i dunno if you remember the message about the container parts from a while ago, but garrus told me it might be a good idea to let you know that i found a label that says IPS on it
dagger threatened to kill me when i told him
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
heard they were bad news... yeah. thought you should know
if you have an idea of what i can do with it thatd be great too
[ He will never understand why humans and those like them insist on doing that. But Armada can tell a lie easily. He has no doubt that Green Oak is in a high state of anxiety regarding his Pokemon. ]
im not strange [ but regardless, that's the best piece of news he's gotten all day, enough to lift his spirits for the week despite how harsh the black box was. ]
[ It's been a long day. Green's always known that Arcanine's uncomfortable with getting poked and prodded for whatever reason, and the medical check up only served as a proof of that. The rest of the day (aside from dealing with a certain stubborn landshark) is spent trying to cheer the giant beast up, more or less.
Which, despite the sullen mood the pokemon was originally in, it's not too difficult - at least, nothing that a big-portioned meal and an offer to run laps training wing won't fix. The canine's taken himself to running (sprinting) laps around the melee training room, ending up as a blur of orange and white. Every single time Arcanine passes by Green, a gust of wind follows to mess up his spiked hair.
But his trainer watches idly, not at all bothered in the slightest - instead his mind wanders to the visit he should be getting soon, and if Armada expects him to be in his common quarters at this time. He considers sending a message to him know that won't be the case, but that seems.... weird.
So, back to semi-waiting; if he doesn't show up, it's not going to be the end of the world. There's probably a good chance that Armada's too busy to come and see him, or something. Whatever. ]
[ Green Oak is not in his room when Armada is free. He does not consider this a slight. The recruits are in a state of relative relaxation at the moment, and this arranged meeting is not official business. Tracking him down is not difficult, both due to the technology within the Neheda and Armada's own unique traits.
The difference between their heart rates is substantial. Armada knows where both Green and his arcanine are before he walks in. It is the animal that has his attention, since it is running and this alerts his hunting instincts. Armada makes no move to chase it, only observes. ]
[ Despite trying to convince himself otherwise, Green's definitely still waiting for a message. It's his pride as a pokemon trainer - when someone's taken an interest in the pokemon he's taken the time to raise, he wants to talk about them. He wants to impress them, because his team is definitely something to be impressed by, if he does say so himself.
So when he realizes that Armada's actually in the room, he does a double take. ] Wait - [ His eyes widen, eyebrows raising, and he looks back and forth between the orange blur and the green team instructor. ] I thought you were going to --
... or not, I guess. [ He mutters to himself before whistling for Arcanine to return to him. The beast comes to a stop in front of Green, but his attention seems to be on the giant alien instead. He's curious, certainly, but not necessarily threatened; his trainer doesn't seem entirely nervous (aside from the initial sputter), so they should be fine... Right? ]
Well. Here he is. [ The teen speaks to Armada again, nodding to the canine. ] This is Arcanine.
[ He has surprised Green Oak. Armada knows this without turning his face toward him. His skin pulses with a glow that oozes along his skin before disappearing, like a slow moving aurora. ]
I am free now.
[ It is all the explanation he intends on giving. Green Oak is on the periphery of his attention, while Arcanine takes up the majority of it. It is a unique creature, not in make up, but in attitude. He finds it's tie to it's trainer curious.
[ He's still surprised, actually; it takes conscious effort to make sure that Green isn't outright staring at the strange auroras appearing on the instructors body. There aren't very many bio-luminescent pokemon where he comes from, and none that can do what Armada can apparently do. But studying it so obviously - he doesn't want to get called out for acting totally out of turn.
It's probably normal for people out in space - chances are he's the strange one here. That wouldn't surprise him very much.
Arcanine moves once Armada starts moving, approaching with cautious steps. The beast lumbers forward until he's slightly in front of Green, dark eyes focused. ]
Both. They understand when they're being called.
Some trainers give their pokemon nicknames, but that's as far as things go.
[ Armada faces the beast for a moment, and eventually holds his hand out, palm up. He is not surprised that it might be nervous around him. He is an apex predator, and could easily kill the both of them if he wanted. Armada could not be more calm than he is presently, though, and exudes no intent outside of his curiosity. ]
[ And on cue, Arcanine's attention is completely and utterly on Armada, purely out of reaction. He doesn't quite understand what's going on, yet he's not about to let the alien out of his sight; it seems too dangerous to relax around him. He's not sure how he feels about the instructor in front of him, whether it's his height or the intimidating looking helmet (or both...).
