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Post by birdy51 on Nov 26, 2016 16:35:37 GMT
"The Reichenbach experiments, I know them well." Hugh muses. "We do not talk about them often within our security circle. It is hard to think of those poor women."
He paused to take his seat as the convoy rumbled on. It was indeed a sad, sad thing. There were on occasion, women who tried to join the Security forces. Indeed, some do, taking auxiliary positions as secretaries and crisis negotiators. Rarely, one will be admitted into the marksman program and do well enough to succeed, and one will find her way onto the ground floor of the Residential sectors as a guard. But as a lay security guard for all other positions, they could never succeed.
He shakes his head softly. Bah! Hugh despised being tired. It would always give way to such useless reverie. His eyes tilted up toward the professor, and just beyond the reflective rim of his sunglasses, they held a tiny speck of playfulness. "I aim to please, professor. I imagine that Jacob will be just fine. I cannot imagine that he would do something that might compromise this... Fine occasion."
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Post by Mineral on Nov 26, 2016 17:08:56 GMT
Jacob didn't hesitate, he store straight into Vorp's eyes. No submission, no domination. Surely it was confusing for someone that lived in a world where there was the only poles of thinking. But it paid off in the end, he felt the serration tearing at his flesh as it pulled out, the leather in his shoes straining as his toes curled. It was gradual, but he pulled his hand out of Vorp's mouth when he allowed it and seethed for a moment, before watching Vorp return back to his perch. Jacob wouldn't fail Vorp, he couldn't, he'd explained that to his partner already. But for now he started to carefully pull off his suit jacket and dress shirt. He wore a sleeveless undershirt, and he took that off too, ripping it up and soaking it in the water before bandaging his hand. But he didn't miss a beat, expertly redressing without the undershirt without a speck of blood visible.
Though, admittedly, he wasn't in good shape. He'd lost a fair bit of blood, having to take deep breaths to increase the oxygenation of his red blood cells as he inspected his face in the water, drinking some with his free hand, before slumping down on his back, laying in the grass dealing with the pain. Pulling out his gloves and using his teeth to get one on his good hand, he decided to wait for the other until they arrived. It'd be a good cover during the presentation, however. Then he could get medical attention. Vorp was gentle with him. At least he didn't have to worry about any of the others. The only pokemon he didn't want to be alone with was being piloted. The others, he knew wouldn't hurt him. He might have poked them a few times, but he was also the one that gave them treats and made them feel better when they were sick.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Nov 26, 2016 19:54:57 GMT
More than a little surprised that the Machoke had singled him out to talk, Ulrich had to think for a moment about how to respond. Fortunately, that gave him ample time to filter out a sarcastic remark that would be better aimed at Hugh. Rising as he spoke, Ulrich finally responded, "Not nervous, far from it. I have complete trust in my co-... Our humans to impress us all to the masses."
After another pause, he added, quietly, "...I was, however, waiting to see the results of that. Although it is annoying that it was Jacob, subject to such treatment, and today no less..."
Back at a regular volume, Ulrich then asks, "And you, Gunshow? Are you nervous about a situation where such formidable strength is as likely to amaze as it is to terrify your small-minded audience?"
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Post by DataNinja on Nov 27, 2016 5:25:20 GMT
"It would be a fair bit easier if they could understand us, I suppose," Evan replies. "But, as you say, what is, is." He lowers his voice. "And at least there's only one thing that might want to kill me, here. But, I'd still rather avoid tempting that fate..." His first instinct was to brush the other away, upon the nudging... but he forgets that he has no arms, and instead ineffectually flaps the stupid useless wings. Not particularly helpful, but habits are hard to break...
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Post by Robot on Dec 1, 2016 19:32:00 GMT
Delilah thumbed at the hem of her business skirt, visibly pale at the mention of an old colleague's work. "I was actually on the fairly short list to undergo the procedure, but ended up having to back out with the problems coming forward with the Version One engine. It was a PR nightmare, but preserved me in a way I can only be too thankful for. There was a rumor around that time that it actually -was- successful with several subjects, but if there is any truth to it, the rest was hushed up and quick. The experiment was discontinued, and it's lead researcher hasn't been part of the community since."
