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victory_road2018-11-17 07:33 pm
sociallychallenged) wrote in victory_road2018-11-17 07:33 pm
003 - Log
Who: Hank Anderson | OTA
Where: Goldenrod
When: During November
Summary: A few log openings
Rating: L for language
Nov 12th - OTA
[It's shaping up to be a cold, rainy week. Honestly, it feels a little like home, and it gives him something to do because fuck knows he hates sitting around all the fuckin' time with his thumb up his ass. And this place is pretty good for giving him absolutely nothing. He's been working as a janitor in every town they've stayed at, and his most exciting event of the week is when he has to scrape gum from the bottom of a table. Honestly he didn't quite feel so fucking old until the millionth time he had to dislodge a cemented hard candy from a surface, muttering, 'damned kids'. A sentiment he never thought he'd feel (even if it's just passing petty annoyance with the average heathen children of perfect land, and he still very much misses being a father).]
[On a day off like this he can take his dogs and go out and investigate the area around the town. He can check the 'missing' posters at the Pokecenter or ads in the paper. He can make a list of "missing eevee, pink bow around neck" or "cranky joltik, answers to frank, plz contact if seen" and contact their owners to find something that'll smell like their lost charges. Then he can use his three main team members to go looking for the missing pokemon.]
[Today's been a good day. He's not bothered with an umbrella himself, because he's not a fucking wicked witch and he's not going to melt, but he is carrying a basket with someone's lost, wet Jigglypuff in it, dripping from having been wandering freely, lost from its owner, with a poncho over it and looking about as cranky as a wet ball of pink fluff can.]
[Hank carries it into the Pokecenter to drop it off, intending to go get some fucking booze after this because he is going to need it. His pants are spattered in that unique sort of City Mud that's going to be a pain in the ass to wash out, and he puts the basket up onto the nearest counter and turns it over to the nearest deja-vu-faced cute girl along with the owner's info.]
Watch out. He's in a mood. [Hank warns her before heading out. Right. Booze, and pick up a newspaper to look for more missing ads. Rather than make them endure the rain longer than necessary, his usual crew of dogs are all in their balls. Sure, he'll protect his buddies from the water, but not himself (other than his leather overcoat and some thick clothes) despite it being cold. He'll just go about his errands looking like a wet Stoutland, thanks.]
Nov 23rd - Closed to Connor
There is some bullshit going on.
[Hank's voice is booming loudly as he tears his way back to his and Connor's shared hotel room. There's been some fucked up stuff already. People just... fucking appearing in the street. Pokemon that don't belong here chasing around ones that do. People going missing. The Jennies are taxed and Hank's done what he can to help for a man that has no fucking clue what anything is and where.]
[He has seen one of the giant legendary fucking huge bird things today, and that's something he didn't want in his life.]
Have you seen any of this, Connor?
[He goes to the window to peek out the blinds.]
I thought my fucking shadow fucking off without my permission was weird enough. Now we've got whatever this is.
Where: Goldenrod
When: During November
Summary: A few log openings
Rating: L for language
[On a day off like this he can take his dogs and go out and investigate the area around the town. He can check the 'missing' posters at the Pokecenter or ads in the paper. He can make a list of "missing eevee, pink bow around neck" or "cranky joltik, answers to frank, plz contact if seen" and contact their owners to find something that'll smell like their lost charges. Then he can use his three main team members to go looking for the missing pokemon.]
[Today's been a good day. He's not bothered with an umbrella himself, because he's not a fucking wicked witch and he's not going to melt, but he is carrying a basket with someone's lost, wet Jigglypuff in it, dripping from having been wandering freely, lost from its owner, with a poncho over it and looking about as cranky as a wet ball of pink fluff can.]
[Hank carries it into the Pokecenter to drop it off, intending to go get some fucking booze after this because he is going to need it. His pants are spattered in that unique sort of City Mud that's going to be a pain in the ass to wash out, and he puts the basket up onto the nearest counter and turns it over to the nearest deja-vu-faced cute girl along with the owner's info.]
