WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

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Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: May 24 - 27
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C - Dirk is a Rapidash

[uber_marionettist]

[Dirk doesn't know why he's a proud stallion with a brilliant mane of roaring flames and a truly striking arch to his neck, but if it's a dream, then it is the best dream of his many extremely miserable lives.

Arquius Sprite, eat your heart out, he'd be thinking, but it's not just Arquius Sprite making this the most beautiful experience he's ever had. And he's [CENSORED FOR THE SAKE OF CHILDREN.]

His long, powerful legs carry him over the ground with at speeds almost as fast as his practised flash-step, his mane and tail whipping in the wind and leaving licking embers in his wake. Thunderous hoofbeats pound in time with his own beating heart as he plunges his head down and then up again, tossing his mane and flaring his nostrils. He kicks off for an extra burst of speed, his powerful haunches gathering for a magnificent leap over a small ledge. A little gratuitous, maybe, but so worth it. He'd be disappointed he can't go faster, but he wants everyone to see what a gorgeous beast he is. He wants to inspire awe, and he'll be damned if that isn't exactly what he's doing.

Carly's voice is hardly noticeable the first time, but after a couple cries for help, he does hear them--loathe to slow though he is, the fact that he can't see any source for the voice is giving him pause. Literal pause: his gallop becomes a trot, his trot comes to a halt. He stands, head lifted high, ears swivelling as he listens--and looks--for the voice's origin.]

[insidescoop]

[Wow!

Cool horse. Carly doesn't have any idea the kind of mastery she's interrupting- she just waves a smokey arm-thing and cries a little bit from relief.] Oh! Oh!!

Down here! You can hear me right? You stopped and all, so you have to have..!

[uber_marionettist]

[Dirk finds her all right--a purple wisp of smoke, cut with yellow zig zags and luminous green orbs. A mardi gras themed fart.

So he sees her, and lifts his head a little higher--ostensibly to see her better, but it's really more of a short acknowledgement, an equine 'sup.'

But. Uh. She's... talking. Which, good for her. Making sounds with her mouth and combining those sounds to a greater whole, which he, as a fellow sentient creature, perceives to have meaning. Great job.

Except he's a horse.

Horses can't fucking talk. He could start tapping out morse code, go all Clever Hans on this shit. He doesn't really want to, though. It'd take forever and he has places to be.

So he snorts loudly instead, hot breath even hotter from the raging inferno that burns inside his regal chest.

Yeah. Nailed it.]

[insidescoop]

[Not even pokespeak?? A shame! A true shame!

Carly is an optimistic sort however, so when Dirk just Snorts, she seems pleased enough.] Oh! Oh good, you did! [She cheers in relief.]

I need to get my things, see? That bag, up on the planter! [she explains. The planter in question is basically one of those typical city 'tree pots', a big bunch of raised wood walls that people tend to have a bad habit of sitting on.

Also, there's a backpack there.] ...Please?

[uber_marionettist]

[Dirk's gaze shifts to the planter with hardly any movement--what slight lowering of his head is included comes only a couple seconds after he's already looking. Horses have a massive visual field, you see.

Well. It's a pretty simple request. Why not. He's feeling magnanimous.

Besides, the act of walking over is in itself a chance to show off. Speed and power is good, but there's more to life than what you do. It's what you are. And he's fucking awesome. Awesome in the old sense of the word, that is. The solid sound of his hooves on the street is satisfying in a way that transcends description--sweeter than the choirs of heaven, the music of the god damn sublime.

Where was he? Oh, right. Getting the bag is pretty easy. He has a horn, which he just slips under the bag strap before lifting his head again. The bag slides down its length and hangs neatly off to one side, which it now occurs to him could look pretty stupid if he weren't performing a stunning feat of equine dexterity. Also, he's doing her a favour. So whatever. Really, he's just impressed it didn't immediately catch fire.]

[insidescoop]

[Carly, and perhaps everyone else in the area, is quite oblivious to the magnificence of The Rapidash. Mostly to Carly it just sort of looks like this guy is taking his sweet time heading over there. But she's hopeful!

She's hopeful of the END goal here, and thus watches with as much patience as can be managed.

It pays off when her bag is coming down courtesy of a horn.] Ahhh!! Yes! Thank you so much!! [She cheers, bouncing around the bag.] Phew! Now I can get everything I ne-

[Oh no.] ....

Come to think, I probably can't lift this huh...

[uber_marionettist]

[Dirk lowers his head and slides the bag down his horn to land with an unceremonious flump on the ground.

Can't touch her things? Too bad. Not his problem any more. Good deed achieved.

He turns to leave.]

[insidescoop]

Aha...

[Well. It's...it's not like she can ask him to carry her stuff forever, she supposes! Aha! Ahaha...

Aw butts.] W..well! [She laughs nervously,] T...Thanks again then!

[There is then nothing but silence, as she watches the Rapidash move to leave. Huh.]

...strong and silent type I guess... [she mutters (loudly), blinking at the pokemon.]

[uber_marionettist]

[Damn straight.]