nostabbing | 006 | Violet City

[Who in their right mind would be up at the crack of dawn on this delightful Thursday in July, traipsing down to the Pokemon Center to make a Very Important Withdrawl™ from her PC? Well, possibly nobody in their right mind, but it certainly is Parker. Bright and early (or possibly really, really, really late, depending on when you consider "bedtime" to be a thing), she can be spotted heading out of the Violet City Pokemon Center with a fluffy red and blue egg in tow — and, impressively enough, followed along behind by just about every member of her roster, save for the evil ones and the horses (but she repeats herself).

Coincidentally, shortly thereafter she can also be spotted, still rather impressively — this time, atop some random south-facing shop's structurally sound purple awning: ]

Recording courtesy of GummyCam™

[Whether or not one also hears a bout of muffled yet vaguely melodious chanting that may or may not sound conspicuously like NAAAAAAAAAAAANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABAAAAAAAA as this is occurring is, of course, entirely a matter of speculation.

JESUS CHRIST IT'S ~~A LION~~ AN ARCHEN GET IN THE CAR]

[OOC: As a note, Parker is far enough off-camera here to conceal the fact that her face is still somewhat messed up from her encounter with Blake; if you'd rather avoid your character having to see/deal with that, feel free to use text or voice instead of video or action! Just leave me a quick OOC note and I'll make sure she doesn't utilize video or bring it up in conversation. o/]

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[...Wow, excuse you, Judgey McJudgerson. Allow her to clarify the important significance of this particular momentous occasion.]

They're extinct. And she just hatched, it's kind of a big deal.

[Contrary though that may seem at first glance...]

Clearly not extinct in captivity. I know they make a big deal over it every time a panda is born in China, but they don't go this far.

Couldn't you have done an homage to We're Back instead?

Statistical data puts the most recent count of giant pandas in the world at less than twenty-five hundred. I think there's like three of these. Also she's a weird color! They're supposed to be green, but she turned out blue and red.

[But alas, here is where her pop culture savvy turns regrettably deficient. Hardison clearly didn't plan a movie night around that one...yet.]

Back from what?

We're Back. It's this ancient movie my cousin used to watch. It's about dinosaurs being brought to the present. More topical.

[Still. He shrugs. Apathetic young teenager.]

I'm just saying-- you can do better. More creative.

So like Jurassic Park.

[She regards her fossilbird thoughtfully, seemingly taking this new information into account as she contemplates.]

I don't think she's going to go on a murderous rampage, though. ...Probably.

[She screws up her face, which results a moment later in a vaguely displeased wince when it scrunches up her bruised cheek.]

[He coughs.]

Except Jurassic Park was a little more... violent, and less majestic. The dinosaurs coming back to life there was a scary, dangerous thing.

[His expression gets a little more sympathetic at that.]

You iced that, right?

Huh? Oh. Yeah, they gave me a pack for it at the Center.

[As if prompted by the question, she pokes absently at the bruise and renews her displeased face.]

It looked a lot worse a few days ago. It should be gone pretty soon.

That's pretty much all you can do. I've taken some pretty hard falls.

[And punches, but he doesn't like to assume vicious intent...]

Still, if that's days later, I'd hate to see it when it was fresh. Hate to be you then, too.

I didn't fall on my face. A guy decked me.

[She's actually more offended by the implication that she fell than that she'd been hit, really.]

It doesn't hurt that much.

[welp. so much for not making assumptions...]

Not now, I guess.

Should I be on the lookout for this guy?

[She pauses, shuffling around in her backpack a minute, then retrieves a folded piece of paper and holds it up; it's got a fairly accurate pencil sketch of Carter Blake's face on it.]

He looks like this.

[He doesn't answer for a moment because he's committing it to memory.]

Are we talking purse-snatcher, kidnapper... what's his deal? Why'd he go after you?

I don't know. He came up out of nowhere yelling at me and screaming about stuff I didn't do, and when I told him to leave me alone he didn't and he grabbed me instead. Then when I tried to get away he punched me.

[Granted, after she nearly broke his fingers and delivered a swift strike to the groin, but that's entirely beside the point.]

So total lunatic who doesn't wait for the facts. Great.

Did anyone else witness it?

There were people all over the place. A guy named Hope and a friend of his came running up right after to get him off me. You can ask them.

Friend of Hope's or friend of the crazy guy's?

[He tugs at his collar.]

Did I ask if you were okay? I meant to. I guess if you're doing normal stuff like showing off your Pokemon, that's good.

Friend of Hope's. He got me, friend got the crazy guy.

[She kind of blinks; she honestly hadn't noticed that he'd failed to ask.]

It doesn't hurt. I mean, I've been hit worse.

[There's no real way to ask how or why. Not discreetly, anyway. But he supposes he can get away with it if he's horrified.]

I-I guess it says something if you can say that, right? But that's still a pretty awful thing to have to realize for yourself.

[To her credit, she takes it like a champ and shrugs it off pretty well. Mostly because she didn't really perceive anything wrong with it in the first place.]

Bad guys don't really pull their punches. It happens.

[No, they really don't... hanging up and calling back in costume is way too much effort and way too suspicious, but he really wants to... do something.]

Ha. Yeah.

I guess this incident would automatically qualify him for that label. Since it's not you, the bad guy would have to be him.

[But why, though? People aren't evil for evil's sake. There's usually a motive... greed, if nothing else.]

[There's something about that dichotomy he's setting up that sort of distracts her, and it's almost absently that she remarks: ]

So what do you call a bad guy who does good things?

[Good? Bad? Grey? Both?]

Uh, human. If you believe good people can do bad things, then the reverse...

[He shrugs, not realizing that he'd set it up at all.]

Guess it's not what you do, it's how you do it. Or how often.

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