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[Egon gives a bewildered look towards Venkman. He doesn't know what his bird likes besides beating other Pokémon (and people) up. What the hell is he supposed to do in this situation? After a brief pause, he clears his throat and adjusts his glasses.]

Would you do it for a PokéPufF?

[Bond's feathers ruffle slightly while she gives Egon a withering glance.]

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.]

I don't know what you mean.

[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?

[A disdainful look. She's not a talking dog, and she's not a child, either. She knows how to eat in moderation, unlike a certain idiot scientist in the room.

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.]

[Egon watches silently as she hops over to the door, then silently opens it a smidge for Bond to creep through.]

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.]

[Please- as if she'd need to run back in. She steps outside with dignity and grace, and stares down the unruly chicken. Bond clucks softly, mostly to herself- this girl has a lot of spirit to her. She remembers when she was like this. She still sort of is. But now, she has the firepower to back it up. This is just random- disorganized chaos, striking blows at everything that can move without proper planning. This little bird needs to learn how to hone her attacks if she wants to intimidate anything more than a human.

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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!]

[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.]

[She lets out a frustrated noise, backing up a few feet to study Bond. After a few moments, she tries again, charging recklessly at Bond in almost the exact same manner as she did before. Sriracha lets out a loud crow as flames erupt around her and she tries to hit Bond with a Flame Charge.]

[This is just a sad display, kid.

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.]

[Well, that knocks her off balance. She keeps squawking over and over again for Bond to let her go, that this isn't fair, and getting more and more pissed as she flails uselessly against the older Pokémon's grip.

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!]

Edited 2019-08-04 03:30 (UTC)

[Her grip loosens, but she doesn't let go just yet. Instead, Bond tilts her head, regarding the little bird. You have talent, but you haven't honed it. You fight helpless bugs and think that just because they cower before you, that makes you powerful. You know nothing about power until you see stark terror in the eyes of something that, by all rights, should be able to destroy you. Don't you want that?]

[Sriracha falls quiet for a few moments, contemplating Bond's questions. On the one hand, she does want that. But on the other hand, she's stubborn and angry and beat up. And her first instinct is to want to say no just to spite Bond. Eventually, however, the desire to get better and kick ass wins out.

She just grumbles out a response. She GUESSES that'd be nice, maybe. Now, can Bond let go of her?]

[The Talonflame's grip tightens again. She doesn't care how that scientist has been raising you, you will address her respectfully and not like a petulant child. And as stupid as they are, you must promise to stop attacking trainers, particularly your own. They're not worth the effort. And Bond will find out if it happens again. Does she make herself clear?]

[Sriracha lets out a pained squawk. She understands, she understands! Will she teach her how to get better if she agrees to that?

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.]

[Good enough for now. With a final nod, Bond lets go. She'll teach you if you continue to show signs of being worth teaching. This is on her terms. Not yours.]

[After a moment's hesitation, she nods, still a little miffed from the earilier attacks. Very well. She'll prove herself, you'll see! She uses her claws to try and preen herself and straighten out her feathers before fluffing up.

Egon, meanwhile, had been watching all this unfold and turns to Venkman to say--]

I believe your bird just attempted to put Sriracha in a chokehold.

Hey, it worked, didn't it?

[Bond begins to preen as well, combing her beak through the feathers on her keel- still keeping a wary eye on the Combusken as she does so.]

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the dw tools extension doesnt work. press f

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tfw theres plenty of torchic and blaziken icons but only like 3 for combusken

mood im too lazy to get more rn

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