03-04-2015, 08:53 PM
Michael and Charmander now find themselves in a much more populated, bustling area of Costa del Sol, full of all sorts of people heading here there and everywhere. Here Michael hoped they would find someone who might know about what happened to separate poor Charmander from his parents. Why he doesn’t just ask Charmander, you may ask. Well, because when he did try that, it went a little something like this…
“So, how’d you get separated from your parents anyways?” Michael had asked Charmander. Charmander just stuttered, whimpered, and began crying again, so that didn’t work. Michael managed to calm the poor little pokémon down with a lot of comforting and assurance that “Everything’s gonna be ok,” and afterwards Michael tried a different approach. He made sure to wait a little while after Charmander’s little episode, just in case the question would cause him to break out into tears again.
“Well, what do your parents look like then?” Michael asked.
After a moment to think, Charmander wracking his little salamander brain for a response, he told Michael “I love my papa very much, and my mama. I used to think Papa was scary though… Now I don’t.” Understandably, Michael was very confused. Did he word his question wrong? What did he say again? Maybe Charmander just misheard him…
“I uh… I meant what do they look like. Their appearance and such.” Michael corrected, despite the fact that it was pretty much just him repeating himself. Charmander replied likewise.
“Papa always used to get berry juice everywhere… It was gross.” Charmander giggled, and Michael was even more confused than ever. He gave up asking Charmander questions, and came to the realization he had only one good option left. An option he dreaded having to face. He was going to have to… talk to people.
And that leads us to where Michael is now, wandering through a random crowd to find someone who might know a thing or two about what happened to Charmander’s parents. Chances are nobody will know anything, but Michael doesn’t have any better ideas. Maybe they’re at that cinnabar place he heard about earlier, where the “wierdos” go as that armored guy so eloquently said. It was tempting to just avoid any human contact at all and just head straight there, but… Maybe if he were alone, but he was trying to get a lost child back to his parents and he didn’t want to have to waste any time. More certain about his current objective, Michael finally approaches a random person and starts to ask them the question.
“Excuse me sir, could I ask you a question real quick?”
Unfortunately, this random person turns out to be Chief Officer Barbas, recently promoted after that Officer Pike got squashed by a couple of measly pirates. He’s a generally unpleasant man, taking great joy in bringing misery into the lives of his subordinates. His punishments are notoriously harsh and brutal, and a horrible punishment can come from the smallest of mistakes.
“Eh? What the fuck do you want, you filthy ingrate?” Barbas bluntly says, making Michael regret the decision to try talking to someone immediately. In fact, it might just be one of the worst ideas he’s ever had.
Suddenly, before anybody has time to act, Barbas bursts into flame.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!” He screams, running around in circles and flailing his arms around as if he wanted to shake the flames off like a bug that had just landed on his arm. Michael in his surprise stumbles backwards, looking down at the charmander he held in his arms.
‘You didn’t…’ Michael thought to himself, although it was very obvious that he did.
Meanwhile, Chief Officer Barbas continues running around in circles like an idiot, eventually finding the sense to jump into a water filled barrel nearby. As he emerges from the water he angrily points towards Michael, shouting at a nearby group of marines who had been happily watching the show until now.
“What are you waiting for!? GET HIM!” The small marine group, not wanting to get on their superiors bad side, immediately stand to attention, weapons at the ready.
“Yes sir!” They cry, then turn and head fearlessly for Michael and Charmander, more afraid of Barbas’ potential wrath than what the two could possibly do to them.
“Oh boy…” Michael mutters as the soldiers start making for him, quickly spinning around and dashing off into an alleyway behind him.
For a good while the marines chase him around Costa del Sol, pushing past hordes of unhappy civilians as the chase goes on. Eventually the two newly made criminals find themselves at the ocean. Without hesitation Michael continues forward and leaps onto a small fishing boat, struggling with the rope that held it to shore for a moment before he sets it free, pushing the boat out to sea with a purposeful kick. When the marines arrive they’re left to the sight of the two criminals far out to sea, the man with the curly hair tauntingly waving goodbye.
“Better luck next time!” Michael shouts, smiling with glee. That is, until he loses the oars. They slip out of their rings, quickly sinking down to the depths of the ocean below, and with the current already pulling them away from land…
“…Woops.” Michael says, taking back what he thought earlier about how approaching the angry stranger was the worst idea he had ever had. <i>This</i> was by far the worst idea he’d ever had.
Whelp. Cinnabar, here they come?
Also, a little while later when far out to sea, Michael and Charmander have a little talk about setting strangers on fire.
“Charmander… Why did you set that man on fire?” Michael asks.
