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[ he's not into showing his face off. once he verifies there's a public network and an audio option, he begins to opt for that. but then he looks at all the videos of people and their pokemon, and decides o a different option.

the video opens on the sandy beaches of cherrygrove. his rockruff, bandit, is in the surf, chasing what looks like a stick. he brings it back to jack, who pets his head and then throws it again. his location will also ping as cherrygrove. ]

The name's Jack.

[ his voice is distinctly older, and very rough. it sounds like he may have damaged his throat at some point in his life. his hand, when he throws the stick or pets bandit, is gloved. ]

I've been looking around this place and it looks like the consensus is that people can't go home on their own. I'm not here to ask how to get home, since it seems like that's been covered pretty well.

I wanna talk to those of you that have gone home, or know people that did. And... for those that don't, how you're dealing with not being able to.

[ he ends the video on that note, throwing the stick again for bandit. ]

( cherrygrove )

[ for those actually in his vicinity, they can likely hear jack make the post. other than that, he's spending some time on the beach, playing with bandit and getting his energy out. he's just as open to a battle if you two have similarly leveled pokemon.

or maybe bandit, with all his energy, comes running up to your pokemon and headbutts them. at which point jack follows. ]

Bandit. Come back here.

[ the wagging of his tail doesn't amuse jack. ]

Sorry about him.

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[ bandit is just delighted she's enjoying it. she doesn't seem hurt, so he backs up a little and goes full force. but he's backed up enough if she wanted to meander out of the way and trip him, she could.

jack watches her and tilts his head a little. he can... kind of see where the guy's coming from with this, but he doesn't give him the benefit of that until he says she's just martini. ]

Kinda looks like she has the toothpick in her head.

[ as for the question on his, jack stands with a grunt. ]

His name's Bandit. He's the only one I have right now.

[ that, and the joltik he doesn't know is riding shotgun in his battery packs. ]

[Moving out of the way is for cowards! The moment she hears those paws pattering on the sand, she too swings into full force and charges straight on. Martini is in it for that good conk.

Meanwhile, Dandy nearly double takes.]

Yeah? [He's caught off guard, someone actually followed his thought process?] I mean, yeah! Exactly! [It really didn't take long for that cocky smirk to reappear on his face.] Good to see you're keepin' up, Pops.

[But more importantly, back to dogs. He looks at Bandit again, nodding in approval.]

Can't go wrong with a classic. Slap on a bandana and he'll be robbing trains and stealing hearts in no time.

[ good conk they will get, bandit hitting into her with a loud CONK and staggering back. then he gives a bark of delight, leaning up to lick where he hit her.

jack gives a little chuckle when he watches them, then gives dandy a look for the 'pops' comment. he almost considers an age before beauty comment, but sticks to the safer subject of bandit. ]

A bandana would be safer for those who want to pet him, too. Those rocks are killer, champ.

[ he holds up a hand, showing the scratches already deep in synthleather. ]

[Even with her eyes hidden, there's a look of confusion on Martini's face. She's still smiling, sure, but it's a very...unsure smile. What kind of attack is this?? Licking??? What??? Is...is he tasting her?

She looks over towards her trainer, something that comes easy now that she's memorized the scent of hair product and an abnormal lack of shame, silently asking for help.

But help never comes.

Dandy's too busy looking at these scratches.]

Uh. I mean, most people know to avoid the pointy bits... It's like teaching a kid the stove's hot or something.

[ no cleaning? okay, bandit can work with this. he thought the conk was particularly hard and wanted to make sure she was okay. but when she seems confused about it, he backs off and then lowers his head again, giving a bark. you conk this time, friend.

jack shakes his head. ]

Yeah, but how many people are gonna tell their kids not to cut their hands on the cute dog? I might have to get him a leather one, but that way I won't worry about him slicing up jeans if he decides to bump up against things, either.

[At first it seems like all is right in the world. Martini doesn't have to beg for help she won't get, Bandit wants to play again, everything is back to the way it should be. But when the licking stops, she realizes...it wasn't bad. It felt...good? Like the pets she's still not used to getting.

Where was the tackling and biting? What do you mean there are other forms of contact that don't cause bruising?? Martini stops and...sits down for a second. Her whole world has been turned upside down, she needs a breather.]

If I had to guess, people who live on a planet where dogs come freshly installed with knives built in.

[But Jack brings up a great point, no one wants to risk losing their pants.]

Hey, why stop there? Y'know what'd look really bad ass? Leather jacket, baby.

[ bandit is not presented with his conk on the head, which leads to him looking up, one ear raised. martini's sitting down, so he trots over, sitting down in front of her with his tail wagging. he gives a concerned rock?

jack makes a small annoyed face. ]

You have a point there.

[ jack raises a hand to rub at his chin, looking over at bandit. ]

But you might be onto something with the jacket. I've seen all types of cutesy clothing for these guys - there's got to be a leather jacket for them.

