Horse pokemon? [Even though she didn't want to admit it, her interest was piqued. She hadn't had much time to research the other creatures and the world, and she wasn't sure how to bring it up with her companions. It wasn't surprising that there were creatures like that, just as it was surprising that there was an electric sheep or a fire chicken.]
[Of course, her wonderment quickly gave way to masked annoyance. Relieved as she was that he wasn't getting high, it would have surprised her if he was. It was just one of a great many things she had come to expect from him.]
[Still, the discussion of his apparent garbage haunting is enough to distract her.]
Did you catch it? Or does it just like you. [She paused for a moment.] Are there really garbage pokemon?
Yeah! There's a whole classification of Pokemon that are 'mounts'. And it means exactly what you'd think, you can ride'em. I've got a goat one - she was a gift, I didn't pick her out myself. And she's not big enough to ride yet. But there's a coupla cool horse ones.
You know, I'm pretty damn good at horseback riding. Maybe that could be something we do together, some time.
[He's just putting it out there. It could be fun, he could teach her to ride. Then Jack laughs as he pops his pills, almost choking on them.]
Yeah, me, the guy who can't even stand littering, caught a garbage Pokemon. No, the damn thing's just been creeping on me since I got here. I turn around and it's just there.
[She allowed herself a laugh, more than grateful to move past Jack's "together" comment. For the time being, she had no plans of going anywhere near him, or even so much as thinking about going near him either.]
You should catch him anyways. Name him that. [She regretted the words the second she spoke them. She'd heard the sounds that one of his pokemon had made the last time they had spoke. If Jack already felt disgusted toward it, then she couldn't imagine what he would do to the creature if it couldn't escape him.]
HA! You know, that's not a bad idea, sweetheart! It already gets along with my team, since it's...always here. And it's already always here.
It, uh, it might already be mine, honestly. I dunno.
Oh, hey, I hatched a dragon last week! He's bright yellow! He's gonna grow up and be huge and black, though. But an actual dragon. Like one of the ones in those books I used to read you when you were little.
[Angel did what she could to keep a grimace from her lips. Instead, she kicked her right foot against her left calf. If she weren't on a call with her father, she might have even swore. The "bandits" were rubbing off on her, after all.]
[Her anger ebbed in the slightest as Jack moved along. His words were dangerously enticing, far too often she had caught herself daydreaming about what it would be like if things were normal. When he talked about reading stories, about what she truly believed to have been a normal childhood, it was easy to fall into that habit]
[And that habit often led her to her more dangerous fantasies: that perhaps her father could be redeemed]
What's its name? [Despite the alarm bells in her head, Angel didn't want to give up the conversation. Though she did what she could to convince herself that she simply didn't want to deal with whatever other topic Jack would switch to, she knew that that internal longing was at play.]
Dunno yet. Tossing some ideas around, but I kinda wanna wait till he's all grown up to decide. Right now he looks like a cartoon baby dinosaur. Then I gotta get myself one of those fire unicorns and I'll be all set.
To be honest, I've got a bunch I haven't picked names for yet. The only one I came up with a name for right off the bat's Doom Bo...Bob.
[When he named Doom Boner, he never imagined introducing him to his daughter.]
That dumb fat puppy's really grown on me. Spoiled little lard bucket even gets to sleep on the bed.
So... you enjoy fire pokemon then? [All things considered, she would have pinned him as a poison user, perhaps even psychic. Either of those would be more befitting of his personality than his current choices. She wasn't going to say anything, even if her smirk was direct giveaway of her thoughts.]
I like fairy types myself. Very pretty. And elegant!
[Angel glanced at her mareep, smiling to herself. Fairy might have been nice, but nothing would replace Mari. As if reading her thoughts, Mari gave a pleased sort of bleat.]
I named my first pokemon Mari. It... wasn't very creative but... I still like it.
[ The way Jack described his pokemon almost made her want to meet it. The fact that Jack would be there to witness quickly turned her off of the thought.]
It's just kinda worked out that I've got a bunch of fire ones, actually. I don't want the horse 'cause it's a fire type, though, I want it 'cause it's a horse. I miss having a horse. And it's not just any kinda horse, it's a unicorn. You know me and unicorns!
I've actually got a full Pokemon team. I got a tentacool, a skorpi...something, a psychic cat, a badass hawk... those are my battling Pokemon. Then the money cats and D.B. are more like...you know. Pets. I don't keep'em in their balls, they just live at the house. Makes it feel less empty. Not that a handful of pets can replicate the homey, full-of-people feel of a busy space station, but...eh.
