"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?
You must be rather fixated on Ingo to have had this unsolicited conversation about him a million times. Go, Toxicroak! I've heard all I need to hear.
[Toxicroak is thrilled to finally have a chance at battle, and leaps forward to rattle threateningly at Skuntank. Heeeey, Brother! She too knows what Skuntank is all about.
"Th—They're the ones who brought him to the Highlands when that's where I already was!! I never wanted to interact with that man!! Skuntank!! Show him the meaning of silent but deadly!!"
Skuntank makes another grunt which is something like, Let's get this over with. Night Slash time! How do YOU like it!!
[SHE'S A FIGHTING TYPE SO SHE LIKES IT FINE. I mean it's not great or anything. She does take damage! But after recoiling a little, she croaks out another vicious laugh: Awww, Stinky's no fun!]
Toxicroak, Brick Break!
[It's not supereffective but at least it gets STAB.]
[Luckily Saturn's Toxicroak doesn't have Dry Skin, but that also still smarts, and she's definitely taken some damage by the time Skuntank goes down. Saturn goes over to rub at her horn, and she offers him a high five.]
Melli is clearly having a hard time accepting he lost, let alone coming to heal Toxicroak. But eventually he comes up with something he can stomach to say.
"...I just sensed I was wasting my valuable time remaining here, and so I sped things up for the both of us. Since I value the Almighty Sinnoh's blessings so much! ...And wouldn't you know it. I found a spare one of these in my pocket. I don't even need it!"
He also hands you a Full Restore instead of doing it himself. But of course, his Full Restore is a topical lotion and not the spray kind, and it's in an old-fashioned jar.
Of course. Thank you, Melli. I hope you and Ingo meet again somehow, someday.
[Haha. Time to heal up Toxicroak! She seems to enjoy the lotioning, though mostly because Saturn is so awkward about applying it and that's funny to her. Once she's healed up, he recalls her, unsure who he'll decide to send out against 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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[Toxicroak is thrilled to finally have a chance at battle, and leaps forward to rattle threateningly at Skuntank. Heeeey, Brother! She too knows what Skuntank is all about.
2d6+2 = 9.]
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Skuntank makes another grunt which is something like, Let's get this over with. Night Slash time! How do YOU like it!!
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Toxicroak, Brick Break!
[It's not supereffective but at least it gets STAB.]
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Melli is clearly having a hard time accepting he lost, let alone coming to heal Toxicroak. But eventually he comes up with something he can stomach to say.
"...I just sensed I was wasting my valuable time remaining here, and so I sped things up for the both of us. Since I value the Almighty Sinnoh's blessings so much! ...And wouldn't you know it. I found a spare one of these in my pocket. I don't even need it!"
He also hands you a Full Restore instead of doing it himself. But of course, his Full Restore is a topical lotion and not the spray kind, and it's in an old-fashioned jar.
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[Haha. Time to heal up Toxicroak! She seems to enjoy the lotioning, though mostly because Saturn is so awkward about applying it and that's funny to her. Once she's healed up, he recalls her, unsure who he'll decide to send out against the next one.]
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But then, out of nowhere! With a twirl and a flash of her cape, Da Vinci appears out of thin air, spreading her arms wide performatively.
"Tah-dah! Who would have guessed it would be me? Congratulations! It's the beautiful, talented, Universal Genius Da Vinci!"
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