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[rocketman]

✆ Crystal | Messenger Bird | In Person

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[rocketman]

I wonder if they ever put on plays and broadcast them into the minds of the civilians?

That's almost the same thing, isn't it?

[broceanic]

They wouldn't have Pokémon, though... so they'd be boring.

[this is literally just baseless whining. he's probably laying on the floor of his apartment, staring at the ceiling.]

Did you find somewhere to stay with Mareanie?

[rocketman]

Hm?

Yes, a couple nice fellas are letting me stay with them until I get myself sorted out.

I'm not usually there, though.

[Being "home" feels weird. Having a base of operations feels less weird but it's not a base unless Jessie and Meowth are there, too.]

[broceanic]

That's good. At least a roof would be better at covering you from that storm that happened than some tree branches, I reckon. Drier, too.

...




...You wanna go to the Gold Pan and get Ursarecked?

[rocketman]

Eheh...

Why not?

[He doesn't have much else going on.]

[broceanic]

Meet you there asap, then. They got some good tropical drinks.

[at least this time he won't be in his wetsuit... or bandana, actually. still has the cross on his face, tho.]

[rocketman]

[James will be there in his usual civilian garb but this team he at least has the presence of mind to keep Mareanie in her ball, so at least he's not poisoned.]

[broceanic]

[he slaps james's back lightly when the guy approaches.]

Yo! [he chirps. archie may or may not have pre-gamed. it's not clear.] I went here with the bouncer after some crazy fog stuff was tryin' to make everyone actually crazy. They got good drinks! Cheap, too.

[rocketman]

That fog actually happened?

[He remembers being in town for it. He'd seen the shape of his fiancée in the mists, walking towards him with a whip, a Vileplume trailing behind her. That had all been a bit much to process on top of everything else so James's body and mind both shut down for a while. He'd fainted.

By the time he woke up things were starting to clear and he'd decided to blame the whole ordeal on stress nightmares.]

I thought I hallucinated the whole thing.

[broceanic]

Ah...

[archie stops, frowning for a moment. looking concerned again.]

No, it was real. [he doesn't know about the different strokes thing, but... it was an unpleasant feeling nonetheless. he saw how bad ash was freaking out.] You didn't get hurt or anything in it, did you?

[rocketman]

Me? No. I had a panic attack and passed out in an alley somewhere. Slept right on through most of it.

[James steps into the bar, hands in his pockets. He says all of that matter-of-factly. This sort of thing happens a lot.]

That storm, now, that was something, wasn't it?

[broceanic]

Oh. Well. I guess that's something?

[...ah. yeah.]

Yeah. I don't want to talk about it.

[rocketman]

Falling feels like flying 'til you hit the ground, eh?

You do get used to it.

[James reaches out and gives Archie's shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. He won't pursue the topic if the other man doesn't want to.]

Where do you want to sit? As long as my rump can rest I don't care where I'm at...

[broceanic]

[he's continually surprised by james's empathy towards him on the matter-- especially seeing as he was apparently almost killed several times by his actions.

well, he won't question it for now. he laughs at the comment.]

Maybe a side booth? Where ain't no-one gonna bother us. [he points over to an empty one.] Close to the bar, too...

[rocketman]

[James takes a seat and draws a breath to say something about the lake when another thought chases the words from his lips.

A very important thought.]

You're paying, right?

[broceanic]

I'm going to start a tab.

[sage nod.]

Then the me in a couple weeks can worry about paying when I get Ash at my door with a baseball bat. Assuming I haven't come into enough money by that point. I'm thinking of going diving in the lake with Sharpedo, seeing as he'd be able to help me pull up anything big that's down there.





...Or I'll get a job, or something.

[rocketman]

[James moans.]

I suppose I'll start baking again.

I d-

[Wait]

Wait...

[WAIT!]

Wait, what? Ash? Here!? The Twerp!?

[It doesn't occur to him that it might be a different Ash. After all, the Twerp is always around. He tangles his fingers in his hair and makes small, whimpering noises.]

Nngh... of course.

[broceanic]

Eh?

[the reaction throws him to the point it takes a couple of moments for archie to even properly react. there's a lot to unpack there.]

Er... the bouncer? [nani] --Wait, he's from our world??

[rocketman]

What, you don't remember him? I'm sure you've met...

[James drops his forehead against the table.]

He turns up everywhere. It's not fair.

[broceanic]

I've never met anyone called Ash, other than the guy I just mentioned.

[he frowns.]

What's your Bouffalant with him?

[rocketman]

[James visibly wilts and lifts his head weakly.]

Oh, he beats me up on a near weekly basis...

[His voice drips with shame.

Beaten up routinely by a ten year old, what is his life?]

[broceanic]

[just... this look.

explain?]

[rocketman]

I come up with some kind of cunning caper and he shows up with his brat brigade to knock me into the stratosphere.

[He sneers.]

Ever belly flop into an ocean from ten thousand feet up?

It hurts.

[broceanic]

No. I thought you'd die from that?

[he's not drunk enough for this.]

Why's he get in the way so much, then?

[housewareshero]

[oh, he'll knock you into the stratosphere if you call him a twerp again, that's for sure]