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[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.
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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!))
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[THIS IS THE BEST MOMENT OF YOUNG DAVE'S LIFE. He clings to John, grinning and laughing before he masters himself to provide the requisite rocket ship noises.]
Pchooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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John isn't a god anymore, though, and all of this running around is enough to wind him. He slows down after a few good minutes, trying to catch his breath. Though he isn't going to let his best bro down by ending the his pretend space adventures there.]
Aw man, I think the rocketship's running out of fuel. We might have to go in for a crash landing!
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Oh shit, son. [That? Sounds hilarious coming out of a four-year-old's mouth, by the way.] We gotta--we gotta use a parrychute. Afore it explooooodes!
[He raises both little fists into the air for a moment of drama, but gloms back on quickly enough. Kid knows how not to fall, at least.]
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[John doesn't really push Dave on that point, though. It's right back to the crash landing as he slowly falls to his knees.]
Quick, you got to get the parachute! The ship is going to self destruct! Weee-wooo, weee-wooo, weee-wooo.
[John continues to make alarm sounds as he slowly sinks closer and closer to the ground. Dave had better be ready to evacuate!]
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Tell--tell my wifes and kids that I love them! I'll never forget you, Rocket John!
[Acting quickly, Dave unzips his little hoodie, grabs the zipper, and then leaps from John's back with what is honestly some fairly impressive air for a little kid, hoodie held above his head as a parachute.
He slips when he lands and falls on his butt, but doesn't even grunt. He just turns and looks at John expectantly, then lifts his hands again.]
Bwoooooooh.
[(That's an explosion noise.)]
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When the explosion finally "settles," he sets his hand over his heart, closes his eyes, and sticks his tongue out with a final dramatic gagging sound. Here lies Rocket John, who died as he lived: being a big fucking goober.]
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R.I.P. in pieces, dude. We knew ye well.]