a rather goofy, ungraceful manner, stumbling about then falling into a tumble only to hop up with his wings spread in a flourish. (Good thing the package on his back is squishy.) His grand entrance over, Quill will happily present his back--and the package--to Bert who will find a large, forest green sweater inside with a T-Rex knit onto the front of it with the word "Ext-ROAR-dinary" curved over the top of it. Wrapped up in the sweater are some berries, some shells and rocks her Pokemon had found, and a braided friendship bracelet.
There's also a letter:]
Hi Bert!!!
I saw your video on the network and I don't know what happened back home but I'm really glad you're home again and safe. I hope you find all your Pokemon friends and other friends okay! I made you a sweater because it looked like your clothes were pretty beat up and I know it's still warm out but it's never too early to have a sweater in case you need to be safe and cozy!!
Tabby Puss and Hambone helped me find the other stuff for you and your Pokemon and I made the friendship bracelet with Cotton's help! (He's my new Eevee!)
Dipper and I are in Lavender Town now, Jean brought us here with his walking coffee shop robot!! We should all meet up sometime and hang out and have a party!! :)
<3
Mabel
sup bert
im gonna keep this simple cuz i dont do feelsy bullshit unless youre like
my girlfriend. which i mean youre close but youve got a distinct lack of vag.
im kidding. so the point of this stupid note is cuz im gone. which you mightve figure out by now if you check your pc any time soon.
cuz theres a present for you in there! im leaving you bong water my muk. shes super chill. all u gotta do is make sure she has a lot of gross stuff to drink and youll be her new favorite in no time. i know u dont really smoke so u gotta find a stoner or two to donate their bong water cuz thats her favorite.
now itll be like a delicacy.
so anyway. uh. i know weve never been super like. besties or whatever. and that was mostly my fault. i was never the greatest friend towards you. i dunno if thats any better by the time you get this but i mean i have a lot to make up for so i doubt it.
youre a good dude. idk all of what u went thru in your world but it sounds like its got you fucked up and i wish it was an easy fix.
but itll get better. all u gotta do is.. idk. let people in. cuz when i got here i was fucked up too. more than i can ever, ever express. but the people here healed me. you were a part of that. dont underestimate urself. youre a good dude.
ive hit my feeling limit so i gotta bail before this gets anymore mushy.
thanks for everything, b
- Chloe
im gonna keep this simple cuz i dont do feelsy bullshit unless youre like
my girlfriend. which i mean youre close but youve got a distinct lack of vag.
im kidding. so the point of this stupid note is cuz im gone. which you mightve figure out by now if you check your pc any time soon.
cuz theres a present for you in there! im leaving you bong water my muk. shes super chill. all u gotta do is make sure she has a lot of gross stuff to drink and youll be her new favorite in no time. i know u dont really smoke so u gotta find a stoner or two to donate their bong water cuz thats her favorite.
now itll be like a delicacy.
so anyway. uh. i know weve never been super like. besties or whatever. and that was mostly my fault. i was never the greatest friend towards you. i dunno if thats any better by the time you get this but i mean i have a lot to make up for so i doubt it.
youre a good dude. idk all of what u went thru in your world but it sounds like its got you fucked up and i wish it was an easy fix.
but itll get better. all u gotta do is.. idk. let people in. cuz when i got here i was fucked up too. more than i can ever, ever express. but the people here healed me. you were a part of that. dont underestimate urself. youre a good dude.
ive hit my feeling limit so i gotta bail before this gets anymore mushy.
thanks for everything, b
- Chloe
Hoover. Bertolt Hoover?
Edited 2018-09-20 03:01 (UTC)
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