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."
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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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.
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[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.]