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[rocketman]

✆ Crystal | Messenger Bird | In Person

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[rocketman]

His trick is a painful and preternaturally powerful Pikachu.

[James makes a vague gesture in the air.]

You can feel its jolts down to your tailbone!

Usually it rides on his shoulder, did you see it?

[broceanic]

Ah... electric types...

[he understands that pain.]

Catch a ground type! I recommend a Quagsire, because people think they're only water and forget about the ground typing. Those are always fun to bust out against someone with an electric type that thinks they're some kinda hot Shuppet.

[rocketman]

[This is the face of a man realizing he's never actually used a ground type against Pikachu]

[broceanic]

Rock type'd do it, too...

[rocketman]

[He considers this a moment then sighs again and traces figures along the tabletop with his fingertip, chin in hand.]

No, it's no use.

I've seen it melt ground types before...somehow.

It's even battled a Latios to a stand still before.

A Latios.

[broceanic]

[once again, he finds himself dumbfounded.]

A single Pikachu? No, that can't be right. He has to be cheating, somehow.

[it even took may everything she had with her team to calm kyogre.]

[rocketman]

I thought the same thing but I've seen it with my own peepers!

This Pikachu is just that powerful! There isn't another one in the world like it!

[He blows out a breath.]

I've only ever beaten the beastie once in a straightforward battle.

[Well, him and Jessie did, but he rolls the two of them into one person in his mind when it comes to battling.]

Could you order me a dry martini?

1/3

[broceanic]

[broceanic]

[broceanic]

I'm gettin' you three of 'em.

[HIS TEAM LEADER HEART IS BREAKING...]

[rocketman]

[James opens his mouth to gleefully accept this offer but what comes out is...]

I say, old chum, are you all right?

[broceanic]

[he shakes his head with a snort.]

I'm fine, James. I'll be back in a moment.

[and he will be-- holding the three martinis, then disappears again and comes back with a god damn stein for himself.]

[rocketman]

[He lifts a martini glass in a toasting gesture.]

Here's to...

Uh.

[Long pause.]

I've got nothing, help!

[broceanic]

To...

[it takes him a moment, too, thinking it over.]

To... not... to not... bein' on fire?

[archie shrugs helplessly, then takes a long pull of his drink.]

[rocketman]

All right, to not being on fire.

[He takes a sip of the martini and settles the glass back down.]

Where did you say you met the Twerp again?

[broceanic]

In the middle of that fog we spoke of.

[he takes another drink, shrugs.]

He's the boucer here, though I guess he's not on shift tonight.

[rocketman]

Right...

Wait...

Bouncer? Here?

[James looks around.]

Why would they let him do something like that!?

[broceanic]

[archie puts a hand flat above his head. then out to the side.]

He's massive.

[rocketman]

Massive? The Twerp!?

[James boggles.]

You and I have very different definitions of that word.

[broceanic]

I mean, he was literally taller than me.

[it makes sense, he thinks. archie didn't think of the person james described as a kid.]

My memory's not that bad.

[rocketman]

You're not very tall, buddy, but you're not that short, either.

You don-

Ah

Hm...

[James drums the tabletop and his eyes become unfocused and his brow furrows. The gears are turning...

Turning....]

[broceanic]

Hey! I'm not--

[oh, it's dawning on archie, too. he takes another long pull of his drink, more interested in getting twatted than working this stupid mystery out.]

What?

[rocketman]

[Jame takes a slow sip and says, steadily....]

...We're thinking of two different people, aren't we?

[broceanic]

[he frowns into the distance over james' shoulder, unfocused.]

Maybe so...

[rocketman]

Just so we're clear...

Yours isn't a ten year old, right?

[He takes another sip.]