6 ∅ [Video]
[There's a bright little bird...lizard thing minding its own business on a branch, cleaning its feathers and looking around with puzzled curiosity. The owner of the PokéGear sets it standing in the fork of the tree and then starts to creep up the branch with hands and knees, trying to keep his breath quiet. He's a kid, small, small enough for the branch to hold his weight, but it dips and the Archen notices him. As one, they freeze, and then both leap at once, the Archen away and the boy towards it, in a crush of squawking and leaves and confusion.
The PokéGear falls, too, thudding to the grass amid the cries of Pokémon, and it's hard to tell what's happened for a minute until a Gallade comes to pick it up. He's balancing a four-year-old blond boy on his hip while a Togetic hovers in dismay, everyone dusty from the fall, but the kid squirms in the Gallade's hold and beams without smiling from behind his very familiar shades. Proud and apparently unhurt, Dave holds up a PokéBall towards the 'Gear.]
I caughted it.
[Wart the Gallade turns the camera to his own desperate, exasperated, bewildered face.]
Help me.
((Kiddo Dave replies will come from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
knightoftimeout!))
The PokéGear falls, too, thudding to the grass amid the cries of Pokémon, and it's hard to tell what's happened for a minute until a Gallade comes to pick it up. He's balancing a four-year-old blond boy on his hip while a Togetic hovers in dismay, everyone dusty from the fall, but the kid squirms in the Gallade's hold and beams without smiling from behind his very familiar shades. Proud and apparently unhurt, Dave holds up a PokéBall towards the 'Gear.]
I caughted it.
[Wart the Gallade turns the camera to his own desperate, exasperated, bewildered face.]
Help me.
((Kiddo Dave replies will come from
knightoftimeout!))
video
[WHAT IS HAPPENING, FIRST CHURCH NOW THIS. This is the start of a bad week.]
Dave, hey where are you at.
[Wart, help him out.]
video
Outside.
[With a stressed mental sigh almost like static, Wart sends Tucker a brief impression: top of Route 34, very close still to Goldenrod.]
no subject
[THANKS WART YOU'RE A PAL. The background of his video goes by as Tucker starts making his way through the city to get there.]
How'd you get up there anyway?
no subject
[As if to prove it, he tries to pull himself up higher on Wart's shoulders, but the Gallade just bounces him a little and resettles him on his hip. Poor thing's doing his best, but this is way beyond him, and his psychic voice is pretty strained.]
Please hurry. He's not supposed to be this small.
no subject
[Fuck the last kid he was really around was Junior and somehow he gets the idea the stuff they did for Junior won't work on Dave? For one thing Dave's half the size Junior was when the alien was just born.
Fuck it he'll figure it out. He's almost there now anyway.]
Hey, Dave, chill for a second all right?
no subject
[He mumbles it, though, and turns away to start playing with the Pokéball in his hands, rubbing his fingers over the shiny surface, because he knows 'chill' to be code for 'fuck off for a second, Dave, I'm busy.' Which he's apparently okay with honoring. Wart's the one closer to panic, here.]
What do I do? I didn't know humans even came this small, they're not supposed to get starters until they're much older. Ten? I don't even know how old he is now, is he a baby? Is this what human babies look like? Are human babies supposed to be jumping out of trees?
-> action
Coming up on you now, I can probably take it from there.
[Because it's hard to miss a giant ass Gallade there with a kid on its hip even looming in the distance. Why does this kind of shit always happen to him?
He gets up to them, barely broken a sweat because thanks Wash and looks them over. Jeez Dave is tiny.]
Hey.
no subject
'Sup.
[He looks at Wart one more time, but then addresses his answer to Tucker.]
I'm four. But 'm not really four.
no subject
So.... Physically four but not. You know who I am?
[Lord give him this much.]
no subject
You're Tucker. I'm not a baby.
[That last bit's to Wart. Dave starts playing with the Pokéball again, muttering and offended.]
I remmber shit.
no subject
Oh thank fuck. Okay, that handles a lot of problems straight off, awesome.
...... What now?
no subject
[Wart's more than happy to do so, though both he and Valentine continue to hover like Dave could explode at any moment. Dave just brushes himself off with one hand and bounces a couple times to make sure his legs aren't broken. He's a little scuffed up, but he doesn't seem to notice the minor scrapes.
Instead, he holds up the Pokéball.]
I caughted a funny bird. Wanna see.
no subject
Yeah, I wanna see it. Must be badass if you caught it.
no subject
The encouragement is all Dave needs, and he pushes the button on the Pokéball to let his new Archen out. The poor frazzled thing shakes itself out, looks at Dave with all the affronted confusion in the world, and squawks noisily. Dave squats in front of it, chin in his hands. He's in love.]
Its face is sooooo weeeeird.
[The Archen looks at Tucker like 'bro wtf am i supposed to do with this?' Wart drags a hand down his face.]