The shuttle finally squealed to a halt, the speaker crackling overhead. "Alright we're shifting the convoy into it's parade conversion now. We've reached the grounds, hope you've got your speeches ready ladies and gentlemen cause it'll be time for those soon enough."
"Oh lord." Bill groaned and worked his fingers into his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I hate crowds."
"Just try not to look too upset... nothing wrong with an air of stoicism, especially if you stand beside Hugh." Rosewood nodded to the larger man as she got to her feet, brushing a bit of lint from her coat. "I am certain you are right, Mister Beef, Jacob would never damper today intentionally."
With a hiss, and the whir of hydraulics, a set of clamps released along the top of the cab. The segmented walls began to come down and away, folding to either side of the vehicle and then sliding underneath. It was a slow process, truly appropriate for a big reveal. Delilah handed out a small blue tooth earpiece to both men in the shuttle and gave brief instructions on how to toggle the microphone.
Vorp, having taken his price, seemed content to brood in silence on his rock. Though his occasional backwards glance towards Jacob was baleful as it had ever been, it was frequent enough to lend credence to the fact that their exchange had moved him to a place where he was more likely to consider the gravity of Jacob's words. If the human had screamed, or cried, or begged... well, the dragon might've had to fight his way through Gunshow, but he'd have been fed. That wasn't the case today.
"All is well that ends well." Gunshow commented on the former spectacle with some appreciation, watching Jacob dress his wounds with a great deal of interest. The fighting type's muscular fingers tried to mimic the delicate motions Jacob executed with what articulation he had left in his wounded hand. Pulled back into the conversation by Ulrich's question, he laughed. "No, no. Force of presence and presence of forth, I have both. They can run if they'd like, but to be as I am is to fight! It is what my people live and breathe for! We relish the challenge to attain new mastery!"
"Everything will work out as long as we stick together, besides I don't think anyone actually has it out for you." Rosebud replied to Evan soothingly. With a low hiss, and a whir of hydraulics, the top of the box truck began separating, alerting the occupants to the fact that the vehicle had stopped. It was time soon. Vorp sat up on his perch and watched the opening expectantly.
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Post by DataNinja on Dec 1, 2016 20:42:38 GMT
"Oh, I'm sure if you think that, you aren't looking hard enough," Evan mutters. "But... probably best to not dwell on that now. It seems that we're about to have company."
He glances over everyone as the truck starts to open, and starts running through his head everything that could go wrong. There was a rather long list. A lot of it associated with Vorp and/or Gunshow. He'd much rather be off skulking in a corner right now, away from the possible fallout zone... but that's why he was piloting. So Three didn't run off. Instead he just sits there, and waits to face the crowds. Yay.
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Post by Mineral on Dec 2, 2016 0:07:19 GMT
Jacob noticed Gunshow's interest. They both had hangs like this, but no pokemon outside of the psychic types could manipulate things with the same finesse of a human. Even though however, psychic types didn't have the intellect and the unity to boom as humanity did. But still, he let Gunshow watch and learn something if he wanted too, though he didn't think the big guy could do it on anyone but himself. He was so fucking strong, he might accidentally break what he was trying to fix. But then things started to go off. They were going. Jacob used his clean free hand and splashed his injured hand with water a few times before quickly adjusting the bandages and pulling on the glove. There was a loud hiss of pain from him as it slid on and was adjusted until it sat perfectly on his injury, hiding it.
Slowly, he stumbled back up onto his feet, soaking the remaining bit of his undershirt in the water and making his rounds. He started with Rosebud, gently dabbing a bit of dirt on his bulb and forehead. "Soon" he muttered to the plant pokemon, before turning to Three and doing the same "Hold still" he whispered, cleaning Evan up just a little before he rinsed and went to Gunshow. Looking him over, he gave an approving nod after wiping a little dirt off his bicep. Finally he turned to Vorp up on high. "Can I clean you up before I go?" he called up, both hands gloves in hard synthetic leather now. Even if it hurt like fucking hell.
