Game Mechanics:
Approaching Survivalist Clancy to ask about the lost Ponyta. Trying to avoid a fight on grounds of being utterly broke. Yep. We're in a Detective Conan sketch.
Getting an unruly Pokemon with a history of generally being jerk to people out of a public area is Vincent's current focus. Worry about the little things later. Serve and Protect and all that jazz.
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Watching the other trainers go about their business, Vincent, reaches down and pops the catch on his remaining Pokeball, freeing his Paras in a flash of light.
"Not quite home, Moran, but I figured you'd want to stretch for a bit. Just stay close and please don't wander too far." He retrieves the food bowl and gently places on the ground next to him. "I'll be back in a bit."
Snatching the bowl, the bug gamely flips it over it's head and scuttles into some undergrowth, the bright red bowl peeking out of the foliage.
"Winston. Just keep an eye on him for a bit and stay out of trouble. I need to go talk. The both of you come running if there's trouble, got that?"
Mentally, he weighs what he's doing. He's not planning on going far, just about ten to fifteen meters, and definitely not out of earshot, close enough for his Pokemon to scoot over if needed, so he's not exactly all that worried. On the other hand, approaching a trainer without 'Mons at hand did tend to diffuse any tensions from overly eager combatants itching to start a fight.
"BEING BROKE HELPS TOO."
You shut up.
"Trainer!" He calls, approaching the survivalist waving. "Need a bit of help. Not here to fight."
He waits until he has the survivalist's attention, then continues. "Name's Vincent Lee. I'm helping a friend keep an eye out for a stray Ponyta that's been causing a bit of a ruckus. Belongs to a local ranch, so in all probability it's likely chipped," and thus illegal to capture - but he doesn't verbalize the implication. "Bit of a wild streak supposedly and definitely not shy of causing problems for trainers and passers-by. I need to rein it in before it actually hurts someone out here. Have you seen it?
And a bit of flattery to play to the ego won't hurt. He nods inwardly.
"I approached you because I figured that only a survival expert like you would be able to discern anything if they came across anything that would hint to the passage of a horse... or even a large fire type? Do you have any information that could help?"
Approaching Survivalist Clancy to ask about the lost Ponyta. Trying to avoid a fight on grounds of being utterly broke. Yep. We're in a Detective Conan sketch.
Getting an unruly Pokemon with a history of generally being jerk to people out of a public area is Vincent's current focus. Worry about the little things later. Serve and Protect and all that jazz.
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Watching the other trainers go about their business, Vincent, reaches down and pops the catch on his remaining Pokeball, freeing his Paras in a flash of light.
"Not quite home, Moran, but I figured you'd want to stretch for a bit. Just stay close and please don't wander too far." He retrieves the food bowl and gently places on the ground next to him. "I'll be back in a bit."
Snatching the bowl, the bug gamely flips it over it's head and scuttles into some undergrowth, the bright red bowl peeking out of the foliage.
"Winston. Just keep an eye on him for a bit and stay out of trouble. I need to go talk. The both of you come running if there's trouble, got that?"
Mentally, he weighs what he's doing. He's not planning on going far, just about ten to fifteen meters, and definitely not out of earshot, close enough for his Pokemon to scoot over if needed, so he's not exactly all that worried. On the other hand, approaching a trainer without 'Mons at hand did tend to diffuse any tensions from overly eager combatants itching to start a fight.
"BEING BROKE HELPS TOO."
You shut up.
"Trainer!" He calls, approaching the survivalist waving. "Need a bit of help. Not here to fight."
He waits until he has the survivalist's attention, then continues. "Name's Vincent Lee. I'm helping a friend keep an eye out for a stray Ponyta that's been causing a bit of a ruckus. Belongs to a local ranch, so in all probability it's likely chipped," and thus illegal to capture - but he doesn't verbalize the implication. "Bit of a wild streak supposedly and definitely not shy of causing problems for trainers and passers-by. I need to rein it in before it actually hurts someone out here. Have you seen it?
And a bit of flattery to play to the ego won't hurt. He nods inwardly.
"I approached you because I figured that only a survival expert like you would be able to discern anything if they came across anything that would hint to the passage of a horse... or even a large fire type? Do you have any information that could help?"
