Sheriff Harry S. Truman (
likewatson) wrote2013-06-17 07:01 pm
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[Guess what squishy pink thing got a hold of Harry's Gear and learned how to use her nubby arms for something other than flailing.
God help you all.
YOU HAD ONE JOB, ZACK.]
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[Guess what squishy pink thing got a hold of Harry's Gear and learned how to use her nubby arms for something other than flailing.
God help you all.
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You did.
[In a sense, and with a certain amount of explanation attached — but keeping things concise is a good way of making a point, and so she does. She also leaves a space between words here, so he can linger on the implications of that for a few moments before she clarifies.]
I didn't leave Blackthorn by choice. A few weeks ago, I ended up thrown to Pewter City—
[Absently, she touches her fingers to her eyebrow, running the pads of her gloved fingertips over the skin like she's remembering something that isn't there.]
—It's not the first time that's happened; the last time, it was Azalea Town. In any case, I was there awhile. [Pause.] But you asked me to come home.
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He nods, turns his attention to his coffee for a moment.]
Yeah, I've heard that happens. This isn't exactly home, though, is it?
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[He's right, though. This isn't home. She has a small handful of places and people she'd give that designation to, and this isn't one of them. But with Hiccup on the other side of the world and Coop even farther out of reach, Harry's not quite home but he's close enough to pass.]
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But that's a little selfish.
A slight shift in topic:] What have you been up to?
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I rented a house for a short while, back in Pewter. Spending a week cooped up inside with my entire roster loose and Zack forbidden from playing on my Gear was an...interesting experience. Hiccup's in Cinnabar; another young acquaintance of mine disappeared for home. And it was Father's Day this past Sunday, of course.
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Wait.]
Your — all your pokémon? Loose at once?
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[Can you just hear the exhaustion lurking underneath her tone.]
I pulled them out of the PC because of the way things were glitching. I didn't want to take the risk of leaving them trapped in there if something happened to disrupt that system, among everything else that was behaving strangely those days.
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[Because.
Harry's having some problems picturing this in his head.]
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[Sigh.]
Like I said; it was an interesting week.
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[And he thought the flesh-eating snowflake in the backyard was bad.
...oh, hey.]
Speaking of murderous pokemon, there are some new additions to the house. We got a pool! And... Albert keeps his giant flesh-eating snowflake in there.
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Albert has a what?!
[WHO JUST CASUALLY REMARKS, "OH, SPEAKING OF MURDEROUS POKEMON" LIKE HE'S COMMENTING ON THE WEATHER?
...and why does Albert even have a — no you know what DOES SHE EVEN WANT TO KNOW]
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[So that would be a PROBLEM.]
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[IS HE CRAZY.]
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[WHAT OTHER EXPLANATION IS THERE? He probably wants to do science to it.]