worktodo | 002 | Route 38 | Video / Action;

[It's a lovely afternoon on Route 38, just outside of Ecruteak City, and Albert Rosenfield is On A Mission. (All right, well, technically he's on two missions, but he's pretending it's only one mission because the other mission involves being a dogwalker for Coop's Houndour and his own Poochyena, and come on, that's just beneath him, do you know how many degrees he has.) In the week and a half he's spent thus far in Johto, he's read the literature and gotten the relevant explanations from a source he's inclined to trust as reliable, unbelievable though they may be, and so today he's out on the route to investigate the local plant life.

The Gear feed is mostly picking up up-close shots of various shrubs and berries, occasionally directed by a hand covered in a latex glove; it appears Albert is using his Gear's video function as a means of documenting the things he's finding, and every so often he'll snap off a small branch or twist off a berry and deposit it into a plastic baggie for later investigation.

Which is great, except that while he's busy examining shrubs, his Poochyena is currently bounding into the tall grass, having just spotted a wild Paras shuffling along minding its own business. Curious, she gives it a few pokes with its nose, which the Paras only tolerates momentarily before attempting to bid a hasty, skittering retreat from the sudden invasive prodding of this wolfdog in its midst. But Gandhina is having none of that, and after following it a few steps with continued, mounting curiosity, she finally darts down and snaps it up in her jaws, intent on proudly carrying it over to her trainer to show him what she's just found.

The Paras, naturally, does not take kindly to this.

A moment later, a cloud of Poison Powder erupts into the air.]

— The hell?!

[Granted, Albert may not instantly recognize what this cloud is, but he is at least sensible enough to realize that it's probably not something he really wants to be breathing. Ever rational, he prudently covers his nose and mouth and starts bidding a hasty retreat; Gandhina, on the other hand, begins whimpering and struggling but continues holding bravely on while the Paras, still locked in her teeth, starts to wriggle and scratch as it tries to get free.]

Gandhina, drop it!

[But fortunately for Gandhina, Albert isn't the only observer on the scene, and now it's Sheriff's turn to leap into action: first with a sharp, forceful bark that finally seems to shake Gandhina out of her (now poisoned) haze and makes her release the Paras, and then with a well-placed jet of fire that, being ridiculously super-effective against the offending Bug/Grass type, proceeds to drop it like a bad habit.

A moment later, the video goes dark as the Gear is hastily shoved into a pocket, and Albert's muttered cursing can be faintly heard in the moments just before the feed finally switches off.]

Threaded | Flat

_{[All things considered, Coop's been okay lately. It's a while ago now since he just about collapsed from whatever had him make fire, and he's recovered pretty nicely from it. The mutations are still there, of course, but they don't bother him as much as they did before, and although he's still got a fever things are a lot more managable on that front as well.]

[Then there's the fact that it's really, really sunny out. And it puts him in a good mood. Allows him to soak up the heat like a cat on a rooftop, and he feels glad and invigorated from it. He understands that it's a side effect from temporarily being a fire-type, and while he's still worried that will never go away, he can't help but feel pretty content despite things as he strolls the streets of Ecruteak.]

[And at least he's not the only one looking odd, so there's that.]

[Albert is not one of the people who do, though, but that coupled with the brisk pace and generally unhappy face make him easy to spot and Coop goes to meet him for no other reason than that he'd like to.]

[He's very, very happy to have him here, after all.]

[... but why is he carrying the Poochyena?]}

Edited 2012-08-03 02:22 (UTC)

That cloud can poison Pokémon. If any of the ones with you look sick, that pink berry you picked will heal them.

[Hi, Albert. Remember this guy? He’s cackling at the cloud, and then glaring when the feed moves away from it.]

And here I was hoping that you wouldn’t have the ssssense to move away from that!

[With the way Carmen had looked upon her return from New Bark Town, Hiccup hadn't exactly been itching to officially meet this friend of Cooper's. Instead, he had busied himself with getting better, holed up in his room with supplies for drawing and tinkering.

He does recognize the voice when it shows up on his 'gear, though, and video's content does worry him.]

Hey, uhmn-- [Crap, what would be a good way to refer to this guy?] --Mr. Rosenfield? I think that's it. Is everyone okay? It looked like your dog took that Poison Powder pretty badly.

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