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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2014 13:47:34 GMT -5
Atticus gave The Surgeon a blank look. He was quite sure that the girl trying to murder him was not the only insane person in this group. In fact, he was quite sure he was the only sane person. Though, two, maybe three of the people here weren't really people. They were pokemon, or half pokemons. Or mutants. Though, he was a mutant too. He shook his head, and sighed, turning to the dog thing when he brought his beaverthing in by the tail. "For fucks sake." He pulled the pokeball off of his belt, and then proceeded to throw the pokeball at the beaverthing, quite a few times, before accidentally hitting the button and shooting a red beam out, dematerializing the creature.
He place the now even more severely injured pokemon on his belt, not sure if the dog wanted him to actually say. He decided that he couldn't get stuck any worse, and that telling them would probably be the best thing to do in this situation. "Atticus. Pokemon trainer, apparently, I'm apparently affiliated with terrorist organizations now, and I have no fucking clue about my favorite mammal."
He shook his head when he heard the girls response. "Wait. Are you saying your occupation is being a retard? And why the fuck are we just waiting here if she can teleport us away? That seems to be a much simpler solution than hiding in a fucking shed. Which is literally the first place anyone would look. Unless they had the same profession as Nyx."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2014 13:31:42 GMT -5
OOC: Haha I got butt rustled.
"The Surgeon. Researcher and geneticist. Pravus. One who has no time for something that isn't currently living" he replied promptly. A part of him was surprised that he even bothered. Was his inner child knocking at his door again? The same child who thought 'Kabutops' was an appropriate answer to the Jolteon's last question, as it was safe to say that Scythers and their prehistoric scythe-handed counterpart were related somehow. Then again, it would be inner child that would make such a foolish error as mistaking such a Pokemon for a mammal. He and Nyx had that error in common. Upon reflecting on this error, he wondered if he had enough imagination to answer otherwise. Maybe a Raticate. They had lived for millions of years, hadn't they? The first furry beasts, evolved by crawling on land. The Surgeon shook his head briefly, almost as if someone had hit him. Why was he entertaining these people? Why was he entertaining himself with such stupid thoughts?
He looked at the Jolteon again for a moment. What did this electric type see in him, a Scizor, or anyone else in this group? Was it just a chance meeting that made him think it would be a good idea for them to chat and become BFF's? He rifled through his pocket, trying to distract himself. His inner child liked the idea of friends. After all, he'd never had any. All these weird thoughts started flooding his head. The Surgeon had spent so much time underground researching that he'd forgot how to interact. He'd forgotten about leisure. He'd forgotten that he was still a fleshy creature, and, as such, he still craved a bit of attention.
A big sigh.
"If you would play along, I'm sure I can absolve you lot of any guilt" the Surgeon said at last, shrugging his shoulders. It was true. The authorities would likely find them in this rancid shed. Thankfully, he had government ties for questionable behaviour. It would be easy enough to say that he'd just gathered up these kids for experiments, or 'stopped' their pillaging.
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