But he looked good. Damn good. Like always.
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Post by birdy51 on Dec 2, 2016 16:37:11 GMT
"Hah! Calm down little Bill!" Hugh cried, with an all too jovial pat to the back of the engineer. "You'll be fine. The crowd cannot hurt you. I will be beside you to catch their adoring eyes. So don't worry."
Then, the wall of Beef grinned quietly and placed the tiny bud into his ear. He wasn't certain whether he would need it, but the gesture was kind anyways. It was time. Time to face the crowds! To see the people! To face their destiny! As the doors slid open, Hugh walked out with an all too cheery grin as he walked straight and tall down the way.
No! He could not look cheery! His lips collapsed one another like vice clamps. No one wanted to see cheery Hugh. The goliath of man had managed to make several children cry by smiling during his graduation ceremony, and if he started waving his arms around and looking casual it would give every wrong impression that he was somehow a loose man. No! He was Hugh. Man of the mountain! Man of iron! His long measured strides reach him to the end of the platform where he stood proudly with arms folded casually and coolly. There was no fear. No joy.
Only Hugh.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Dec 2, 2016 19:39:47 GMT
Ulrich wasn't particularly interested in their enclosure opening up, although he did spare a thought wondering if he, or more importantly Vorp or Gunshow, would be able to break through once it was fully opened. But they probably wouldn't try, they weren't unintelligent. In fact, while Gunshow in particular wasn't what he would call 'smart', he possessed a surprising passion for learning. More so than the people they would all be displayed to at any rate, and they made as good a litmus as any.
Jacob had once again proven he could more than handle himself when it came to his subject, and so Ulrich only payed enough attention to know his fellow Researcher was alright; it wouldn't do for the first thing those people saw to be an unconscious human trapped with them. Not that human limits were his area of expertise... as far as he could tell, Jacob was as fine as ever?
Speaking of being fine! He couldn't help but feel a not-so-small degree of satisfaction at watching the Doctor groom their Dunsparce. It stood to reason that he was ignored on account of already being in his most presentable state... as a most picturesque Yamask. At any rate, with the human soon to depart, their cage soon to open, and their team soon to present, he found himself in a mounting state of excitement, as he waited for their show to begin. He even forgot to return to the nook he was hiding in earlier.
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Post by Robot on Dec 5, 2016 18:30:21 GMT
Vorp gave Jacob a defiant glance over his shoulder and rumbled a little in response. "At your own risk." There was no movement to accommodate the human's request, and the dragon turned it's baleful attention to the man as the platform finished unfolding into it's grand display. The shuttle had completed it's transition first, to allow the speakers a few moments to engage the crowd before the slow reveal was complete.
Bill responded to Hugh with a non-committal noise as the shuttle unfurled into a flat platform with a camera dangling from a short crane mounted on the drivers cab. The seats folded in on themselves and slipped away beneath the varnished faux wood flooring that had made up the bottom of the shuttle. Professor Rosewood positioned herself in such a way that her back was to the drivers cab, and was able to see the trailing vehicle. Smiling and waving for the crowd, there were a few uncertain cheers and the rolling of murmured conversation like distant thunder. The mics came on.
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Post by DataNinja on Dec 5, 2016 20:38:41 GMT
When Jacob moved over to clean him up, Evan's first (and second, and third, and probably more) instinct was to squirm away and hide somewhere. Not all of that was instincts from the Dunsparce vessel. But, he reluctantly allowed the scientist to clean him up before the doors fully opened. Mainly because he's keeping one eye on Vorp, and the other on the opening doors. Not that he could probably do too much - besides hide - if the lizard decided to rampage.
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Post by Mineral on Dec 5, 2016 22:38:36 GMT
Jacob moved to at least try and get up to Vorp, but the moment he went to try and grab the rock to pull himself up it was a lightning bolt of extreme pain. He shook his hand out and stayed down where he was. At least Vorp wasn't covered in blood, he was quick to bite down on the hand. At least he wasn't covered where Jacob could see. But they were dangerously close to being seen, tossing the shirt off to the side and patting himself off, pressing the earpiece in and making sure it was. When the crowd could see him, he was the first to speak.