Watch out. He's in a mood. [Hank warns her before heading out. Right. Booze, and pick up a newspaper to look for more missing ads. Rather than make them endure the rain longer than necessary, his usual crew of dogs are all in their balls. Sure, he'll protect his buddies from the water, but not himself (other than his leather overcoat and some thick clothes) despite it being cold. He'll just go about his errands looking like a wet Stoutland, thanks.]
[Hank's voice is booming loudly as he tears his way back to his and Connor's shared hotel room. There's been some fucked up stuff already. People just... fucking appearing in the street. Pokemon that don't belong here chasing around ones that do. People going missing. The Jennies are taxed and Hank's done what he can to help for a man that has no fucking clue what anything is and where.]
[He has seen one of the giant legendary fucking huge bird things today, and that's something he didn't want in his life.]
Have you seen any of this, Connor?
[He goes to the window to peek out the blinds.]
I thought my fucking shadow fucking off without my permission was weird enough. Now we've got whatever this is.
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[He pets Hunter with his other hand, looking back out at the streets.]
We can go to the nearest route, then. I-
[He stops as his foot nudges something, and he squints down at the Meltan that he nearly booted across the road.]
Oh. What's this?
[He's never seen it before, but it's obviously a pokemon.]
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[And...]
[Nothing?]
....It's... Not anything in here. I don't know what the fuck that is. A confused Ditto?
[Hunter goes over to it and helpfully picks it up in his mouth gently. Except its lower teeth are a little through his hexnut head and that just makes his helpfulness its own brand of disturbing.]
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[He leans in to squint at it as Hunter picks it up, and it wiggles as it dangles off the ground. Connor holds his hands out to take it, and the Meltan pauses for a moment before slowly making a beeline up Connor's arm.]
Surely a confused Ditto would still show up in the pokedex as a Ditto?
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[Hank shrugs. He's not a Pokemon scientist. He'll have to either ask the old man or the kid if they know what that thing is.] Or the PokeGear is glitching. [One thing is as likely as anything else.]
Alright. So I guess if we find more we'll know for sure.
[He reaches out to touch its wierd bolt head.] Huh.
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An alien pokemon could be possible, I suppose.
[He has a feeling almost anything is possible here, especially now.]
Shall we keep going?
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[Hank follows along dutifully, letting Connor take the lead with his wierd new whatsit hanging onto his arm.]
Oh I uh... There was a little girl. Newt. You know the one. She uh... well she wanted to take on some of the gyms and has trouble with bug Pokemon. So I offered to help train her up some butterfly looking ones and trade them to her since she seems alright with those. Like the Butterfree and Beautifly- is that the name? -Yeah that one. I was thinking that after the world falling apart and if we don't get Tornadoed back to Detroit we could look into doing that.
[Hank can't leave well enough alone around scared kids.]
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[She had been a nice girl.]
I'll help train up some pokemon for her. I'd offer to have her meet Charlotte too, because of how friendly she is, but if she has trouble with bug pokemon she probably wouldn't appreciate a giant spider.
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[Girl's got some horror stories. But as he makes a mental note for what Pokemon to look for, his mind drags back to a previous topic.]
Hey, Connor uh.... I gotta ask.
How are you feeling? Now that you're an android again. [He ends up stopping walking with that.] I mean... How are you feeling about uh...
[Clumsy with his words, he just gestures like an idiot between them.]
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I feel fine.
[But as Hank elaborates, his expression relaxes again. Oh, he gets it. He stops to take Hank’s other hand in his own too and faces him properly, before leaning in and giving him a kiss. It hadn’t occurred to him that Hank might assume his feelings had changed along with his body, but he’s still very much sure that he wants to be with him.]
Does that answer your question?
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Mostly. [Not that he asked it that well, but he squeezes the other man's thin hands.]
Just uh... needed to know.
[Because one day, they would go home. It seems to happen more often than not. And he really wants to think there might be more to his life. He wants that one additional hope.]
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[He tilts his head, looking up at him.]
Is there something else on your mind?
[He doesn't want to just leave the subject hanging if there's still something Hank is unsure about.]
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I just uh... You know what, I'm no fuckin' good at this. So let's do our thing. Go pretend to be good people for a little while. Sound like a plan?
[He got the answer he was hoping for, anyway, and he pulls one of his hands up to his mouth to leave a bristly kiss on dainty knuckles.]