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| <color #884400>"Edward's a Crobat," Adelaide elaborated, aware that most people did not consider bats 'cute'. "I don't have nearly as much experience with bird pokemon." There was a faint trace of defensiveness there. "The one time I've been asked to help deal with a stray Zubat indoors where it shouldn't be, calming the distressed human took longer than coaxing the pokemon back outside."</color> | <color #884400>"Edward's a Crobat," Adelaide elaborated, aware that most people did not consider bats 'cute'. "I don't have nearly as much experience with bird pokemon." There was a faint trace of defensiveness there. "The one time I've been asked to help deal with a stray Zubat indoors where it shouldn't be, calming the distressed human took longer than coaxing the pokemon back outside."</color> |
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| ✘ **IN PROGRESS** | Dakarai nodded politely, still staring up at the facade of the cathedral for a few moments. It was hard to tell if he was nodding because he had learnt that it was a gesture one made if one had nothing to say but did not particularly object to what had last been said, or if he nodded because he thought she'd touched on some profound fundamental wisdom about humanity that he wasn't sharing the specifics of. Finally: "We're familiar will all kinds of pokémon up here, often dysfunctional. If you'd like to hug yours, I'm going to go out on a limb and assume it's not the rampaging type, which means he's welcome here even without Jagdish to supervise." ...well, that was an endorsement of //some// sort, at least. |
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| | <color #884400>Rampaging? Of course she knew some pokemon would do that - she'd been terrorised by a pokemon doing it - but surely a trainer's battle team wouldn't. Who would want to be near... Well, perhaps if a trainer lost and was desperate and thought they were doomed, maybe then they'd think a rampaging pokemon could be a solution and give them a chance to flee. That would go terribly for them, Adelaide suspected, but it seemed the sort of bad decision someone could have made before. </color> |
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| | <color #884400>On reflection, there were many bad decisions that could be made. But what were the good ones?</color> |
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| | <color #884400>She couldn't stand on the edge forever. Sooner or later she'd have to jump. Or be pushed. Would it be worse to be pushed? Possibly.</color> |
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| | <color #884400>Adelaide went to speak and stopped, several times, unable to quite articulate something coherently conversational along the lines of her pokemon meeting people, or comparing which pokemon gave best hugs, or more light small-talk about the cathedral architecture. Which all converged on the same thing in the end: stalling tactics.</color> |
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| | <color #884400>She thought back to Dakarai's phrasings over breakfast. "I... can't honestly say that //embracing// is the right word, that feels like a dishonest, but... accepting? Urgh." Adelaide rubbed her face again and mustered her resolve. "I'll tell Jagdish that I'll accept a trial."</color> |
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| | This prompted a slow, friendly nod from Dakarai, reeling his gaze back in to look at her. He reached out a hand to pat her shoulder amicably, evidently not stopped by that they had only just met themselves and the gesture was really something one did amongst friends. One conversational step ahead - somehow, despite all the odd blunders of style and convention he'd been making otherwise implying that this sort of social foresight was not his strength - he said: "You'll do fine." |
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