Vincent glances up from the counter as Larry, trundles in, borrows a ball and leaves without saying a word.
"FORCE OF NATURE, THAT KID." The man's features are immediately recognizable as he coalesces from nothing. It's him. But not.
And you are here why exactly?
"DID SAY I WANTED TO TALK. BUT WE'LL GET TO THAT. WE CAN ASSUME THAT SINCE THE KID IS UP AND ABOUT AND DOING HIS OWN THING... AGAIN... THAT YOUR FRIENDS HAVE WRAPPED UP THAT MANKEY." There is the barest hint of a smile on his visitor's face. It's unsettling.
You said you're here to talk. So talk.
"I SAID I WAS GETTING TO THAT. THREE FIGHTS IN A DAY IS IMPRESSIVE TO WATCH BUT YOU'VE LET YOURSELF GO, VINCENT. YOU'RE SOFT, AND YOUR TRAINING STYLE REFLECTS IT. YOU'VE KEPT THE BLUSTER BUT IT'S A FRONT LOADED VENEER - YOU SWING FIRST AND SWING HARD, BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE A HIT. NEITHER CAN YOUR POKEMON. IT'S COSTING YOU."
I know.
"SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING ABOUT IT?" He turns and walks away, disappearing again in a riot of movement and a sheer of sparks.
Vincent blinks as reality unfolds back into being around him. He forces the mask of neutrality back onto his face and approaches the counter.
"Pardon me for disturbing you, Nurse. I'd like to check if my Pokemon are ready. Also, do you have an empty dorm or a training room I can borrow? I've got a wild capture currently being treated and I was hoping to do some basic familiarization with it."
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OOC:
Regardless of what answer he gets from the Centre, Vincent will give Ventus a call using his Pokedex's phone function just to check in. Ventus might be out like a light, but that's the wonders of information asymmetry.
Also, regular guest star: the figure I'm starting to refer to as 'the better half'. Nope. He's not real, folks.
"FORCE OF NATURE, THAT KID." The man's features are immediately recognizable as he coalesces from nothing. It's him. But not.
And you are here why exactly?
"DID SAY I WANTED TO TALK. BUT WE'LL GET TO THAT. WE CAN ASSUME THAT SINCE THE KID IS UP AND ABOUT AND DOING HIS OWN THING... AGAIN... THAT YOUR FRIENDS HAVE WRAPPED UP THAT MANKEY." There is the barest hint of a smile on his visitor's face. It's unsettling.
You said you're here to talk. So talk.
"I SAID I WAS GETTING TO THAT. THREE FIGHTS IN A DAY IS IMPRESSIVE TO WATCH BUT YOU'VE LET YOURSELF GO, VINCENT. YOU'RE SOFT, AND YOUR TRAINING STYLE REFLECTS IT. YOU'VE KEPT THE BLUSTER BUT IT'S A FRONT LOADED VENEER - YOU SWING FIRST AND SWING HARD, BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE A HIT. NEITHER CAN YOUR POKEMON. IT'S COSTING YOU."
I know.
"SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING ABOUT IT?" He turns and walks away, disappearing again in a riot of movement and a sheer of sparks.
Vincent blinks as reality unfolds back into being around him. He forces the mask of neutrality back onto his face and approaches the counter.
"Pardon me for disturbing you, Nurse. I'd like to check if my Pokemon are ready. Also, do you have an empty dorm or a training room I can borrow? I've got a wild capture currently being treated and I was hoping to do some basic familiarization with it."
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OOC:
Regardless of what answer he gets from the Centre, Vincent will give Ventus a call using his Pokedex's phone function just to check in. Ventus might be out like a light, but that's the wonders of information asymmetry.
Also, regular guest star: the figure I'm starting to refer to as 'the better half'. Nope. He's not real, folks.
