(04-26-2017, 10:01 PM)Iron Wrote: "Glass? It's fer music. Flutes. Byooteefull music. Summon the Pokemon. Soothe the horse ettin' me deyo. Bring down the South Wind!!"
He plucks one of the flowers. ""Deyo." and tucks it away in his Survivalbag. "Me deyo."
"Sir. Unfortunately there's a rogue ponyta in the glenn ahead, wrecking... your 'deyo'."
It's a surreal moment, but the gears in his mind are spinning frantically.
Too much stimuli. Too little focus. FOCUS.
"I take it you're a musician of sorts. And you know how to calm Pokemon. But you need an instrument?" The pieces are fragmented and utterly disjointed like a puzzle he doesn't have all the parts to. Too much guesswork.
"And for that you need glass to make a flute?"
"I've got a growlithe which knows ember. Will it help? We need to calm that horse before that Ponyta sets the whole field on fire."
I have no idea what I'm saying right now.