[When Angel mentions her preference for fairy types, Jack grins.]
I am not surprised, sweetheart. One of the first days I'm here, I see this...cat, I guess. But it was this real pretty light pink and looked like a magic fairy tale cat, and I thought 'I bet that's the kinda Pokemon Angel'd like'. It was a fairy type.
[And look at that, he gets to tell her about it after all.]
Mari's a cute name. Works for a sheep. Mari was a little lamb!
Heh, he is. Never really thought of myself as much of a puppy person, but...I dunno. I got him 'cause I thought he'd be big and badass, but that was a gross miscalculation on my part. He's big, but he sure isn't anywhere near badass. That's okay, though, I like having'im around.
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[Of course, her wonderment quickly gave way to masked annoyance. Relieved as she was that he wasn't getting high, it would have surprised her if he was. It was just one of a great many things she had come to expect from him.]
[Still, the discussion of his apparent garbage haunting is enough to distract her.]
Did you catch it? Or does it just like you. [She paused for a moment.] Are there really garbage pokemon?
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You know, I'm pretty damn good at horseback riding. Maybe that could be something we do together, some time.
[He's just putting it out there. It could be fun, he could teach her to ride. Then Jack laughs as he pops his pills, almost choking on them.]
Yeah, me, the guy who can't even stand littering, caught a garbage Pokemon. No, the damn thing's just been creeping on me since I got here. I turn around and it's just there.
It's worse than Nakayama.
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You should catch him anyways. Name him that. [She regretted the words the second she spoke them. She'd heard the sounds that one of his pokemon had made the last time they had spoke. If Jack already felt disgusted toward it, then she couldn't imagine what he would do to the creature if it couldn't escape him.]
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It, uh, it might already be mine, honestly. I dunno.
Oh, hey, I hatched a dragon last week! He's bright yellow! He's gonna grow up and be huge and black, though. But an actual dragon. Like one of the ones in those books I used to read you when you were little.
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[Her anger ebbed in the slightest as Jack moved along. His words were dangerously enticing, far too often she had caught herself daydreaming about what it would be like if things were normal. When he talked about reading stories, about what she truly believed to have been a normal childhood, it was easy to fall into that habit]
[And that habit often led her to her more dangerous fantasies: that perhaps her father could be redeemed]
What's its name? [Despite the alarm bells in her head, Angel didn't want to give up the conversation. Though she did what she could to convince herself that she simply didn't want to deal with whatever other topic Jack would switch to, she knew that that internal longing was at play.]
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To be honest, I've got a bunch I haven't picked names for yet. The only one I came up with a name for right off the bat's Doom Bo...Bob.
[When he named Doom Boner, he never imagined introducing him to his daughter.]
That dumb fat puppy's really grown on me. Spoiled little lard bucket even gets to sleep on the bed.
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I like fairy types myself. Very pretty. And elegant!
[Angel glanced at her mareep, smiling to herself. Fairy might have been nice, but nothing would replace Mari. As if reading her thoughts, Mari gave a pleased sort of bleat.]
I named my first pokemon Mari. It... wasn't very creative but... I still like it.
[ The way Jack described his pokemon almost made her want to meet it. The fact that Jack would be there to witness quickly turned her off of the thought.]
He... sounds nice.
[Even if Doom Bob was a horrible name.]
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I've actually got a full Pokemon team. I got a tentacool, a skorpi...something, a psychic cat, a badass hawk... those are my battling Pokemon. Then the money cats and D.B. are more like...you know. Pets. I don't keep'em in their balls, they just live at the house. Makes it feel less empty. Not that a handful of pets can replicate the homey, full-of-people feel of a busy space station, but...eh.
[When Angel mentions her preference for fairy types, Jack grins.]
I am not surprised, sweetheart. One of the first days I'm here, I see this...cat, I guess. But it was this real pretty light pink and looked like a magic fairy tale cat, and I thought 'I bet that's the kinda Pokemon Angel'd like'. It was a fairy type.
[And look at that, he gets to tell her about it after all.]
Mari's a cute name. Works for a sheep. Mari was a little lamb!
Heh, he is. Never really thought of myself as much of a puppy person, but...I dunno. I got him 'cause I thought he'd be big and badass, but that was a gross miscalculation on my part. He's big, but he sure isn't anywhere near badass. That's okay, though, I like having'im around.