In the next car, you are greeted by... a man on a motorcycle. Really? Inside of the train?
"I'm a heartbreaker... My name... Charles. Riding a bike and becoming the wind fits a bad boy like me. Not getting tangled up in a clingy wet blanket like Ingo. I've moved on, and so should he. He's better off forgetting all of that."
. . . Oh, please. You aren't half as charming even as that exaggerated depressed Shadow of his out there. Speaking of which, why did we start with him and then move on to this lot . . .
"Don't know, don't care. None of my business. Took some effort, but that guy's supposed to be completely out of my hair now... So being here at all is cramping my style. Those nagging vibes are dragging down my charm even now..."
Basculin is confused, but manages to get off a Take Down with the attack boost, doing a decent amount of damage to Sharpedo. But with the recoil and the rough skin, plus the confusion... yeah, Basculin is going to take itself out by next turn.
[Oof, well, that paid off, but poor Sharpedo. Still, they won! They get in a Night Slash if they need to, but that's that, and Saturn strokes Sharpedo's fin in congratulations once it returns to his side.]
[GOOD. Now Saturn can feel free to roll his eyes rather than feel obliged to thank Charles! Fucking Charles! He catches the Full Restore (awkwardly, and he almost drops it, but he saves it) and heads for the door, stopping there to treat Sharpedo before walking through.
"I won't stand for it. A strange foreigner like him coming in and stealing all of my thunder. I was a fan of Pokemon before he ever arrived, you know! But I read the room and listened to the clan, and I politely didn't bring any in! On top of that he's dangerously loud, and doesn't know any proper etiquette, and won't stop wearing those rags... No tact at all!"
[Saturn follows her, though he remains standing this time.]
. . . All of those feelings you have about Ingo . . . that's fine. In the end, it's only that he isn't someone you especially like. There are worse things in the world than to dislike someone, or be disliked yourself . . . well, that's easy enough to say. But it's true. He thinks of all of you as people he hurt somehow. And maybe he did, and obviously you all hurt him in return. But only in the way of people who come together for a while in a way they weren't suited for, and have to learn that the hard way. That isn't a failure of his. Or yours. Except Charles. It was a failure of Charles. Have you met that man? He's in the other car—anyway.
You move into the next car to see—well. He can tell you himself.
"Oh! My! Almighty Sinnoh! To think that the Great Melli would be forced into the presence of such a blockhead! Where do I even begin with that haggard old man?!"
Melli has a Skuntank with him, already out and about, with no trace of a Pokeball. It grunts in acknowledgment.
"Quiet, you! This is my turn to talk! Now, where was I? Frankly, I haven't the time for everything. Why don't we start with how he desecrates Pokemon's natural habitats with his grubby human fingers? Did he ask the Pokemon what they wanted?! Someone in tune with nature like myself understands better than he does."
[While this goes on, Saturn is patting Sharpedo encouragingly and then recalling it into its ball to let out Toxicroak instead. He's been on Team Sharpedo thus far, but he's too closely familiar with Skuntank as a Pokemon, and he wants that sweet sweet immunity to being poisoned.]
I see. Incidentally, all of this is you parroting back Ingo's insecurities that this is the way he sees you, correct?
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In the next car, you are greeted by... a man on a motorcycle. Really? Inside of the train?
"I'm a heartbreaker... My name... Charles. Riding a bike and becoming the wind fits a bad boy like me. Not getting tangled up in a clingy wet blanket like Ingo. I've moved on, and so should he. He's better off forgetting all of that."
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[He cannot stand another second of this douchebag.]
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A red-striped Basculin pops out of his Pokeball. Fish fight!!
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2d6+1 = 8.]
Sharpedo, Swagger!
[This might bite him. So it goes with this move. But hopefully Basculin's Water moves not being very effective on Sharpedo will mitigate the risk.]
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There. Feel free to go home now.
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He wedges his motorcycle into the gap by the side doors, clearing the path towards the door to the next car.
"Here—a memento from me."
He tosses over a Full Restore so Saturn can heal his Pokemon, instead of doing it himself like the others. Asshole.
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On to the next one!]
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"I won't stand for it. A strange foreigner like him coming in and stealing all of my thunder. I was a fan of Pokemon before he ever arrived, you know! But I read the room and listened to the clan, and I politely didn't bring any in! On top of that he's dangerously loud, and doesn't know any proper etiquette, and won't stop wearing those rags... No tact at all!"
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"I'll just have to show him and everyone else... That I'm the number one Bergmite expert! Bergmite, go!"
She sends Bergmite out of her Pokeball.
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[Not a lot to say about this type matchup, and no ambiguity about what type Bergmite is. At least Sharpedo is resistant to Ice!
2d6+1 (STAB) = 11.
He is not fucking around with Swagger this time, just going for Liquidation in hopes of lowering Bergmite's DEF.]
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...But Blizzard misses, of course. So it's wide open to be attacked again. This Bergmite is doomed.
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"Ooohhhh... But at least my love for Bergmite is still the strongest..."
Sharpedo doesn't even need to be healed, so she just goes to sit on the bench automatically.
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. . . All of those feelings you have about Ingo . . . that's fine. In the end, it's only that he isn't someone you especially like. There are worse things in the world than to dislike someone, or be disliked yourself . . . well, that's easy enough to say. But it's true. He thinks of all of you as people he hurt somehow. And maybe he did, and obviously you all hurt him in return. But only in the way of people who come together for a while in a way they weren't suited for, and have to learn that the hard way. That isn't a failure of his. Or yours. Except Charles. It was a failure of Charles. Have you met that man? He's in the other car—anyway.
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"...I haven't met him... I guess I'll keep it that way."
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"Oh! My! Almighty Sinnoh! To think that the Great Melli would be forced into the presence of such a blockhead! Where do I even begin with that haggard old man?!"
Melli has a Skuntank with him, already out and about, with no trace of a Pokeball. It grunts in acknowledgment.
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I see. Incidentally, all of this is you parroting back Ingo's insecurities that this is the way he sees you, correct?
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"What are you talking about?! I'm only telling the truth! I've said it a million times! And I'm saying it now! Do you think I am a liar?!"
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