So you want to be a Pokemon Master?

[championbound]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 25 - 27
Summary: GET YOUR BUTTS IN HERE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME
Rating: BUT PLEASE PUT APPROPRIATE WARNINGS IF ANYTHING COMES UP
Log:

Everything's ordinary, and then, all of a sudden, it isn't. Oops~! Enjoy all the weird new Pokemon roaming about, and have a good time! Any and all are welcome to join in the glitch-ridden festivities!

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BACK AGAIN

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[So it's one of these days is it? Great. With Walter on the loose (doing DASTARDLY things like just hanging out with his Pokemon and trying to adjust to every day life), Henry would need to keep his wits about him.]

[He weaves through the street, shouldering by frightened and concerned people. Zip, his Blitzle, trots anxiously behind him.]</sub>

Don't worry, girl, this is just another one of those days. Nothing's going to hurt you.

_{[He walks right across Ironhide's path but hardly gives the bot a glance.]}

SMILES

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's Napalm the Onix who spots them first. Probably because she's, y'know, a biological being and not a mechanical one. Which is likely a good thing! Since she also does not have guns.]

[But she will snake her tail down into Henry's path. To keep him from walking right under one of Ironhide's massive feet.]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[When the WHUD of a giant rock-snake tail interrupts his ghost murder journey quest, Henry stumbles back a step or two. His sparky zebra supports him with her head and he looks up and up and up.]}

What?

_{[It isn't incredulous, it isn't startled, it's annoyed.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Well, that is some greeting.

[He really would have stepped on him, if not for Napalm. But now that he knows what's going on, the big bot crouches down. Metal still groans, joints sparking.]

As if you disliked me.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry doesn't stir a step right nor left as the war-worn monolith that is Ironhide lowers himself down to Conversation Level. The photographer even lets out a little puff, as if impatient.]}

I can't argue with you right now, Space Robot, I have to stop a murderer from my world. He's here and all my friends are in danger.

[heavyweaponsbot]

What?

[Well, now Ironhide just looks personally offended. But, miraculously, not because of Henry.]

Where is this murderer?

[Yep. That's all the info he needed. Good work, Henry, look who's suddenly gone from bothering you to offering his giant goddamn guns.]

[no_ufo_ending]

I don't know I have to go find him but he has teleporting chainsaw ghost powers now move!

_{[And then he kicks one of Ironhide's huge metal robot feet with his dinky little sneaker.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

Oh, is that all.

[PFFFF, Chainsaws. Brace yourself, Henry, you're getting your ass picked up by one of those huge metal robot hands.]

Bring your horse with you. We will assist.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[That finally gets a surprised little yodel out of Henry as he wheels around and tries to escape but it is TOO LATE! He has been captured. He clings to one of Ironhide's fingers and scarcely managed to recall Zip into her ball before she is out of range.]}

Ironhide! You don't understand, he's a ghost!

[heavyweaponsbot]

I have seen your world, and nothing in it was more than I could handle.

[Ironhide, you saw Heather's dream. Not where Henry's from. You don't even know where or who Walter is.]

[However, this doesn't seem to bother him at all.]

What am I looking for?

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry does not know this however. He blinks rapidly at Ironhide from behind his shaggy mop of hair, dazed, wondering if he heard him right.]}

You what?

[heavyweaponsbot]

A long while ago -- for you. All of you. It was... strange. Heather was there -- and we tore apart an amusement park.

[And then had adventures in a haunted car wash, but still.]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry turned and promptly sat in Ironhide's palm. Well. Maybe. Just maybe. Since it was one of those kinds of days, maybe Ironhide really could put Walter in his place at least for the weekend.]}

Okay...I don't know where he is though. He says he doesn't want to kill me but I don't believe him--and if he has his powers back, he's probably looking for me right now.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Oh Henry. Don't tell the old man that. You really shouldn't tell him that.]

[Because suddenly, that big, scarred old face is splitting into a grin.]

Looking for you, you say?

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry manages to keep his face stony, determined, tired.]

[But inside he is SCREAMING because in this moment he decides he really likes it better when Ironhide just frowns and grunts.]</sub>

Yes. I'm the final piece in a ritual that needs to be completed in our world to summon a demon and bring on what sounds a lot like the apocalypse from the texts I've read.

[heavyweaponsbot]

In that case...

You will be the perfect bait.

[Ironhide NO.]

[He honestly doesn't know how much he believes all that demon summoning nonsense. But oh well. If someone wants something, dangling it in front of them is a surefire way to draw them out.]

[no_ufo_ending]

...


.......

Ironhide, put me down right now.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Come now! It is a good plan!

He has no idea I can transform. You sit with me, and we draw him out.

[He's still grinning. Widely.]

[no_ufo_ending]

Ironhide, no!

_{[He peered through the bot's fingers as though they were huge bars of a cage. It wasn't...that far to the ground.]}

I don't want you getting pulled into this!

_{[The flesh man makes a break for it, trying to slip out and actually jump.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

It is too late for that nonsense! I have involved myself.

[Oh my god, Henry.]

[He's going to fumble a bit, because dammit, boy, you're twenty some feet in the air.]

Stop that!

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry lets out a loud grunt as he is caged again like a grasshopper reluctant to be caught. He pounds his tiny flesh fists against Ironhide's thumb.]}

Let me go!

[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

[The most deadpan response ever.]

If I am here, I will assist. This is not up for debate.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry finally stops trying to break a hole through Ironhide's palm and falls slack against his fingers.]}

I hope you're good at fighting ghosts then...fine. Fine, I'll stay.

_{[And then there is an awkward silence.]}

It's been a while.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Can it hurt to try?

[He doesn't think so. But once Henry chills out, he slowly uncurls his fingers a little.]

Longer than before, I think.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry looks up and up and up into that big metal face. Even after all these years it's so easy to see traces of the stern bald man he'd met in the flesh. And he was helping him.]}

I have a job now.

_{[It was the first thing out of his mouth--SOMETHING to try and prove to the old warbot that he was something besides a smelly hippie.]}