But he is curious, as he has always been during his stay in the Nehada. When the hand's extended, he takes it as an invitation to step forward and sniff, curious of the scents he might pick up (despite Green's wariness about the situation, alas). ]
Well, yeah. [ Arcanine's not quite eager enough to ask for headpats from the giant, unfortunately. Sorry Armada. :( ] He's my partner. [ The reason Green's here in the first place, so to speak, let alone recruited by the CDC. ]
[ The Pokemon will first catch the acrid scent of explosives and weaponry, as this is what Armada has been working on extensively since they have returned to the ship. Beneath that will be the smell of Armada's skin, like a stone that has been heated under the sun. Fainter still— a scent that only a fine olfactory system will pick up— a tangy sweetness, like lemon and honey. This scent is especially attractive to others of his species. ]
I have met many with pets. Your bond is unique. Is he soft?
[ Arcanine is not eager to be pet, but Armada is almost beside himself with the desire to touch him. He can smell the fur. ]
[ The scent has the canine huffing, getting the smell out of the system - it's not exactly the most pleasant of smells, and even more than that, it's unfamiliar. He doesn't move away, however - the initial gesture from Armada helps Arcanine feel a little better about the situation, at least. He doesn't move, but he isn't entirely tense, either.
The word "pets" has the teen frown, eyebrows furrowing. ] He's my partner, not a pet.
[ Perhaps that's why their bond is unique. ] A pet means that I'm his owner, that I'm ... in charge of him. But it's not like that.
I rely on him just as much as he relies on me. It's a mutual trust - a pokemon and his trainer won't work well if they're not united. [ It's obvious that he feels strongly about this, reaching up to give the pokemon a quick scratch.
But he's realizing that this bond is ... rarer in this place, which is why aside from the initial explanation, he decides to move on. ] Um- yeah. [ Even if it means they're talking about his pokemon's fur? What. ] D'you wanna pet him?
[ It may be rare but this bond is not outside of Armada's understanding, what is unusual is that this bond extends between two different species. Such a relationship is not unheard of, but neither is it common in the CDC. It can be as much an asset as it can be a detriment. ]
[ Well, the response is straightforward enough; Green looks up to his partner, gently raising his eyebrows in question. ] D'you mind?
[ The voice is softer by a small margin. It's nothing noticeable to the regular individual, but there's no sarcastic bite that trails his tone; only curiosity and a hint of concern at the pokemon's stance.
Arcanine pauses, brown eyes meeting green, before he slowly lumbers forward closer to Armada. He's about a foot away from the instructor before he sits in place, waiting expectantly. His tail sweeps the ground side to side. ]
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i dunno if you remember the message about the container parts from a while ago, but garrus told me it might be a good idea to let you know that i found a label that says IPS on it
dagger threatened to kill me when i told him
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
heard they were bad news... yeah. thought you should know
if you have an idea of what i can do with it thatd be great too
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
i also have a question
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Keep it.
[ He will come to Oak when they have dropped to the planet about this. ]
FROM: armada@cdc.org
What is the question?
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ok...?
can i get my pokemon back a little earlier? or have more than one returned to me im not picky
its fine if not
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You'll have to go through the proper channels to file a request like that.
FROM: armada@cdc.org
It is not fine. If it was fine, you would not have asked.
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i dont want to file a request if i don't have a shot at getting any of them back
is it possible, then?
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
"not fine" isnt an option if i cant get them back
theres no point in being not fine if you say no
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You are really strange.
[ He will never understand why humans and those like them insist on doing that. But Armada can tell a lie easily. He has no doubt that Green Oak is in a high state of anxiety regarding his Pokemon. ]
FROM: armada@cdc.org
Yes, it is possible.
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??????????????????????
nothing about this is strange
im not strange [ but regardless, that's the best piece of news he's gotten all day, enough to lift his spirits for the week despite how harsh the black box was. ]
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
thanks
did u still want to see arcanine?
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Yes you are.
FROM: armada@cdc.org
I do.
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no im not
at least explain why
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
kk whenever youre free then
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You are saying you are fine, but you are not, and then you are defending it. That's strange.
FROM: armada@cdc.org
This evening, then.
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im not defending it, im pointing out that i cant do anything about me not being fine
its a waste of time which means its fine if it doesnt work out the way i want it to
this is something i cant change
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
where do i meet you
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Okay.
