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tank_rockarmsOnce upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a valiant blue knight who rode atop a steed made out of orange iron. He was a mighty knight, and had slain many in battle.
But one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's equipage.
The brave knight took off after this vile svartálfar and soundly beat him to within an inch of his life, and also sprayed numerous effusions from his stomach upon the foul defiler of his sweet ride, because of the contemptible reprobate's noxious particulate matter.
Several days later, it came to the mind of the knight exactly who this wretched daemon might have been, and so, dear reader, he went to confront him.
Max knocked on Vinnie's door.
But one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's equipage.
The brave knight took off after this vile svartálfar and soundly beat him to within an inch of his life, and also sprayed numerous effusions from his stomach upon the foul defiler of his sweet ride, because of the contemptible reprobate's noxious particulate matter.
Several days later, it came to the mind of the knight exactly who this wretched daemon might have been, and so, dear reader, he went to confront him.
Max knocked on Vinnie's door.
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Date: 2011-03-19 07:33 am (UTC)By way of greeting, his face fell and he grumbled a simple, "Max."
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Date: 2011-03-19 07:45 am (UTC)"Yeah, listen, you remember last week when everybody was acting all crazy, were you an Ivysaur?"
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Date: 2011-03-19 07:59 am (UTC)Vinnie paused. Squinted his eyes for a second. You could see the thoughts rolling around in his head.
"...Don't know. Maybe."
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Date: 2011-03-19 08:01 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-19 08:06 am (UTC)Can you feel the eyes? They are asking you, "and how are you going to rectify this?"
Only Max would never say "rectify" but you get what I'm getting at here.
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Date: 2011-03-19 08:13 am (UTC)Seriously? But all he did was jam scrap metal into the works, and screwed with the treads, and... fucking hell, okay, he messed it up pretty nicely.
"That wasn't even me! That was some psycho me that doesn't exist!"
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Date: 2011-03-19 08:17 am (UTC)There's an answer he's aiming at here, Vinnie. Let's see if you can figure out what it is.
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Date: 2011-03-19 08:23 am (UTC)"...Are you threatening Marie's bike? Fuckin'... If I don't have money to get you new pants, how the hell'm I supposed to afford you a new tank?!"
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Date: 2011-03-19 08:29 am (UTC)Did Max just call you dirtpoor? He did.
"You ain't gotta buy me a new tank. Just pay for repairs. And I already told you I'd give you a job. You ain't fallin' all over yourself anymore just from walkin' across the hall. You'd pass the physical."
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Date: 2011-03-19 11:12 am (UTC)Vinnie groaned. Joining the army, especially Max's army wasn't exactly his ideal job. Military service, as far as he was concerned, was a whole new set of obligations that he'd rather not deal with.
"Yeah, well. I still don't like the idea've going Orange Star."
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Date: 2011-03-19 05:19 pm (UTC)"Goin' Orange Star is an honor."
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Date: 2011-03-19 08:38 pm (UTC)"First off, I might not be that Ivysaur anymore, but that was definitely me as a kid. And I still don't like tanks. But more than that, you're telling me t'take you as, what, my Commanding Officer? That ain't something I can do so easily.
"I don't know what you think of me, but I take my job as a Pokemon seriously. I've got Red, I've got the Garden t'think about. You're asking me t'take on obligations way beyond paying for repairs."
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Date: 2011-03-20 01:11 am (UTC)"If you think I'm a crummy leader not worth followin', then spit it out already. And tell me, how much money does bein' a pokemon and havin' a garden pay? You want me to go get Red so he can sign off on me givin' you a job?" Max asked.
"You put yourself under several thousand dollars worth of obligations when you decided to bust up my tank. And what about the cars of everybody else? How much is it gonna cost to replace all of them windshields and give 'em new paint jobs? You got a load of responsibilities that right now you're just ignorin', and you bein' super good at bein' a pokemon or gardenin' ain't gonna dig you outta this."
And what about my pants.
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Date: 2011-03-20 10:47 am (UTC)"It's not about you and not about lifestyle." He'd lived on an ice mountain for ages, where the only source of income was pocket change from defeated trainers. Nothing luxurious about that, and he was happy enough with it.
"I don't have the loyalty t'spare just t'fight for your country. If it comes between your orders versus Red's, or the safety of the Garden, then you're out've luck. You still wanna hire me, knowing that?"
For some reason all I can think of is "Poor Unfortunate Souls"
Date: 2011-03-20 07:01 pm (UTC)"And Orange Star's been used here at the school to protect it before. If we're called up to protect the school, you'd be protectin' the forest and greenhouse and whatever. I'd stick you on reserves. Reserves pay less. You'd have an initial trainin' session
sort of like a tutorial to the gameand then most of every day after that'd be yours unless there's some emergency. And if emergencies gotta run through Red then they gotta run through Red. He's a good kid; he'll know to do the right thing with you."and then suddenly Vinnie was a mute.
Date: 2011-03-20 11:19 pm (UTC)No. Red didn't need him. As a Venusaur who couldn't even do a basic Grass Type attack anymore, he was basically dead weight on the team. Even if he wanted to help Red, he couldn't. His expression turned grim with that little reminder of the limitations of his injury.
"Train to fight like a human, huh..." Another way of protecting things, maybe, if the things he cared about were ever threatened. Vinnie mused on it, going quiet for a moment.
"Red is a good kid. He's the best thing I ever did with my life. You're saying whether I get deployed or not is up to him?"
Go ahead! Make your choice!
Date: 2011-03-21 04:25 am (UTC)He's a very busy CO and he doesn't have all day
Date: 2011-03-21 04:55 am (UTC)(That was a bit of a lie. Faced with the only facts he had, there was only one real decision he could make. But he couldn't quite get over his confliction yet.)
BUT OKAY it looked like they were off to see Red, then.
It won't cost much. . . JUST YOUR TATS
Date: 2011-03-21 05:01 am (UTC)"Oh yeah, sorry for almost killin' you," Max said to Vinnie as they stomped to the pokepalace.
I'm a poor unfortunate soul :'C
Date: 2011-03-21 05:11 am (UTC)"Uh, you didn't actually kill me. That was someone else," corrected Vinnie, his mouth going on automatic.
In Orange Star, we're good, upstanding citizens with hygine codes
Date: 2011-03-21 05:13 am (UTC)"WHAT?" Max asked using his indoors voice.
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Date: 2011-03-21 05:21 am (UTC)He pushed himself out of the comical pancake shape he made against Max's frame, momentarily dazed. "What...?"
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Date: 2011-03-21 05:26 am (UTC)"You died?" he asked, staring into his very SOUL.
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Date: 2011-03-21 05:34 am (UTC)STOP LOOKING AT MY SOUL YOU PERVVinnie paled, expression suddenly desperate. THIS WAS NOT SOMETHING HE WANTED YELLED IN THE HALLS. "Holy shi-- SHUT UP!"