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victory_road2021-11-11 03:07 am
machismost) wrote in victory_road2021-11-11 03:07 am
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Who: Midoriya, Steve, maybe others
Where: Multiple
When: Catch-up
Summary: Many things in the past months are happening now.
Rating: PG-13
Log:
[Midoriya; Saffron, Shelter ]
"Midoriya!" Kirishima calls from a particularly furious Purugly. He's got the cat-like Pokemon in particular burrito'd in a towel after a bath in a contraption that looks like some sort of medieval car wash. It was actually a machine that could bathe many types of Pokemon within its autoclave chamber, something that ultimately was a help in a shelter like Lavender's Pokemon House. It washed the Pokemon put into it, but obviously it made a challenge for those who might take the creatures out.
"Hey, I need you to hold or shave!" Kirishima called out for his friend. Kirishima and Midoriya had been volunteering in the Pokemon House ever since they arrived in Saffron, because of course they would. Bakugou was righteously angry they weren't taking 'paying' jobs... but maybe not as awful as he could be about it. It wasn't like they didn't have savings to tuck into in the case Deku and Kiri wanted bleed their hearts out for a week. Which they did. They still did make a little money from it, just not as much as battling on the road.
Back to the present. The Purugly in question had curled and matted fur, absolutely something that needed to be sheered off.
"Which one?" Purugly needed Midoriya to either shave it or comb it. If he shaved it, he'd get a new candidate to help, but if he kept it in line with them to brush out, it might want to stick with them in the future.
[ Steve; ]
Wind whips over the rails. Kirishima is settled down after the train has gone by, opening his stance wide over the rails. His massive Noivern stands at the ready behind him, ready to swoop in and catch any of her party and take up the opposition if things go bad.
But most prevalently?
Machoke slaps his fists together and flexes upon the magnet rail over the sea, snarling. He's here to be tested to his limit with the perspective Donophan.
"Let's fucking GO!"
Where: Multiple
When: Catch-up
Summary: Many things in the past months are happening now.
Rating: PG-13
Log:
[Midoriya; Saffron, Shelter ]
"Midoriya!" Kirishima calls from a particularly furious Purugly. He's got the cat-like Pokemon in particular burrito'd in a towel after a bath in a contraption that looks like some sort of medieval car wash. It was actually a machine that could bathe many types of Pokemon within its autoclave chamber, something that ultimately was a help in a shelter like Lavender's Pokemon House. It washed the Pokemon put into it, but obviously it made a challenge for those who might take the creatures out.
"Hey, I need you to hold or shave!" Kirishima called out for his friend. Kirishima and Midoriya had been volunteering in the Pokemon House ever since they arrived in Saffron, because of course they would. Bakugou was righteously angry they weren't taking 'paying' jobs... but maybe not as awful as he could be about it. It wasn't like they didn't have savings to tuck into in the case Deku and Kiri wanted bleed their hearts out for a week. Which they did. They still did make a little money from it, just not as much as battling on the road.
Back to the present. The Purugly in question had curled and matted fur, absolutely something that needed to be sheered off.
"Which one?" Purugly needed Midoriya to either shave it or comb it. If he shaved it, he'd get a new candidate to help, but if he kept it in line with them to brush out, it might want to stick with them in the future.
[ Steve; ]
Wind whips over the rails. Kirishima is settled down after the train has gone by, opening his stance wide over the rails. His massive Noivern stands at the ready behind him, ready to swoop in and catch any of her party and take up the opposition if things go bad.
But most prevalently?
Machoke slaps his fists together and flexes upon the magnet rail over the sea, snarling. He's here to be tested to his limit with the perspective Donophan.
"Let's fucking GO!"
TAGS INTO THIS SO SO LATE
Hoo boy.
But it's something he's happy to do, difficult or no. He'd gotten something of a bleeding heart for the less-fortunate of Pokemon in this world, seeing as how he'd ended up with a few strays for his own at this point. It's a wonder he doesn't have a veritable zoo of adoptees, but ah well...
He takes a deep breath to steel himself before holding his arms out.
"I'll hold onto her. I'll be fine if she catches me with her claws, but...I think I should be able to keep her still long enough for you to get those mats out."
Maybe? Hopefully? Arceus willing.