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victory_road2018-08-03 11:33 pm
meteorman) wrote in victory_road2018-08-03 11:33 pm
Entry tags:
- cecil harvey (final fantasy 4),
- dipper pines (gravity falls),
- keith (voltron),
- krieg (borderlands),
- mabel pines (gravity falls),
- newton geiszler (pacific rim),
- stanford pines (gravity falls),
- takashi "shiro" shirogane (voltron),
- thida (splatoon),
- yayoi kise (smile precure),
- yuuko nishigori (yuri on ice)
[video / action for disaster island]
[It's been a while since Ford has visited the island. Mainly this is because he was busy finishing up his badge collection, but it didn't take long after he got the Storm Badge for his natural predilection toward wandering kicked in again. With nowhere else he needed to go it was only natural to pick somewhere he wanted to go instead. He can't imagine anywhere nicer than somewhere surrounded on all sides by ocean that contains several of the people he now considers honorary family.
Of course he's still Ford and that means despite several guest rooms to choose from he's set up camp outside. His tent is settled among some trees near the beach. He's made a little fire pit just outside and dragged over some driftwood to sit on. It's not that he thinks he's too good for the house, he just likes it better outside.
He's staying on the Island for the foreseeable future, and he can be found:]
[A. Early Morning]
[Every morning Ford does what he's always done: he gets up early and goes through the intense mental and physical regimen that's kept him sharp and not dead in a space ditch for the past fifty-odd years. This consists of meditation followed by a physical workout. Despite the time he's already dressed in his boots, tactical pants and the tank top he usually wears under his sweater. You can't jog in a sweater. He has his limits. If anybody wants to join grandpa doing laps of the beach at the asscrack of dawn, they're welcome to. His Pokémon already have: Lawrence Talbot the Lycanroc easily keeps pace, as does Taxus the Sceptile, while Eviscerator the Pyukumuku is squidging along several lengths behind. She's doing her very best. Occasionally the other three all stop to let her catch up.]
For not having legs you're doing very well, Eviscerator.
Pyuu...
[B. Real Sand Hole Hours]
[I hope you're all fucking happy I swear to Arceus
Some of Ford's Pokémon are well-behaved and can be left to their own devices on the island without incident.
Some of Ford's Pokémon are Hot Sauce the Salandit, who began digging a hole under the porch early on into Ford's vacation and has since gone back to keep expanding it no matter how many times he's been told to stop. It has become almost an afternoon ritual to hear a very loud HOT SAUCE GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE FOR THE LOVE OF-- sometime between noon and three. Now the hole is actually big enough to fit Ford and his idiot lizard, and he can be found with just his legs sticking out trying to apprehend said reptile with frustratingly-little luck.
He is cursing the way only a man from New Jersey can curse: loudly and inventively.]
[C. Video]
[It's time for nightblogging with grandpa! It's dark out; the main source of light is the fire he's made by his tent and the incredible array of stars in the Sevii sky. Berry, the Porygon left to him when Fiddleford left this universe, patrols back and forth in the background.]
Something occurred to me recently that I thought might be of interest. I've noticed that many of the natives of this world tend to only keep a very small number of Pokémon partners-- often not even a full team of six unless their day to day life revolves around battling, as in the case of gym leaders. By contrast I've noticed that those of us from other universes tend toward keeping a large menagerie. My own totals fifty-nine at the time of recording this. While ostensibly this is because I've been assigned the job of a Breeder and embraced it wholeheartedly, it isn't just those of us who were given a bandanna upon arrival that wind up with several party's worth of partners.
Why do you think that might be? The simplest assumption is that it's because Pokémon are novel to us as outsiders and we find the concept of working with them much more exciting than natives for whom it may have become mundane. But many of us were chosen by our Pokeémon-- they followed us home and demanded we let them in. Is it possible they flock to us in large numbers for some reason? Almost no Pokémon will let itself be caught if it doesn't want to be. This must indicate that for whatever reason, we off-worlders have something unique to offer.
[Or is he just overthinking things because he's Ford and that's what he does? INCONCLUSIVE...]
Of course he's still Ford and that means despite several guest rooms to choose from he's set up camp outside. His tent is settled among some trees near the beach. He's made a little fire pit just outside and dragged over some driftwood to sit on. It's not that he thinks he's too good for the house, he just likes it better outside.
He's staying on the Island for the foreseeable future, and he can be found:]
[A. Early Morning]
[Every morning Ford does what he's always done: he gets up early and goes through the intense mental and physical regimen that's kept him sharp and not dead in a space ditch for the past fifty-odd years. This consists of meditation followed by a physical workout. Despite the time he's already dressed in his boots, tactical pants and the tank top he usually wears under his sweater. You can't jog in a sweater. He has his limits. If anybody wants to join grandpa doing laps of the beach at the asscrack of dawn, they're welcome to. His Pokémon already have: Lawrence Talbot the Lycanroc easily keeps pace, as does Taxus the Sceptile, while Eviscerator the Pyukumuku is squidging along several lengths behind. She's doing her very best. Occasionally the other three all stop to let her catch up.]
For not having legs you're doing very well, Eviscerator.
Pyuu...
[B. Real Sand Hole Hours]
[
Some of Ford's Pokémon are well-behaved and can be left to their own devices on the island without incident.
Some of Ford's Pokémon are Hot Sauce the Salandit, who began digging a hole under the porch early on into Ford's vacation and has since gone back to keep expanding it no matter how many times he's been told to stop. It has become almost an afternoon ritual to hear a very loud HOT SAUCE GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE FOR THE LOVE OF-- sometime between noon and three. Now the hole is actually big enough to fit Ford and his idiot lizard, and he can be found with just his legs sticking out trying to apprehend said reptile with frustratingly-little luck.
He is cursing the way only a man from New Jersey can curse: loudly and inventively.]
[C. Video]
[It's time for nightblogging with grandpa! It's dark out; the main source of light is the fire he's made by his tent and the incredible array of stars in the Sevii sky. Berry, the Porygon left to him when Fiddleford left this universe, patrols back and forth in the background.]
Something occurred to me recently that I thought might be of interest. I've noticed that many of the natives of this world tend to only keep a very small number of Pokémon partners-- often not even a full team of six unless their day to day life revolves around battling, as in the case of gym leaders. By contrast I've noticed that those of us from other universes tend toward keeping a large menagerie. My own totals fifty-nine at the time of recording this. While ostensibly this is because I've been assigned the job of a Breeder and embraced it wholeheartedly, it isn't just those of us who were given a bandanna upon arrival that wind up with several party's worth of partners.
Why do you think that might be? The simplest assumption is that it's because Pokémon are novel to us as outsiders and we find the concept of working with them much more exciting than natives for whom it may have become mundane. But many of us were chosen by our Pokeémon-- they followed us home and demanded we let them in. Is it possible they flock to us in large numbers for some reason? Almost no Pokémon will let itself be caught if it doesn't want to be. This must indicate that for whatever reason, we off-worlders have something unique to offer.
[Or is he just overthinking things because he's Ford and that's what he does? INCONCLUSIVE...]
no subject
[If his stay is so long because of that little business with warring gods, he's going to scream.]
A 'special interest' is putting it lightly, considering that Arceus called out to us personally for help when Teams Aqua and Magma nearly destroyed the world with their captured Legendaries.