Jacob was waving his good hand, his bad one slipped into his pocket.
"Hello, Gol! And welcome to the future! My Name is Professor Jacob Marco King, talking to you from inside the Pokemon Habitat! What feels like Eons ago, an exploratory vessel landed on The Ark. Its crew did not return. This day has long been coming, but here I stand! These incredible specimen of Pokemon are once again our partners. Let me introduce them!"
With a flourish, he waves the camera in a bit closer, his grand hand motions directing it to peek where his hands went. So everyone could see.
"Pet-able in the extreme we have Rosebud, The calm and adorable Seed Pokemon, Partner or our beloved research head Professor Rosewood! Quite the shy one we have Three, The quick and skittish land Snake pokemon, Partner to our brave volunteer Evan Lysos! I know you'll like this one; Gunshow! The magnificent Superpower pokemon! Partner to one of our later speakers, Hugh Beef! If you can see him; Ulrich the second, the mysterious Spirit Pokemon, Partner to our senior researcher Ulrich Gerhard!" There was a pause, as he motioned the camera up on high.
"And last, but certainly not least, our dragon. My hard won partner. The Apex Predator Cave Pokemon with a roar that shakes mountains, Vorp!"
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Post by birdy51 on Dec 5, 2016 22:54:06 GMT
Hugh fights the urge to smile at the crowd menacingly as such a large man as him was want to do. His teeth were far too manly for that. Such small people are frightened by such pounding incisors and jaws of death and doom.
But it was no good. His mouth peaks slightly in the corner, betraying his outward calm and collectedness. Damn! His muscles were failing him! His lips quivered as he attempted to kill the tiny grin before it blossomed into something worse. He takes his manly fist upon his manly maw and wipes it away. The mouth muscles dare not to rebel again. They know better than to acquire the wrath of Hugh.
And lo, behind his sunglass shining form, he looked down upon the crowd with interest. Old habits kicked in, and he found himself scanning for potential threats amongst the crowd. Not everyone on Gol believed in the glorious captain like he did. Not everyone wanted things to go well, and happiness for all. If someone were to... Threaten the peace of this event, the one known as Hugh would be more than happy to crush that man into infirmity. Yes. He would grind his bones into paste with a manly punch. Manly, manly, manly. Muscles rippling. Strike. Strike. Strike. Keep hitting until they don't dare get up again.
Hugh smiled.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Dec 5, 2016 23:14:20 GMT
At least for their introductions, Ulrich wanted to make sure he was visible to the masses. There would be no sense of mystery if they hadn't any idea what his vessel even was! So, in the interest of living up to their Spokesperson's description, Ulrich drifted over closer to the similarly small specimens, and made sure he would be clearly visible, once they were finally revealed.
Perhaps there would be some fun to be had, beguiling any onlookers (or cohorts...) after that, but a proper introduction took priority.
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Post by Robot on Dec 7, 2016 14:33:43 GMT
The hearts of the people took in Jacob's words, but the presentation of the humans mattered little in this moment, all eyes were drawn to the Pokemon. The first presentation of a living, breathing creature only spoken of in education regimens regarding ancient history. It might've spared Hugh the odd nervous grimace, but attentions were prone to wander, even in this monumental moment. Those people would be the ones to watch.
As he was introduced, Rosebud sprouted a vine and waved at the crowd with it, giving a cheerful 'Hello Friends!' in his native tongue. Moving to the edge of the grassy section of the enclosure, as he still didn't trust the metal area beyond that had moved before, the Bulbasaur sat on his haunches and listened to the murmur of speech rolling through the crowd, the odd applause, and smiled for the smaller humans that seemed delighted and entranced with his appearance. There seemed to be a lot of joy at their appearance, being patient had been important and yielded results!
