Dr. Peter Venkman (
neverstudied) wrote2018-12-24 11:04 pm
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"Hey, this is Dr. Peter Venkman- I'm probably busy. If you're calling about something stupid done by a Dr. Egon Spengler or a Dr. Ray Stantz, I'm sorry for whatever they did. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
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[Speaking of kicking...]
Ah Christ-!
[Venkman takes a step back as Egon pulls him along, before reaching out and trying to slam the door in Sriracha's face. Unfortunately, he's just a bit too slow, and takes a hard blow to the knee for his troubles. He yelps in pain, but redoubles his efforts to force the door closed.]
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The hallway is quiet for a moment. There's the sound of scratching and chirping at the door. Egon lets out a sigh, rubbing his temples.]
I don't understand it. She doesn't seem to accept any sort of positive reinforcement beyond victory over her opponents. I assume she has somehow identified me as an opponent, or someone who she's supposed to fight.
[The scratching intensifies.]
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[He shakes his head, before limping over to the nearest flat surface and sitting down. The kick wasn't bad enough to cause any real damage, but standing on that leg is gonna hurt like for a little while.]
I dunno what to tell ya. Sounds like she's acting the way Bond did when she was little, except Bond couldn't kick the shit out of me- and by the time she was strong enough to actually be dangerous, she'd chilled out a lot.
... I'd suggest maybe putting 'em together, seeing if my big firebird could teach the little firebird to calm down, but if that backfires, we're all screwed.
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[The scratching stops, thank God. Egon kneels down and listens at the door intently--she's backing away and continuing her patrol up and down the hallway. Probably looking for more people to fight.]
I wouldn't be opposed to it. She might need a more positive role model to train under, and, given that she's the only Fire type in my entire roster, she's already stronger than most of them.
[He frowns lightly. Maybe he should've invested more time into actually obtaining other types of Pokémon instead of hyperfocusing on plants and weird bugs...but, whatever.]
Do you want to release her from her containment unit right now, or are we going to have to be stuck in this room for the rest of the day?
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[Thanks, Venkman.
Luckily, today is one of the days Venkman happens to have Bond in his roster, and he clicks the Pokeball's release. The Talonflame takes form from the flash of red light, perched on a dresser, and she regards her trainer and his partner with mild dislike. She may have mellowed out a bit over the months, and she may have begrudgingly began to respect her trainer, but she's absolutely still not his biggest fan.
And like many of his Pokemon, she just flat out dislikes Egon.]
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Hello, Bond. There is a young Combusken currently wandering the halls. If possible, could you speak to her and try to calm her temper?
[He tries not to sound desperate as he says it. He's so, so tired of dealing with this angry chicken and not having any solutions has frustrated him to no end.
He can't believe he's talking to a bird.]
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Think she wants to know what's in it for her.
[Sure, Venkman could try to convince Bond to help, but he also knows an opportunity when he sees one. So he's certainly not gonna stop his partner begging his bird for help.
Because it's hilarious.]
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Would you do it for a PokéPufF?
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She's not a talking dog, Egon.
[The Talonflame does seem to consider the offer, though, and after a moment seems to sigh. Resigned to her fate. She lifts one foot and holds up one talon- then forms an "o" with her toes. 1-0. 10 Pokepuffs. That's her minimum rate for this.]
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[He doesn't seem to be joking...but, then again, it's hard to tell with that deadpan.]
But, fine. Ten PokéPuffs. Don't make yourself ill by eating all of them at once. Now will you go?
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Bond would draw this out longer- really make him grovel for help, make him say please- but she's fairly certain it's not worth the effort of trying to drive what she's asking into his thick skull. With a flutter of her wings, she hops from the dresser to the floor, and begins to walk towards the door.]
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Good luck.
[Once Bond is through, Egon will close the door until he can see through a small crack. Just in case something happens and he has to open the door for Bond to run back inside.
From the outside, Sriracha has already done a lot of damage to the door just by using her claws. Egon can probably expect a property damage bill sometime in his future. She notices Bond hopping out of the room and she lets out a series of clucks, scraping her claws against the ground. So! She's come to fight her, huh?!
She doesn't seem put off by the fact that Bond is literally five times her level--she wants to fight.]
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You want to fight her, child? Go right ahead. You can even have the first blow. Bond outstretches her wings and straightens up a bit, giving the Combusken plenty of openings.]
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[Sriracha hesitates for a moment. This is unusual. Most Pokémon she challenges cower and try to flee before she ultimately charges and pecks at them until they fall. She only falters for a moment, however, before she puffs out her chest and she sprints towards Bond, her claws positioned like a boxer at the ready. The Combusken then outstretches her legs, jumping up and trying to kick Bond right in her left wing.]
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[Bond watches. She waits. And, right before the foot collides with her wing, she lunges, snapping her beak down hard on Sriracha's ankle. She proceeds to try to yank the smaller bird and fling her aside, like she's swinging a ragdoll by the leg.
Just because Bond let Sriracha attack first doesn't mean she was going to let the first blow actually collide. Or that she'd let the chicken have any dignity in this fight.]
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[Sriracha lets out a startled squawk as she gets picked up by Bond and flung off to the side, hitting the wall with a dull THUD. Tiny feathers go everywhere, and Sriracha glares at Bond, jumping up onto her feet. She fluffs up, clearly annoyed. She said she could have the first hit! That wasn't fair!]
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[That was your first hit, and it was a failure. Try again.
Once again, Bond stretches out her wings and leaves herself open for attack. But Sriracha can tell, now- her eyes are watching every little move the Combusken makes, and her muscles are tense. Ready to strike again at any second.]
tfw theres plenty of torchic and blaziken icons but only like 3 for combusken
mood im too lazy to get more rn
The Talonflame doesn't even bother to use her beak this time- she holds up one taloned foot and grabs the Combusken mid-charge, forcibly holding her in place by whatever part of her body she was gonna try to attack with (presumably her kicking foot). The flames clearly don't bother her- she doesn't even flinch.
Instead of flinging Sriracha aside this time, she just stares her down. Disappointed. Is this really the best you can do? Her grip tightens.]
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Eventually, she lets out a frustrated series of clucks. She gives up, okay?! That's what she wants, right?! Ugh! You've proven your point!]
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She just grumbles out a response. She GUESSES that'd be nice, maybe. Now, can Bond let go of her?]
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For Arceus's sake, this bird is tough as nails. She doesn't see why she has to do any of this stuff! Ridiculous. Ugh. She doesn't verbalize it, however.]
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