FROM: armada@cdc.org
I can come to you.
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ill probably be in my room by the evening
lemme know
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I will try not to interrupt your sleep cycle.
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Which, despite the sullen mood the pokemon was originally in, it's not too difficult - at least, nothing that a big-portioned meal and an offer to run laps training wing won't fix. The canine's taken himself to running (sprinting) laps around the melee training room, ending up as a blur of orange and white. Every single time Arcanine passes by Green, a gust of wind follows to mess up his spiked hair.
But his trainer watches idly, not at all bothered in the slightest - instead his mind wanders to the visit he should be getting soon, and if Armada expects him to be in his common quarters at this time. He considers sending a message to him know that won't be the case, but that seems.... weird.
So, back to semi-waiting; if he doesn't show up, it's not going to be the end of the world. There's probably a good chance that Armada's too busy to come and see him, or something. Whatever. ]
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The difference between their heart rates is substantial. Armada knows where both Green and his arcanine are before he walks in. It is the animal that has his attention, since it is running and this alerts his hunting instincts. Armada makes no move to chase it, only observes. ]
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So when he realizes that Armada's actually in the room, he does a double take. ] Wait - [ His eyes widen, eyebrows raising, and he looks back and forth between the orange blur and the green team instructor. ] I thought you were going to --
... or not, I guess. [ He mutters to himself before whistling for Arcanine to return to him. The beast comes to a stop in front of Green, but his attention seems to be on the giant alien instead. He's curious, certainly, but not necessarily threatened; his trainer doesn't seem entirely nervous (aside from the initial sputter), so they should be fine... Right? ]
Well. Here he is. [ The teen speaks to Armada again, nodding to the canine. ] This is Arcanine.
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I am free now.
[ It is all the explanation he intends on giving. Green Oak is on the periphery of his attention, while Arcanine takes up the majority of it. It is a unique creature, not in make up, but in attitude. He finds it's tie to it's trainer curious.
Armada walks toward the pair of them. ]
Is that his name or his species?
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It's probably normal for people out in space - chances are he's the strange one here. That wouldn't surprise him very much.
Arcanine moves once Armada starts moving, approaching with cautious steps. The beast lumbers forward until he's slightly in front of Green, dark eyes focused. ]
Both. They understand when they're being called.
Some trainers give their pokemon nicknames, but that's as far as things go.
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[ Armada faces the beast for a moment, and eventually holds his hand out, palm up. He is not surprised that it might be nervous around him. He is an apex predator, and could easily kill the both of them if he wanted. Armada could not be more calm than he is presently, though, and exudes no intent outside of his curiosity. ]
He is special to you.
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But he is curious, as he has always been during his stay in the Nehada. When the hand's extended, he takes it as an invitation to step forward and sniff, curious of the scents he might pick up (despite Green's wariness about the situation, alas). ]
Well, yeah. [ Arcanine's not quite eager enough to ask for headpats from the giant, unfortunately. Sorry Armada. :( ] He's my partner. [ The reason Green's here in the first place, so to speak, let alone recruited by the CDC. ]
I've raised him myself, of course he's special.
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I have met many with pets. Your bond is unique. Is he soft?
[ Arcanine is not eager to be pet, but Armada is almost beside himself with the desire to touch him. He can smell the fur. ]
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The word "pets" has the teen frown, eyebrows furrowing. ] He's my partner, not a pet.
[ Perhaps that's why their bond is unique. ] A pet means that I'm his owner, that I'm ... in charge of him. But it's not like that.
I rely on him just as much as he relies on me. It's a mutual trust - a pokemon and his trainer won't work well if they're not united. [ It's obvious that he feels strongly about this, reaching up to give the pokemon a quick scratch.
But he's realizing that this bond is ... rarer in this place, which is why aside from the initial explanation, he decides to move on. ] Um- yeah. [ Even if it means they're talking about his pokemon's fur? What. ] D'you wanna pet him?
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If he will allow it.
[ Armada answers. ]
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[ The voice is softer by a small margin. It's nothing noticeable to the regular individual, but there's no sarcastic bite that trails his tone; only curiosity and a hint of concern at the pokemon's stance.
Arcanine pauses, brown eyes meeting green, before he slowly lumbers forward closer to Armada. He's about a foot away from the instructor before he sits in place, waiting expectantly. His tail sweeps the ground side to side. ]
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