Gunshow planted his fists on his hips and expertly tensed his powerfully corded muscles, lending still more definition and power to his already imposing physique. A smile curled a the edges of the Machoke's mouth, he could see larger individuals in the crowd that stood out to him well. They were sizing him up just as he did them. They were not a threat to his greatness, Gunshow's power transcended his physiology! It was the power of Fighting Spirit and the winning mindset! With Hugh at his side, there was nothing he would not conquer. The Superpower Pokemon wondered where the large man was, he never balked before. Strange he'd be out of sight when this tiny Jacob was here.
Vorp gave an earsplitting screech to punctuate Jacob's statement, rising to his full height with a flap of his arms to maintain balance. The sound carried, and the humans at the fore of the crowd backed into their fellows and looked up fearfully at the creature they had been wary of since it's appearance. Jacob, having been exposed to the dragon as long as he had, could see the smug satisfaction in the slant of the creature's eyes, and it's posturing. Despite the display, Vorp had gotten his desired results, and again settled on his perch, shifting his facing slowly towards the human.
Rosewood began to speak from the front car as Jacob finished, not wanting too long a pause lest the crowd get antsy. She was not as well versed in interpersonal communication as her younger colleague, but knew the value of momentum. "I am Professor Rosewood, the head researcher of our science team for Project Carnate! We have worked diligently for several years now, in order to return to the wide world of Pokemon that sits below Gol! Pokemon are incredible creatures, capable of amazing feats, something our forebears perhaps took for granted." A small breath so that she might continue.
"It is my hope that we can again call a living world home with the help of our new friends, to form the sort of bonds that we have only heard of in stories. It is a long journey, and there is much about Pokemon that we still do not know. The men and women that stand alongside this project will become the first true 'Pokemon Professors' of Ark! Please give us your support, as we make our final presentation to the council!"
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Post by DataNinja on Dec 7, 2016 23:17:04 GMT
Evan internally rolls his eyes at Jacobs speech. Scientists, he thinks, Always making ornate spiels out of what could be said simply. I'm certain that seeing Pokémon is spectacle enough.
Much as he'd rather not be here, he decides to move forwards (wings still unhelpful), despite the brighter light, away from Vorp and Jacob. At least the crowd is filled with good people, rather than his... colleagues... that are only interested in their project. Their reactions would be refreshi- His thoughts are interrupted by Vorp's screeching. He flinches, once again cursing his relative lack of a neck. When a few moments go by without any pain, though, he relaxes. Slightly.
It isn't long, though, before he's back to being exasperated, though, as Rosewood begins her speech. Ugh, I hate ceremony. At least like this I can fidget, and don't need to pretend to listen.
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Post by birdy51 on Dec 8, 2016 2:32:35 GMT
"Yes." Hugh interjects, needlessly pressing his ear buds with equally unnecessary force. Somewhere in a far booth, a sound engineer begins to curse, fiddling with the controls to turn it back on. He hits the correct sequence of buttons to turn Hugh's mic back on just as he reaches the front of the makeshift stage and sighs. Good work sound engineer. Good work. Hugh begins to speak, heedless of this poor man's plight.
"My good, citizens of Gol. We are at the dawn of a new era." Hugh rumbles, holding his hands out wide with promise as his deep, comforting bass voice rocked across the crowd. "Once, we were travelers amongst the stars. Now, we stand upon the precipice of a world unknown. Fantastic. Dangerous. Challenging!"
A rolling chuckle burst forth from his meaty maw that shook his body like Santa Klauss. He stared down and looked at the crowd in the eyes seeing wonder and fear. He would comfort them. He would help them understand.
"You will note with pride; what great advancements we have already made with the resources from Gol. Once upon a time, we did not have such fancy things as 'berry bread' or Pokémon. We lived alone without such things. But just imagine what we could do with them." Hugh spurted out, lips tilting into a domineering smile. "There is such, great potential down upon that planet. An adventure! A challenge! Something that breaks out this damnable monotony of day to day life! Here is the chance to prove ourselves, to let our instincts long dormant be free, and to propel ourselves into a brand NEW AGE!"