“W…Well.. He was big and scary, and… and I didn’t like him.” Charmander sniffles.
Michael sighs. “Just… never do that again, ok?”
“OK…” Charmander promises.
“So, how’d you get separated from your parents anyways?” Michael had asked Charmander. Charmander just stuttered, whimpered, and began crying again, so that didn’t work. Michael managed to calm the poor little pokémon down with a lot of comforting and assurance that “Everything’s gonna be ok,” and afterwards Michael tried a different approach. He made sure to wait a little while after Charmander’s little episode, just in case the question would cause him to break out into tears again.
“Well, what do your parents look like then?” Michael asked.
After a moment to think, Charmander wracking his little salamander brain for a response, he told Michael “I love my papa very much, and my mama. I used to think Papa was scary though… Now I don’t.” Understandably, Michael was very confused. Did he word his question wrong? What did he say again? Maybe Charmander just misheard him…
“I uh… I meant what do they look like. Their appearance and such.” Michael corrected, despite the fact that it was pretty much just him repeating himself. Charmander replied likewise.
“Papa always used to get berry juice everywhere… It was gross.” Charmander giggled, and Michael was even more confused than ever. He gave up asking Charmander questions, and came to the realization he had only one good option left. An option he dreaded having to face. He was going to have to… talk to people.
And that leads us to where Michael is now, wandering through a random crowd to find someone who might know a thing or two about what happened to Charmander’s parents. Chances are nobody will know anything, but Michael doesn’t have any better ideas. Maybe they’re at that cinnabar place he heard about earlier, where the “wierdos” go as that armored guy so eloquently said. It was tempting to just avoid any human contact at all and just head straight there, but… Maybe if he were alone, but he was trying to get a lost child back to his parents and he didn’t want to have to waste any time. More certain about his current objective, Michael finally approaches a random person and starts to ask them the question.
“Excuse me sir, could I ask you a question real quick?”
Unfortunately, this random person turns out to be Chief Officer Barbas, recently promoted after that Officer Pike got squashed by a couple of measly pirates. He’s a generally unpleasant man, taking great joy in bringing misery into the lives of his subordinates. His punishments are notoriously harsh and brutal, and a horrible punishment can come from the smallest of mistakes.
“Eh? What the fuck do you want, you filthy ingrate?” Barbas bluntly says, making Michael regret the decision to try talking to someone immediately. In fact, it might just be one of the worst ideas he’s ever had.
Suddenly, before anybody has time to act, Barbas bursts into flame.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!” He screams, running around in circles and flailing his arms around as if he wanted to shake the flames off like a bug that had just landed on his arm. Michael in his surprise stumbles backwards, looking down at the charmander he held in his arms.
‘You didn’t…’ Michael thought to himself, although it was very obvious that he did.
Meanwhile, Chief Officer Barbas continues running around in circles like an idiot, eventually finding the sense to jump into a water filled barrel nearby. As he emerges from the water he angrily points towards Michael, shouting at a nearby group of marines who had been happily watching the show until now.
“What are you waiting for!? GET HIM!” The small marine group, not wanting to get on their superiors bad side, immediately stand to attention, weapons at the ready.
“Yes sir!” They cry, then turn and head fearlessly for Michael and Charmander, more afraid of Barbas’ potential wrath than what the two could possibly do to them.
“Oh boy…” Michael mutters as the soldiers start making for him, quickly spinning around and dashing off into an alleyway behind him.
For a good while the marines chase him around Costa del Sol, pushing past hordes of unhappy civilians as the chase goes on. Eventually the two newly made criminals find themselves at the ocean. Without hesitation Michael continues forward and leaps onto a small fishing boat, struggling with the rope that held it to shore for a moment before he sets it free, pushing the boat out to sea with a purposeful kick. When the marines arrive they’re left to the sight of the two criminals far out to sea, the man with the curly hair tauntingly waving goodbye.
“Better luck next time!” Michael shouts, smiling with glee. That is, until he loses the oars. They slip out of their rings, quickly sinking down to the depths of the ocean below, and with the current already pulling them away from land…
“…Woops.” Michael says, taking back what he thought earlier about how approaching the angry stranger was the worst idea he had ever had. <i>This</i> was by far the worst idea he’d ever had.
Whelp. Cinnabar, here they come?
Also, a little while later when far out to sea, Michael and Charmander have a little talk about setting strangers on fire.
“Charmander… Why did you set that man on fire?” Michael asks.
“W…Well.. He was big and scary, and… and I didn’t like him.” Charmander sniffles.
Michael sighs. “Just… never do that again, ok?”
“OK…” Charmander promises.
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