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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...]
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[He'd love to go further -- out to Kalos, or Alola -- but with the twins here he can't really stray too far. It's not that he doesn't think they can handle themselves, it's that in the back of his mind he's always terrified they'll disappear (again). He'd never forgive himself if he went away on vacation and came back to find them gone.
But that's a shitty heavy topic!! Let's not think about that!!!]
It's easily one of the most interesting universes I've had the pleasure of studying.
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Keith hums to himself hearing all that listed off.]
So far I've only been here and a couple towns in Kanto for a gym badge.
How many universes have you been to? [So casual. Honestly, he's not even surprised.]
no subject
[It was hard to keep a record in the beginning, and after a while he had bigger priorities. Like not dying before he could Kill BillTM.]
no subject
[He crosses his arms where he sits.]
We don't have a way to do any of that back on my Earth. We're still dealing with space travel and hoverbikes.
no subject
A lot of it was accidental. You would not believe how many wormholes there are until you start making a habit of stumbling through them.
You would be from the same Earth as Shiro, correct?
[He's guessing. If you know how a man is when he's drunk that speaks to some kind of prior involvement.]
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Either way, Keith doesn't think much about the vagueness. Not his business, so he doesn't ask. Honestly, he's a perfect conversation partner for Ford in that.]
Yeah. He got me into the space program he was part of. It...really helped me.
no subject
See? He is capable of learning.]
I always wondered what it would be like to be part of an official space program as opposed to just stumbling my way through the multiverse. More organized, I imagine. Less mortal peril.
no subject
But boy, trying to talk about rule abiding, organized, militaristic space programs. Not for this guy.]
It was... organized. Boring. I was... What'd they call me. A disciplinary case. But if you like rules and never trying anything out of the books, it was great.
no subject
[He used to when he was a young starry-eyed highschooler, but as he aged he did a complete face heel turn into preferring to fly by the seat of his pants. Nothing is ever predictable enough to have a perfect plan. It's much easier to have several half-baked ones and cycle through them as things go wrong. So long as you make it out alive it's fine, right? And he's always managed that. It's a lot easier to have faith in his own ability to not die than it is to have faith in rules and regulations.]
Or with being bored. How on Earth can you make space exploration boring?
[That should be illegal.]
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[He sighs loudly. He knows that place was probably his best way of becoming anything legitimate. He never wanted to enter the public service after what happened to his father. But just living alone in the desert never gave him much meaning to life either.
He always loved space. And he loves flying. Once he got a taste of it, he knew he could never go back.]
Do anything out of their guidelines, you were a problem.