[Martini's at a lose and only lifts her head when she hears Bandit voice his concerns. She doesn't want to be weird in front of her new friend, maybe she could...

...no...could she...?

She has to! If she's going to live in this strange, caveless world, then she will have to embrace everything about it. Martini gets up, takes a few steps closer to Bandit, then ever so awkwardly begins to press her tongue against his face. Yes, she too can clean! It's definitely not graceful and she's totally just pressing her tongue against him rather than doing anything that might count as grooming, but she's...trying.]

If there's one thing I know, it's fashion. [Dandy pulls on his own jacket, his ego reaching new heights with every second. Not only does this guy get his weird naming ideas, but now he digs his jacket idea too? Hell yeah.] I mean, if you can't find one, I'm sure you can just find someone to make it for you.

[ listen, bandit's been dealing with this weird human, a deino wouldn't be the end of the world. but when she approaches, he tilts his head a little, tail slowing down speed. everything okay?

and then he just has.. tongue. pressed against one cheek. there's a bemused expression on his face before he gets that she's trying. hey! good job, new friend.

he lets her go at it a moment, then returns the gesture, licking at her cheek (? he still can't see her eyes) in a gentle guiding manner. like this, you see.

meanwhile, jack just... gives dandy a look from top to bottom. okay, sure, he can buy that that's fashion for his home or era. it doesn't look bad, it's just not jack's style. ]

Thanks. And yeah, I'm sure someone can make it. Maybe one of the clerks at the store or the Pokecenter would know where I could find one.

[It's clear as day that Martini is at least trying to grasp the concept, but even after another demonstration she finds herself falling back on hold habits and chomps at Bandit's face again. Except...she doesn't really bite down, more like she's simply holding his face with her mouth...

Dandy sees this and decides that's enough, scooping up his furry monstrosity and rolling his eyes.]

Alright, quit it before you hurt yourself.

[A confusion move wasn't even used--]

They say the best place to go for stuff like that is some place called "Goldenrod," but I got no clue why everyone here expects me to walk there in the freakin' snow. It's supposedly a whole damn week to the next town and I don't even think that's the golden one.

[Also...Dandy might have looked into dressing his own monsters up to get this info...but that's besides the point.]

[ bandit gives a little yelp when she chomps his face, but it's more out of surprise than anything else. he raises a paw to tap martini's face.

at that point, dandy gets her, and jack comes over, chuckling. ]

Having fun?

[ bandit barks a yes, turning to face jack and wagging his tail. jack looks at dandy again. ]

Goldenrod. But yeah, it is too cold to be taking long walks anywhere right now. Maybe there's a way to get something like that delivered?

Oh yeah... I guess there's this thing called "pigeon post" or something this one kid was tellin' me about...

[He rubs his chin while trying to juggle a squirming deino in one arm.]

Can't stand paying for shipping, though. They probably charge up the butt this time of year too, just watch.

Depending on what they charge, you can battle a few people to cover it. It might be worth it to get warmer clothes to travel in. They other outfit I got is for golfing.

[ clearly annoyed as fuck. ]

I actually scored some pretty sweet snow gear--

[Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiit.]

How...did you survive the walk here?

[It's true, Dandy's complimentary outfit looks like it belongs to some kind of snowboarder, and even then he was a giant whiny baby the moment he got here. For some reason he can't grasp the idea that some people AREN'T giant whiny babies.]

[ jack gives dandy a bit of an odd look, before he gestures to the white, red and blue jacket he's wearing. ]

Real leather, and I'm wearing a long sleeve under this. Keeps me pretty warm when I'm travelling, and I've been staying in the Pokecenter.

[ he should know, it's been how he was travelling before this. he's also a bit hardier in different climates. ]

But probably because these two towns are so close to the coast, it hasn't been as bad as further inland.

[Dandy makes a face, real leather, he says... HE could have real leather too, if he...felt like it. Again, he's just sour some people are handling this way better than he is. Where are all the whiners? No one's going to build a bus at this rate.]

Right... Science...

[You'd think he'd realize this what with how he's outside to begin with.]

What about a job? You get suckered into anything yet?

Climate science.

[ jack seems to take the sourness in good stride. in an hour, dandy will see him get shitfaced because he's not used to such a low alcohol tolerance. all things in due time.

jack shakes his head. ]

No, just the money I started with and what I've made from the battles I've had.

[It'll all be worth it to discover Party Grandpa, if only he knew. Instead, he only continues to grump, except for totally different reasons now.]

Good, don't. It's how they get you. Gotta work until they say so, or else your ass is in the slammer.

You mean you have to finish your shifts or they'll arrest you?

[ jack is... thinking that's an odd punishment but one most people wouldn't normally have an issue with.

except dandy, it seems. ]

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they're actually goats

what are goats but hoofed dogs

i mean goats are assholes (ง •̀_•́)ง

LMAO

dogs aint pure souls but they are no goats

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