Victory Road IC Inbox

[neverstudied]

"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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[neverstudied]

Maybe we oughta go outside- we'll probably have better luck figuring out which way he's heading. Can't've gotten too far yet.

[Hollis wriggles, yowling. This wasn't the deal! He was gonna be left alone if he got the Pokeball! He got the damn Pokeball, so where's his freedom?]

[pkemeter]

[Egon nods, turning and snatching up his bag. He digs through the pouch before pulling out a PokéBall and tossing it onto the ground.
Karl Wilhelm Gottlieb Leopold Fuckel pops out and blinks up at Venkman, somewhat confused. Egon just scoops him up into his arms and begins marching towards the door.]

Come on.

[Fuckel just turns to look at Venkman--and Hollis--helplessly. What's going on?]

I'm sorry for dragging you into this.

[It's hard to tell if he's talking to the Shuckle or to Venkman.]

[neverstudied]

[Venkman is honestly just assuming the Shuckle.]

... Egon, how is the slime mold-slash-turtle gonna help you track down a bee?

[pkemeter]

He's not. Fuckel is here to help battle and subdue it when we find it.

[Fuckel looks blankly at Venkman in a silent plea for help.

Anyways out they go. The Beedrill is busy trying to crawl to the ground from outside the building, his wings fluttering precariously in the wind.]

[neverstudied]

[Venkman shakes his head while holding eye contact with Fuckel. Sorry bud, he's entangled against his will in this mess, too.

Hollis pricks his ears at the sound of buzzing. Huh. That sounds closer than an escaped Beedrill should be. Is he planning to ambush the trainers?

... If so, he doesn't wanna be anywhere near Egon and Venkman. He takes advantage of Venkman distractedly scanning the sky for Merian and finally wriggles free, landing on the ground and running off- away from the noise.]