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[Open] The Bird is a Monster
Who: Kanji, his chocobo, and all y'all.
Where: Dog Park, Section 4
When: Slight backdate to April 14th
Summary: Kanji's making good on goading Gold into a chocobo race. But first the bird needs to get in just a little more training. As he's too big to ride the bird, he's offering to lighter, smaller individuals. But a word of warning: Clive can also fly.
Warnings: Kanji just can't curb the swearing. Also Clive is a criminally ridiculous bird.
It almost seemed like yesterday that he could outrun the bird. Now, he could only keep track of him atop a pair of wheels.
Kanji didn't mind the weird looks. Sure, he looked more like he belonged on a roaring motorbike of sorts, but his regular ol' bike suited him just fine. It was a good workout, and he kinda liked how his legs burned after a full day of it. Was that weird?
"A'right, here comes the turn! Slide it! Lose yer grip on the ground and the race is over!" He called, and stood on the pedals, lowering his upper body as he put in a little more speed. It let him reach the turn first at the expense of leaving him a little bit winded - chocobos were freakin' quick - but he jerked the handlebars, shifting his weight and jumping the bike, kicking it into a turn. The tires ground against the fine dirt, churning up dust. The nearly fully-grown bird followed suit, black feathers flattening against a lithe body as he entered a short slide, allowing him to nail the sharp turn. A kick off the ground let him continue onward while sacrificing little speed.
"Cool! Keep goin'!" Kanji lost all his momentum, but that was fine. He could watch from here. Besides, he'd been trying to keep pace with and pass the chocobo all morning. He was a little tired. Lifting a sleeve to his forehead, Kanji wiped off his brow and readjusted his helmet. Safety first.
"Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa no, damn it! Clive, don't you freakin'--!" But he did: His wings opened, and with a joyful cry the black bird took to the sky, sailing high over the makeshift track and spiraling higher. Kanji sighed. Clive liked to try flying whenever he could, but so far it was met with minimal success.
As if to prove his point, the happy chirrups he listened to overhead turned to awkward squawks. As the winds from higher altitude buffeted him, Clive quickly began to lose control, and then altitude completely.
"Shit-!" Kanji dismounted his bike, but his legs grew tangled in his haste. He went down, kicking up further dust, but his soul welled over, that blue smoke rising from his form. When the Emperor seal card came down, he snatched for it, brought it to the ground, and smashed it with a fist. His soul shed, and from his body rose the immense demon king, who leaped to intercept.
Clive was caught in massive palms several yards in the air and held close. Almost ignorant to the danger he was just in, the chocobo canted his head and already mooched for attention, which the Persona obliged with a large finger ruffling his crest feathers. He knew 'mama's Persona.
But Kanji pushed himself to his feet, frown deep, and he was ready to berate a bird he knew listened in one ear and quickly out the other. But when Clive turned his way and warked, puffing his feathers and looking content, Kanji felt his shoulders lower and his nerves ease.
Damn bird was too cute to be mad at.
Where: Dog Park, Section 4
When: Slight backdate to April 14th
Summary: Kanji's making good on goading Gold into a chocobo race. But first the bird needs to get in just a little more training. As he's too big to ride the bird, he's offering to lighter, smaller individuals. But a word of warning: Clive can also fly.
Warnings: Kanji just can't curb the swearing. Also Clive is a criminally ridiculous bird.
It almost seemed like yesterday that he could outrun the bird. Now, he could only keep track of him atop a pair of wheels.
Kanji didn't mind the weird looks. Sure, he looked more like he belonged on a roaring motorbike of sorts, but his regular ol' bike suited him just fine. It was a good workout, and he kinda liked how his legs burned after a full day of it. Was that weird?
"A'right, here comes the turn! Slide it! Lose yer grip on the ground and the race is over!" He called, and stood on the pedals, lowering his upper body as he put in a little more speed. It let him reach the turn first at the expense of leaving him a little bit winded - chocobos were freakin' quick - but he jerked the handlebars, shifting his weight and jumping the bike, kicking it into a turn. The tires ground against the fine dirt, churning up dust. The nearly fully-grown bird followed suit, black feathers flattening against a lithe body as he entered a short slide, allowing him to nail the sharp turn. A kick off the ground let him continue onward while sacrificing little speed.
"Cool! Keep goin'!" Kanji lost all his momentum, but that was fine. He could watch from here. Besides, he'd been trying to keep pace with and pass the chocobo all morning. He was a little tired. Lifting a sleeve to his forehead, Kanji wiped off his brow and readjusted his helmet. Safety first.
"Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa no, damn it! Clive, don't you freakin'--!" But he did: His wings opened, and with a joyful cry the black bird took to the sky, sailing high over the makeshift track and spiraling higher. Kanji sighed. Clive liked to try flying whenever he could, but so far it was met with minimal success.
As if to prove his point, the happy chirrups he listened to overhead turned to awkward squawks. As the winds from higher altitude buffeted him, Clive quickly began to lose control, and then altitude completely.
"Shit-!" Kanji dismounted his bike, but his legs grew tangled in his haste. He went down, kicking up further dust, but his soul welled over, that blue smoke rising from his form. When the Emperor seal card came down, he snatched for it, brought it to the ground, and smashed it with a fist. His soul shed, and from his body rose the immense demon king, who leaped to intercept.
Clive was caught in massive palms several yards in the air and held close. Almost ignorant to the danger he was just in, the chocobo canted his head and already mooched for attention, which the Persona obliged with a large finger ruffling his crest feathers. He knew 'mama's Persona.
But Kanji pushed himself to his feet, frown deep, and he was ready to berate a bird he knew listened in one ear and quickly out the other. But when Clive turned his way and warked, puffing his feathers and looking content, Kanji felt his shoulders lower and his nerves ease.
Damn bird was too cute to be mad at.
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But she rifled through the bag and retrieved syrup. He stared a moment, confused, but when the bug moved right up like he was drawn to it he felt like he was beginning to understand.
"They eat... syrup? --Wait, like those sap-eating bugs I heard about in class once! The, uh, one I didn't skip."
He fetched another sandwich and unwrapped it. "How's he not get all wired? Ain't that just sugar?"
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She allowed Paras to start drinking from the bottle while she started on her own sandwich again.
"I don't tend to feed him it constantly; some days the weather is too bad to go out to a tree. Besides, it ensures he doesn't cause too much damage to the native trees, after all..."
Meanwhile, the Paras looked like it was in heaveeeeennnnn! Can you see the flowers coming from him, Kanji?
"It seems like pokemon are somewhat based on animals from our world, with variations..."
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But wouldn't it be weird for the pokemon trainers to see his and her world, all animals fighting tooth and claw instead of breathing fire?
But this Para was... okay, it was cute, even if it was kinda creepy and looked like it could take a chunk out of him given the chance.
"I was talkin' to Gold and he was sayin' pokemon grow up into bigger forms sometimes. What's this one do?"
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Naoto glanced down at Nameko, checking that he was occupied with the bottle, before leaning in close to Kanji and whispering.
"He can 'evolve' into a 'Parasect', where the mushroom on his back grows to cover his full body. However..."
She glanced down at Nameko, concern obvious on her face.
"...Those mushrooms are parasitic. Eventually, if he evolves, they'll take over as the 'thinking' part of him. I'm... rather inclined to keep him this way."
He didn't need to evolve!
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He looked to the pokemon again and thought on that a bit. Why the hell would any Paras evolve if that was what was gonna happen? He knew they 'grew up', but what good did it do if you lost your mind and turned into a zombie?
"...Shit, I'd be all inclined, too. I'm sure he'll be happy to stay the way he is. He seems to like you a lot, so he'd understand, right?"
It was the sunshine, the food and the company that did it. He couldn't quite place it, but as the little nerves in his belly melted, his attention wandered as well. The pokemon didn't like him. Protective. He got that. But weren't they kinda sitting together and hell wasn't raining down on them at the time? No Rise to harass 'em?
When his pinky accidentally brushed against her hand he didn't flinch away. Instead, he clasped it and was so damned glad he didn't get sweaty palms.
"Didja have pets before this? You're takin' all this on pretty damn good!"
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She reached out to gently rub Nameko's head with her finger while he chowed down, a soft smile passing on her face. Though soon a blush appeared as she felt Kanji's pinky against her free hand, and soon was holding it. Her smile remained, and she gave him a gentle squeeze.
This... being here with him, with Clive and Nameko... she wanted to savor it, as long as possible.
"Ah, my grandfather had a cat, and dogs... so I helped look after them, growing up. Still, Nameko is the first I've owned on my own."
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"I couldn't have pets. Ma always said the fur could ruin the fabrics if they didn't shred 'em up themselves. So I always snuck out some nights, went to hang with the stray cats sometimes, give 'em food."
He hesitated, then quieted a moment. "Anyways... Nameko looks pretty happy. I think you got this pokemon trainer thing in the bag. Ya think you'd train him up like the others? Havin' a guard bug sounds pretty awesome."
Kanji scratched a cheek and looked away. "W-would it put me outta the job...?"