Hugh paused, before forcing his earbud even further into his ear in a blatant attempt to kill it. The small thing groaned quietly. It was still alive, but the tiny earbud had little will to be so.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Dec 8, 2016 5:10:18 GMT
Ulrich listened along to his colleague's speeches with satisfaction. Some parts may have been raw and unpolished, but, well... that was part and parcel for their raw, unpolished bearer. He wondered briefly if the materialistic and idealistic appeal wrapped in an abrasive, forceful package might actually resonate with the crowd. Only for a moment, though, he didn't want to catch himself thinking 'on their level'. Or even about their level, if he could help it.
Still lacking any further performance cues from the speakers, Ulrich drifted down to rest beside Rosebud, and, facing the crowd with all the expressiveness of a Yamask, asked the adjacent Pokemon, "You seem pleased... Is it all the attention, or do you actually trust them to help us return, home, Rosebud?" He opted not to wave to the people assembled before them yet.
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Post by Mineral on Dec 11, 2016 4:05:45 GMT
Jacob smiled, seeing Hugh put in a lot more work into his speech than everyone thought he might. But there was still one person missing, someone he knew might not want to say more than a few words to the crowd. Though first, Hugh had forgotten someone.
"Hugh Beef everyone, volunteer for the program, and part of our esteemed security team. There is one person that I would like to give a special mention to, a member of our team who has gone above and beyond, and who represents something important. Bill Lawton, our maintenance and tech service wizard. We grand stand here, but it's people like Bill, and people like you, that will bring us into that new age!".
Waiting to see if Bill would do any more than just wave, Jacob waited patiently for him to be done whatever words he may have prepared. But there was something else he had to say as well, picking back up the mic after Bill's turn to say his closing words.
"When I was young, I lost my mother in a lab accident. I was 7 years old. But her death taught me something important. How important hope is. This, my friends, is my hope. Our hope. I am going to record our adventures, to replace the stories we as children read about The Ark and it's hostility. I will rewrite fear into hope, to share with you all. So no child needs to be scared of someone he can trust. A Pokemon he can trust.".
Jacob turned to Vorp up on his perch, facing him very pointedly with a smile on his face. He couldn't say anymore, he was starting to shiver a bit, in quite a bit of pain still.
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Post by Robot on Dec 15, 2016 22:23:45 GMT
There was mixed applause at Hugh's rugged, powerful words. The individuals they were meant to reach the most didn't clap, nor shift their stances where they stood at either side of the parade route. The Gene Soldiers hedged out the common man, and their ears clearly flexed towards their fellow! It was all to obvious in the slight turning of heads, but eyes ever vigilant scanned the crowd yet, and there was no further indication or acknowledgement of his grand words! Such was the way of his caste.
A number of individuals in the crowd attempted to mimic Three's facial expression. Nearby, a little girl fluttered her hands against her sides while squinting and flicking her tongue out. There was a certain sting of indignation that Evan couldn't quite place as his own, he didn't look like that! Even if the wings were stupid and useless they were still majestic and a part of him! He was only squinting because it was so bright out!
Rosebud didn't pull his eyes away from the swarm of humans. Flock? Gang? There was probably a better word for it, he'd figure it out later. There were never gatherings of this magnitude back home. "I have to be optimistic, whether I really trust that they'll do as they say or not. The alternative is too painful to accept." Rosebud's sharp eyes turned to Jacob as he began speaking again. "His injury wasn't well treated... I should help." Without explanation, the Bulbasaur began a slow approach towards Jacob's feet.
Bill cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, producing a small stack of index cards from one of the pockets of his tweed jacket and held them at arm's length, squinting through the bottoms of his lenses. "The hours are whenever something breaks, but the recognition is there. Plenty of opportunities as a blue collar working alongside the science teams. I don't regret the job, but some days are harder then others. It's good living, and getting to watch the critters in their day to day is pretty exciting."
It was low key and short, very like Bill, but all eyes were drawn to the emerald light that the Bulbasaur emitted in a shockwave from the center of the former enclosure. The plants within grew impressively and began to glow, that strange light filling the area with vitality and energy. (Rosebud Used Grassy Terrain. Jacob recovers a tick of Hp every round for the next five rounds.)
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