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| "I'm sure she does," Yarver cut through the budding toxic conversation, firmly, his own posture visibly tense, some instincts of his clearly filing this as a threat even to his own well-being. "But we've given her a lot to digest. She's defensive. You're defensive. I implore you, //give her some time//." He had shifted by a few inches as though following an urge to use himself as a shield. "Let me talk to her. Alone, maybe for an hour." | "I'm sure she does," Yarver cut through the budding toxic conversation, firmly, his own posture visibly tense, some instincts of his clearly filing this as a threat even to his own well-being. "But we've given her a lot to digest. She's defensive. You're defensive. I implore you, //give her some time//." He had shifted by a few inches as though following an urge to use himself as a shield. "Let me talk to her. Alone, maybe for an hour." |
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| Jagdish kept his gaze firmly anchored on Adelaide. There was something strange about him, a fundental, unsettling mismatch of how he //felt// and what he was //saying//, stronger the closer he was to Adelaide. There should not have been the slightest chance of trusting him given the circumstances, but something about him demanded that it remain an option. | Jagdish kept his gaze firmly anchored on Adelaide. There was something strange about him, a fundamental, unsettling mismatch of how he //felt// and what he was //saying//, stronger the closer he was to Adelaide. There should not have been the slightest chance of trusting him given the circumstances, but something about him demanded that it remain an option. |
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| Only an option; only a flimsy thread. | Only an option; only a flimsy thread. |
| "Come," Jagdish gestured to the dark-skinned Psychic pokémon, and began to walk past Adelaide and Yarver, evidently intent on disappearing into the battered building without further discussion. If anything, it proved that he trusted Yarver. | "Come," Jagdish gestured to the dark-skinned Psychic pokémon, and began to walk past Adelaide and Yarver, evidently intent on disappearing into the battered building without further discussion. If anything, it proved that he trusted Yarver. |
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| The labyrithine, smooth hide of the threatening pokémon rippled a little as she rose. Perhaps in disregard for Jagdish's request, or simply as an excursion of her own, she took sure, steady steps directly toward Adelaide - not in themselves threatening, but she was a large pokémon that had triggered Farsight's anxiety before, and her approach was unexpected now. | The labyrinthine, smooth hide of the threatening pokémon rippled a little as she rose. Perhaps in disregard for Jagdish's request, or simply as an excursion of her own, she took sure, steady steps directly toward Adelaide - not in themselves threatening, but she was a large pokémon that had triggered Farsight's anxiety before, and her approach was unexpected now. |
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| Yarver reached a hand to grasp for Adelaide's shoulder. "No," he said, addressing the pokémon. "Later, please." | Yarver reached a hand to grasp for Adelaide's shoulder. "No," he said, addressing the pokémon. "Later, please." |
| "All of that is to say: The trial is a threat to Adelaide and I have no interest in misleading you about that. We will probably hurt her, but I suspect we won't hurt her much." There was a mild annoyance in his voice, a pale shadow of his earlier anger, this time stemming from that he was wary of making promises about outcomes. But the Natu seemed well-adjusted and none of the data he had on Adelaide made her out to be one of the worse candidates. 'A couple of scratches', while still a bit of a euphemistic simplification, felt like the likely outcome. | "All of that is to say: The trial is a threat to Adelaide and I have no interest in misleading you about that. We will probably hurt her, but I suspect we won't hurt her much." There was a mild annoyance in his voice, a pale shadow of his earlier anger, this time stemming from that he was wary of making promises about outcomes. But the Natu seemed well-adjusted and none of the data he had on Adelaide made her out to be one of the worse candidates. 'A couple of scratches', while still a bit of a euphemistic simplification, felt like the likely outcome. |
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| **✘ IN PROGRESS** | <color #884400>Farsight's first reaction was outrage. Hurting HER Adelaide was not acceptable! Feathers puffed out in an instinctive attempt to look larger (somewhat successful) and more intimidating (...significantly less successful) she opened her beak to protest, and nearly immediately clicked it shut again.</color> |
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| | <color #884400>She was a very average Natu, and he was a scary man-mon with a VERY powerful Pink One who'd just confessed to having lots of conversations with Legendaries. He'd said he wanted a conversation with Adelaide's other pokemon too, but when angry people had yelled at her human Adelaide had told them off and said that conversations were not shouting and made them go away. And shouting wouldn't work, because she (somehow) knew that he could beat her in a fight even without his own pokemon coming to help.</color> |
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| | <color #884400>"Unhappy puffball," Farsight muttered to herself, attacking a particularly crooked feather with her beak. That was what her Adelaide would say to her, gently, then ask what was wrong. She was a GOOD human! Not like the ones on the ship that kept trying to pick fights with everyone!</color> |
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| | <color #884400>She looked back up. "Adelaide is scared, and she's angry, and she's afraid you're going to hurt US, like the volcano-gym-man threatened." He was mean, so he can't have been one of the gym leaders put on trial. "Even if she's scared because //I'm// scared, she won't let you touch our pokeballs while she's afraid of that." Because she didn't want Adelaide hurt at ALL, but wasn't hurt better than killed? Yes, but not good enough. She should have seen further and warned her Adelaide //sooner//. But maybe if her talked to the others and found their trainer wasn't mean then he'd be less angry and it would be easier to run away? Because... he wouldn't let her say no, would he?</color> |
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| | Jagdish nodded amiably, taking another bite of his food - the last. He set the bowl aside, taking a deep breath that led into an equally deep exhale. "I imagine Yarver is explaining to her that that's not a threat. No one here is interested in harming pokémon in anything but, at most, acute self-defence and I haven't seen that happen in the past three decades." |
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| | He did not look like he could be much older than three decades. |
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| | <color #884400>"You would have better ways of hiding from a very angry Tauros than a Cargodon and a forklift," Farsight agreed.</color> |
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