A lone synapse, stubbornly staying at it's post where all others have long since fled in terror, screams unanswered instructions that wash through the sea of adrenaline like static, no recipients able or willing to respond.
Moran... It seemed to whisper.
Holy Crap! Moran!
As the ringing in his ears subsides, he rolls off the food dish as a little head pokes out. The Paras goggles at it's surroundings, and then promptly disappears beneath the dish again.
Lying on his back, he stares up at the sky. An blurry orange outline fills his vision and he feels something damp against his cheek.
There is a faint hint of ash and he gags. "I did tell you you have breath like an ashtray, right."
He feels another weight plonk down against his chest and notes the chirrup. "No, Sieg. I'm not dead yet. Now get off. You're heavy."
Slowly, groping for his cane, he pushes himself to a sitting position.
"SON OF A MOTHERLESS GOAT." The officer pushes himself back to his feet, smoothing the folds of his uniform, before letting loose a stream of invective.
Kid friendly, Sir.
"THEY CAN'T HEAR ME. REGARDLESS. WE'VE GOT A MAN DOWN. USE YOUR ASSETS AND THE CIVVIES CLEAR! LOCK DOWN THE AREA NOW!"
Shaking his head to clear the fog, he wipes a handful of mud from his face as Larry runs over.
"Thanks, Larry, but the juggler takes priority. Get him to the RV. Tell them he was hurt in a blast. Call Ginger Town's emergency services if necessary. I need to secure that rogue Voltorb before anyone else gets hurt."
"WHAT THE HELL IS A VOLTORB DOING IN A LAKE AREA" The officer asks grimly.
I'd ask the same thing about Nathan's Staryu, that Mankey and his Ralts. Either way, better wrap this fellow up before someone else gets hurt. The hows-and-whys can come later.
Grimly, he pushes himself back to his feet, grimacing inwardly at the pain in his leg. He'd have to get that looked at in a bit. Yeah. Definitely, in a bit.
Turning to his Pokemon, he addresses them in a tone that leaves no room for discussion. "Find that Voltorb now. We need to shut down the damn thing down before it's ready for another blast."
Moran... It seemed to whisper.
Holy Crap! Moran!
As the ringing in his ears subsides, he rolls off the food dish as a little head pokes out. The Paras goggles at it's surroundings, and then promptly disappears beneath the dish again.
Lying on his back, he stares up at the sky. An blurry orange outline fills his vision and he feels something damp against his cheek.
There is a faint hint of ash and he gags. "I did tell you you have breath like an ashtray, right."
He feels another weight plonk down against his chest and notes the chirrup. "No, Sieg. I'm not dead yet. Now get off. You're heavy."
Slowly, groping for his cane, he pushes himself to a sitting position.
"SON OF A MOTHERLESS GOAT." The officer pushes himself back to his feet, smoothing the folds of his uniform, before letting loose a stream of invective.
Kid friendly, Sir.
"THEY CAN'T HEAR ME. REGARDLESS. WE'VE GOT A MAN DOWN. USE YOUR ASSETS AND THE CIVVIES CLEAR! LOCK DOWN THE AREA NOW!"
Shaking his head to clear the fog, he wipes a handful of mud from his face as Larry runs over.
"Thanks, Larry, but the juggler takes priority. Get him to the RV. Tell them he was hurt in a blast. Call Ginger Town's emergency services if necessary. I need to secure that rogue Voltorb before anyone else gets hurt."
"WHAT THE HELL IS A VOLTORB DOING IN A LAKE AREA" The officer asks grimly.
I'd ask the same thing about Nathan's Staryu, that Mankey and his Ralts. Either way, better wrap this fellow up before someone else gets hurt. The hows-and-whys can come later.
Grimly, he pushes himself back to his feet, grimacing inwardly at the pain in his leg. He'd have to get that looked at in a bit. Yeah. Definitely, in a bit.
Turning to his Pokemon, he addresses them in a tone that leaves no room for discussion. "Find that Voltorb now. We need to shut down the damn thing down before it's ready for another blast."
