Jean Descole (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scientificflair) wrote2012-04-27 02:09 am
scientificflair) wrote2012-04-27 02:09 am
004. Action for northern Route 34/also one other thing
[PRIVATE TEXT TO EMMY ALTAVA]
We need to talk. Now.
[ACTION]
[Well, some of you may remember that...weirdly terse post from Descole that went out about a month ago, asking exactly how one would know if their Pokémon that requires happiness to evolve is anywhere near pleased with you. You'll be pleased to know that it's -
...seriously not anything he'll have to worry about anytime soon. No. Really. It's not.
It's not exactly something he's keeping to himself, either. Oh, no. It's incredibly evident in several ways, the primary one being the fact that he's currently skulking around on Route 34, just outside of Goldenrod City, and that Togepi he's been training is currently wailing up a storm.
Descole doesn't seem to know what he's supposed to do with the fact that the damn thing simply will not stop crying; to his credit, he isn't just up and ditching the thing, though from the look of it he's clearly considering - once in a while he'll get fed up and stomp off a few feet, only for the wailing to intensify the further he gets. The result is this...bizarre storming back-and-forth routine, simply because Descole is the paragon of grace and charm and he cannot figure out how to make the damn thing shut up.
Yes, he has tried everything from leaving it alone to being in its presence to...yelling at it to shut up. No, he has not worked out the incredibly obvious solution of "pick the little crying eggthing up."
-50 PICARATS FOR YOU, DESCOLE.]
We need to talk. Now.
[ACTION]
[Well, some of you may remember that...weirdly terse post from Descole that went out about a month ago, asking exactly how one would know if their Pokémon that requires happiness to evolve is anywhere near pleased with you. You'll be pleased to know that it's -
...seriously not anything he'll have to worry about anytime soon. No. Really. It's not.
It's not exactly something he's keeping to himself, either. Oh, no. It's incredibly evident in several ways, the primary one being the fact that he's currently skulking around on Route 34, just outside of Goldenrod City, and that Togepi he's been training is currently wailing up a storm.
Descole doesn't seem to know what he's supposed to do with the fact that the damn thing simply will not stop crying; to his credit, he isn't just up and ditching the thing, though from the look of it he's clearly considering - once in a while he'll get fed up and stomp off a few feet, only for the wailing to intensify the further he gets. The result is this...bizarre storming back-and-forth routine, simply because Descole is the paragon of grace and charm and he cannot figure out how to make the damn thing shut up.
Yes, he has tried everything from leaving it alone to being in its presence to...yelling at it to shut up. No, he has not worked out the incredibly obvious solution of "pick the little crying eggthing up."
-50 PICARATS FOR YOU, DESCOLE.]
[ACTION]
[That isn't going to happen today, is it?]
Well, what have we here?
[The question is loud enough to grab Descole's attention, he's sure (though humans and their hearing ranges are still something Wheatley's figuring out) - he approaches the Togepi instead though, tipping his head slightly in thought. He makes no move to touch it, but he's obviously very interested.]
I'm fairly sure that's not how you handle a Pokémon. I mean, I could be mistaken, but this really doesn't seem like the best way to go about it. Leaving it here, I mean. You could just pick it up and carry it with you. It might stop crying if you try that!
[Not that he'd know. He actually takes pretty good care of his Pokémon and hasn't made either of them cry. The Woobat in his arms chirps frantically - she's not pleased by the poor thing's sobs and finally wrenches her way free from Wheatley's death-grip. She floats around the Togepi and keeps squeaking in panic. Wheatley doesn't seem overly worried.]
[ACTION]
[He's. More than a little agitated, Wheatley, how's it going. Nice to meet you, by the way.
That said, that poor damn Togepi actually startles into silence at the Woobat from right the hell out of nowhere, though it looks on the verge of starting up aga- ...oh, never mind, there it goes with the wails. Somehow, the flying panicked bat isn't exactly a calming presence.
...this is a facepalm and a half already.]
And who might you be, exactly?
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[Descole's question earns a smile and Wheatley presses a hand to his chest. His movements are a bit over-exaggerated and he just can't seem to keep still.]
My name is Wheatley! Pleased to meet you! I'm assuming you're here to take on the Gym Leader? Hopefully not with this one - no offense or anything, but it really doesn't seem capable of taking down much of anything at this point, much less those horrible rats running around-- and if you can't defeat those, then you certainly won't be able to defeat whatever's awaiting you in the Gym!
[He cuts himself off there, though, rocking back on his heels. Wheatley's not stupid - he's purchased civilian clothes to wear under the lab coat. Of course he still has that on. He rather likes it!]
