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firstnothingThe afternoon before had been ... enlightening. And with the egg he'd acquired hatching just after dark, bringing his team to three (two and a half he supposed; a newborn pokemon wasn't terribly strong), things seemed to be going well. The dusky little fox was more than content to curl up with Sorrow and Regret and sleep there the entire night through, and he'd had no reason to disturb them. Come the morning, all three would be put to work.
That had been the plan anyway. Something seemed off as he set up breakfast; he's almost completely certain there had not been four pokemon sleeping there last night. And now there were. Regret's obvious black-and-white, Sorrow's vivid green, the little zorua's dusky gray, and ... orange, cream and black, all curled up.
Frown.
Ousting the doglike pokemon proved to be more troublesome than it was worth, and Xemnas quickly settled on simply ignoring it in favor of straightening out his own, handing out breakfast, checking for lingering injury from the day before, and heading on his way. Honestly he had intended to catch a growlithe sooner or later, preferably sooner, but this one was ... overaffectionate. And far too exuberant for his tastes, with the way it bounced in happy, barking circles around himself and his bewildered team.
Thus went the day. The constant energetic presence of the growlithe didn't really interrupt the hunting any, as wild pokemon seemed to ignore the noise and darting about for the most part, including one sleeping abra at the base of a tree. Abras, according to his pokedex after a quick scan, wouldn't ordinarily counterattack. And the little zorua was more than happy to test its small claws and sharp teeth on the sleeping psychic-type.
Repeatedly, given the thing kept teleporting. It was annoying enough to all of them (except the growlithe, who seemed impossible to annoy) that actual effective teamwork seemed to be rapidly forged between his three pokemon out of sheer determination to corner and catch the abra. It kept teleporting. How often could it do that?
Quite a bit it turned out. But eventually, with a lot of effort and a well-timed Grass Whistle, Xemnas had the little psychic-fox neatly trapped in one of those red-and-white pokeballs. The first one he'd ever bothered to catch, and that probably due to the frustration levels of chasing it around all day.
As sunset approached and he set out for the distant city again, the growlithe followed.
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[From the sound of sharp little hooves on road, he's managed to find a proper route to follow.]
Is it ordinary that a pokemon might decide to join you, whether or not you wish it to be there?
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Date: 2013-08-19 01:38 pm (UTC)Do you intend to supply me the income I need to feed another? Otherwise, all will suffer for the inconvenience. When you have very little, 'not that much more expensive' is still far too expensive.
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Date: 2013-08-20 04:21 am (UTC)What will you do if it doesn't?
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Date: 2013-08-20 04:25 am (UTC)... I suppose I will go to the city's pokemon center and ask for their advice. Perhaps someone there will be willing to take it. Or convince it to return to its home, wherever that might be. Or find a trainer or breeder who might wish to own one.
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Date: 2013-08-20 04:32 am (UTC)Is it nearby though? I could talk to it and try to explain things to it.
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Date: 2013-08-20 04:35 am (UTC)If you wish to try, there it is. Sooner or later I am sure there will be someone who will take it off my hands.
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Date: 2013-08-20 04:45 am (UTC)Hi there, Growlithe. Do you like being with this human?
[If and when the Growlithe responds in pokéspeak, Apollo won't understand it, but his Furret will, and he'll be able to use his telepathy on her to find out what Growlithe said.]
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Date: 2013-08-20 04:51 am (UTC)The growlithe, for its - her, apparently - part, actually stops (for a few moments) when addressed, rounding on the pokegeer with obvious interest and much sniffing, tail a steady waving, happy plume. It's definitely pokespeak; as far as Xemnas is aware it's a lot of barking and dog noises and 'growlithe'.]
Hello! Hi! I just met you, and I think you're amazing! I like him too! He gave me a sandwich!! He's my new master, and we're going to be the best of friends! I can tell!
[Xemnas wans't kidding about the high energy levels, apparently.]
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Date: 2013-08-20 05:10 am (UTC)Because of the way his telepathy works, he can't get all of the details, but he gets enough to understand the basic ideas.]
That was nice of him to give you food. But he says that he won't be able to keep feeding you, since he doesn't have enough food for everyone right now.
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Date: 2013-08-20 05:18 am (UTC)It was very nice! It was tasty and I love my new master! He is the purveyor of sandwiches! There is food, he goes into the bag and out comes tasty things. I've seen it! Every day! [There is a brief pause on the part of the growlithe.] One day. But it was three times! Even if there is no food it's okay! There are trashcans.