"Son of a gun. Which way did he go?" Vincent manages an exasperated groan as Ventus fills him in. "Tell me you know where the kid was heading, Doc."
For the love of Arcaeus... Five second attention spans... He sighs inwardly shaking off the dark mood. There's time for brooding later.
"You mentioned knowing how to handle yourself in a fight, Doc, but I don't like these odds since we're going to be barging into a nest blind and half cocked."
He purses his lips, and finger whistles, the shrill sound audible over the drumming rain as he half dashes, half hobbles into the rain, waving like a madman.
"Yo! P.C.!" He hollers in the direction of the uniformed officer. "GOT A TALL GRASSER!"
The lingo came instinctively, an acknowledgement of the officer's rank and a shorthand warning of an unsupervised individual straying into Pokemon territory common among the beat cops who made up the bulk of the constabulary. And if the officer hadn't noticed, that whistle would have agitated the growlithe enough to come investigate. Confident he had secured the officer's attention, he turned back to Ventus.
"Get Raphael prepped for a fight if necessary. We're going to go stop a kid from killing himself in a snake nest." He didn't need to check on Winston - he could almost feel the coiled tension of a wound spring ready to release, a palpable force in itself. "Lead the way, Doc."
For the love of Arcaeus... Five second attention spans... He sighs inwardly shaking off the dark mood. There's time for brooding later.
"You mentioned knowing how to handle yourself in a fight, Doc, but I don't like these odds since we're going to be barging into a nest blind and half cocked."
He purses his lips, and finger whistles, the shrill sound audible over the drumming rain as he half dashes, half hobbles into the rain, waving like a madman.
"Yo! P.C.!" He hollers in the direction of the uniformed officer. "GOT A TALL GRASSER!"
The lingo came instinctively, an acknowledgement of the officer's rank and a shorthand warning of an unsupervised individual straying into Pokemon territory common among the beat cops who made up the bulk of the constabulary. And if the officer hadn't noticed, that whistle would have agitated the growlithe enough to come investigate. Confident he had secured the officer's attention, he turned back to Ventus.
"Get Raphael prepped for a fight if necessary. We're going to go stop a kid from killing himself in a snake nest." He didn't need to check on Winston - he could almost feel the coiled tension of a wound spring ready to release, a palpable force in itself. "Lead the way, Doc."