And you are...?
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However, he's content to ignore the shrieking eggthing over there for the time being in favor of focusing on whatever speech this individual is giving him; it's incredibly rambling and tangential, but he's able to follow it well enough.]
Jean Descole, my good man; it's a pleasure. And your assessment isn't quite correct - I suppose you could say that I've taken up residence here, in a manner of speaking. Either way, I've been in Johto for a while now; if I were going to take on the Gym here, then it certainly wouldn't be with this one.
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[SIR, YOU ARE HIS FAVORITE PERSON HERE. NO LIE.]
But of course not! This one isn't the one you started with then, is it? I'd imagine not, especially if you've been here awhile! I'm interested in seeing what else you have, but that's not really important right now. Obviously the first order of business is to find a way to silence this one!
[Wheatley looks at it for a moment, tapping a finger to his chin thoughtfully. Well, the obvious solution would be to return it to the Pokéball, but... Obviously there's some reason why Descole isn't doing that. So! You totally don't mind if he waltzes over and scoops your Togepi up without even asking, right?]
Is it even fully hatched from the egg yet? I've heard they all come from eggs and all, but I haven't actually seen that for myself just yet - oh, you don't mind, right?
[...The fact that he's now cuddling your eggthing, that is.]
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And really, if that thing is quiet, then no, Descole definitely does not mind.]
Oh, it's definitely not the one I started with. It is fully hatched, however, strangely enough - there was a secondary shell underneath the one it hatched out of. It's just a characteristic of the species, really, if a bit of an odd one.
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Really? Fascinating! What is it called? What does it evolve into? It does evolve, right? That would be pretty pathetic if it didn't evolve. Unless it's actually capable of taking care of itself, but it really doesn't seem like the sort to be able to handle battling... I don't see why a Pokémon wouldn't be able to battle - what with survival of the fittest and all that - but...
[He trails off with a shrug. The Woobat seems to have calmed down and is now humming softly near the Togepi. It might be that tune the Companion Cubes sing when they're picked up. Not like he taught the bat on purpose or anything!]
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As for the rest, however...what is even going on here. Descole can't say he's too sure what Wheatley's talking about as that was a lot of tangents to follow at once, but he actually doesn't seem too annoyed. The sudden absence of screaming and the singing bat might have something to do with that, um.]
Ah, relax - relax, my friend. I'm not going anywhere; you don't have to ask me everything at once. Although I suppose I can understand your curiosity...a scientist, are you? Or is that coat just for show?
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[...Hopefully that's not an obvious tie to Team Rocket. As far as Wheatley knows, the majority of the people only know Team Rocket to steal things and wreck shit. They don't know Team Rocket has a science division, right?]
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Is there a particular laboratory you've claimed for yourself, or are you working under someone else?
[Granted, he doesn't recall seeing you around the Team Rocket labs, but it's entirely possible you're new, or do a lot of field work; if you are employed privately as opposed to working for a criminal organization, however, Descole will want to follow up on that - legitimate business ties are always a good thing to have, and he may be able to bring back data to Team Rocket later for some...personal research.]
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No, I haven't really claimed one for myself. It would be much easier if She wasn't in the labs! But She kicks me out whenever I head down there, so I've been doing a lot of field research. It's just as important, after all! Someone has to figure out just what can be done with these Pokémon, after all! It's quite vital. No one else in the labs is doing it, so of course I have to!
[...HE'S IMPORTANT, OKAY.]
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"She"...? Surely you aren't referring to that horrid white-haired woman - incredibly tall, hair down to about her waist or so, constantly sarcastic?
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[That means you are a Rocket! Excellent! Wheatley bounces a bit, clearly eager to bad-talk GLaDOS. Someone who finally understands!]
She showed up here around the same time I did but she took over the labs immediately! Won't let me down there for very long at all and she's always complaining about how I have horrible ideas and how everything I touch is ruined. She's a menace, that one.
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[...England, wasn't it? I mean, you're totally British.]
You poor man. Really. You poor man.
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...surely you don't mean literally.
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[Have a slight shrug, Descole!]
I mean, I wasn't the only one attached to her, of course, but none of the others are here. So it's just me and Her. And believe me, it's horrible.
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Dare I ask how any of that is possible?
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[Wheatley shakes his head; he never particularly cared too much about the scientists, but still. They should have seen that coming.]
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[...wait, wait
he thinks he may have found what page you're on
it took a lot of searching but he thinks he's in the right library now at least]
What, as in artificial intelligence? Is that what the both of you are?