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001 | video / action for goldenrod rocket base
[By the time Eliot finally starts roaming the halls of the Rocket Base, he's had some time already to gather intel. It wasn't nearly enough and most of it was downright insane, but beggars can't be choosers. Hell, so far this was a step up from the other times he'd found himself in an unknown location with no idea how he got there. At least here there hadn't been anyone pointing a gun in his face.
Still, he's not just casually walking around the base. Hell no. Eliot's a lurker. So that's what he's doing right now. Lurking.
Meaning he's mostly keeping to himself, standing in corners and basically anywhere that he won't be as noticeable. He'd like to get a good idea of all the people in this organization before he decided what to do, thank you very much. He needs to know what he's gotten himself into.
...Of course, one of his companions is not as subtle. So you may find yourself being approached by a very curious Houndour. She'll just walk right up to you and start sniffing, much to Eliot's frustration. Have fun with that.]
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[A little later, Eliot finally decides to give his Gear a try. So there he is on the video feed, nothing all that distinctive visible in the background. Except, uh... the brown, curly tail that's barely poking into the frame.]
So I'm gonna make a wild guess here and say this isn't just a very lucid dream, right? [Under normal circumstances, Eliot's voice would sound rather grumpy. But he's playing it safe, so he's keeping his tone calm, unassuming and friendly. And it certainly isn't his grifting voice, ha ha what.] ...Yeah, probably not.
Anyway, figured I might as well get acquainted with some people. Maybe some of you can offer me some tips? Anything would be helpful. You know, for someone who just got here and all-
[While he's speaking, the source of that tail moves closer to the Gear and peeks up at it, revealing it to be a Mankey. Quietly, it reaches out to teach the Gear, his paw getting awfully close to it when-]
Stop that.
[Ah. There's Eliot's regular growling voice. Who knew a southern drawl could sound that intimidating? He doesn't actually look at his Mankey and he's trying to keep up his poker face, but there's some frustrated twitching going on.]
It's not a toy.
[There's a beat.
And then the Mankey makes a grab for the Gear anyway, resulting in the feed going all over the place. There's a slamming noise, which may or may not have been Eliot slamming the table in frustration.]
Damn it! What did I just say-
[And there goes the feed. Probably not the best introduction of all time.]
Still, he's not just casually walking around the base. Hell no. Eliot's a lurker. So that's what he's doing right now. Lurking.
Meaning he's mostly keeping to himself, standing in corners and basically anywhere that he won't be as noticeable. He'd like to get a good idea of all the people in this organization before he decided what to do, thank you very much. He needs to know what he's gotten himself into.
...Of course, one of his companions is not as subtle. So you may find yourself being approached by a very curious Houndour. She'll just walk right up to you and start sniffing, much to Eliot's frustration. Have fun with that.]
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[A little later, Eliot finally decides to give his Gear a try. So there he is on the video feed, nothing all that distinctive visible in the background. Except, uh... the brown, curly tail that's barely poking into the frame.]
So I'm gonna make a wild guess here and say this isn't just a very lucid dream, right? [Under normal circumstances, Eliot's voice would sound rather grumpy. But he's playing it safe, so he's keeping his tone calm, unassuming and friendly. And it certainly isn't his grifting voice, ha ha what.] ...Yeah, probably not.
Anyway, figured I might as well get acquainted with some people. Maybe some of you can offer me some tips? Anything would be helpful. You know, for someone who just got here and all-
[While he's speaking, the source of that tail moves closer to the Gear and peeks up at it, revealing it to be a Mankey. Quietly, it reaches out to teach the Gear, his paw getting awfully close to it when-]
Stop that.
[Ah. There's Eliot's regular growling voice. Who knew a southern drawl could sound that intimidating? He doesn't actually look at his Mankey and he's trying to keep up his poker face, but there's some frustrated twitching going on.]
It's not a toy.
[There's a beat.
And then the Mankey makes a grab for the Gear anyway, resulting in the feed going all over the place. There's a slamming noise, which may or may not have been Eliot slamming the table in frustration.]
Damn it! What did I just say-
[And there goes the feed. Probably not the best introduction of all time.]
action;
[Pause.]
...Maybe two.
[DAMMIT PARKER.]
Re: action;
He'll hiss it instead.]
Damn it, Parker! These things are weirding me out enough already without you naming 'em after me!
action;
[He's not the only one who can do hissing, although there's a little more urgency and a little less exasperation identifiable in Parker's.]
So I mmm...
[She falters, like the words are hard to get out of her mouth.]
Mmm. Made. ...Them my team. My crew.
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[Because she actually kind of has a point there, how dare she!
And... oh.
Oh.
Oh, Parker.]
...Least tell me you named something that isn't terrible after me.
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[Who started out his life as a Shroomish, and earned his name more for the face than for his eventual fighting prowess.]
The other is Spencer, he's newer. Also a panda.
[...Also a panda.]
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But that second one.]
A panda? Seriously, Parker? Seriously?
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[She shrugs.]
You can only carry six at a time, though, when you're going places. You keep the rest in a computer.
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...In a computer. I'm supposed to keep animals in a computer. That's- How's that even work?
[Eliot, is it any weirder than keeping them in balls? Well. No. But he's not okay with that one either.
But he just sighs, because he's never going to stop hating this place if he starts this again.]
You know what, forget it. Fine. Six, that's great. Just one is already more than enough to get on my nerves.
action;
[A pause.]
Also the security systems they have around here? Pfffft. In the whole jewelry district there's not a single one worth the value of the stuff they've got in the case. Like there's this one store, you'd think they'd have a Glenn-Rieder 1450 given the size and layout of the shop, plus the ratio of high-value gemstones to lower-quality stuff, plus the relatively small manpower they've got on the...floor...
[Oops.]
...Stuff's different here.
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[Seriously, Parker?]
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[...Did she miss the sarcasm...]
But stuff here gets easier the more you do it. Like picking a lock.
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Like picking a... [The worst part is that that actually makes sense, but still. Parker.] Or, I dunno, maybe something normal?
But yeah. I'll adapt.
[He's good at adapting! Granted, this is more challenging than usual, but he'll work it out. Somehow.]
Not the first time I've been dropped in unknown territory.
[What? Look, the Pokemon world is definitely comparable to all his times stuck in foreign countries where people regularly shot at him, okay.]
action;
[She gives him one of those looks that tends to be quintessentially Parker: a touch uncertain and a touch reserved, like she thinks that's the right thing to point out but isn't entirely sure if she can trust her own judgment on it, either.]
...You should come back to the house and meet my fr...my friends. The kids I told you about. They live in a house in this city.
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...Yeah. That helps.
[Parker's not the only one who sometimes needs a reminder that they're a team now. And he's glad it's her with him, because he knows she'll have his back.
...also hearing Parker use the word my and the word friends right after each other is going to be weird forever, isn't it?]
...Don't see why not. Sure, I'll come meet 'em.