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bravenewworld2016-06-17 07:22 pm
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Figuring Out The Next Move
OPEN
The days following the failed attempt to free the Gigas' from their captivity had been rather solemn. With the citizens of Union coming to terms both with their failure and the looming threat of retaliation on Gigas' part. It's a time for preparation, for reflection....
"Aaaand, fetch!"
And it's a perfect time to head down to the park and throw a ball around. Harry tosses the ball as hard as he can and then stands back as Mouse, now quite possibly a gazillion times the size he'd been as a Lilipup goes bounding across the grass in hot pursuit. He makes it, snatching the ball up in his mouth just as the newest addition to Harry's group, a Tyrunt, comes leaping out of nowhere and tackles the enormous Stoutland, making Harry wince with a slight grin as he watches the scuffle erupt. Lash stands beside him, serene and peaceful, though not without a look of irritated disinterest on her expression.
It's his day off.
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Later on at night, he's left the more rambunctious Pokemon at home and headed out for dinner. It's a little place he's discovered since his move to Union. Almost literally a hole in the wall, or at least a door down a flight of steps.
It's a quiet place, old, slightly dingy but cozy enough for Dresden's taste with the sounds and smells of food cooking behind the bar. It's nearly deserted too with only a few customers, the bartender, the Machamp bouncer by the door. And Dresden sitting at one table with a half-downed glass of beer beside him, scratching away at a notepad while he rubbed his chin in thought.
Closed to Rei
Of course, it's not all parks and beer. A lot of people had been involved and as time ticked on, he found himself worried about one in particular. Of his team, he didn't exactly know Haruka or Michiru very well, but the memory of seeing Rei rattled, even for a moment, kind of stuck in his brain. As such, he'd resolved to check in on her. Ice cream in hand. Because ice cream makes everything better.
He found a place that does ice cream takeout. They have a Vanillite breathe on the box before you leave. It stays frozen under a hot sun for hours.
So, another afternoon, he makes his way down to Ninetales Vale with his absolute battleship of a Stoutland by his side eagerly wagging his tail as they approach Hikawa Shrine and knock on the door.
The days following the failed attempt to free the Gigas' from their captivity had been rather solemn. With the citizens of Union coming to terms both with their failure and the looming threat of retaliation on Gigas' part. It's a time for preparation, for reflection....
"Aaaand, fetch!"
And it's a perfect time to head down to the park and throw a ball around. Harry tosses the ball as hard as he can and then stands back as Mouse, now quite possibly a gazillion times the size he'd been as a Lilipup goes bounding across the grass in hot pursuit. He makes it, snatching the ball up in his mouth just as the newest addition to Harry's group, a Tyrunt, comes leaping out of nowhere and tackles the enormous Stoutland, making Harry wince with a slight grin as he watches the scuffle erupt. Lash stands beside him, serene and peaceful, though not without a look of irritated disinterest on her expression.
It's his day off.
---
Later on at night, he's left the more rambunctious Pokemon at home and headed out for dinner. It's a little place he's discovered since his move to Union. Almost literally a hole in the wall, or at least a door down a flight of steps.
It's a quiet place, old, slightly dingy but cozy enough for Dresden's taste with the sounds and smells of food cooking behind the bar. It's nearly deserted too with only a few customers, the bartender, the Machamp bouncer by the door. And Dresden sitting at one table with a half-downed glass of beer beside him, scratching away at a notepad while he rubbed his chin in thought.
Closed to Rei
Of course, it's not all parks and beer. A lot of people had been involved and as time ticked on, he found himself worried about one in particular. Of his team, he didn't exactly know Haruka or Michiru very well, but the memory of seeing Rei rattled, even for a moment, kind of stuck in his brain. As such, he'd resolved to check in on her. Ice cream in hand. Because ice cream makes everything better.
He found a place that does ice cream takeout. They have a Vanillite breathe on the box before you leave. It stays frozen under a hot sun for hours.
So, another afternoon, he makes his way down to Ninetales Vale with his absolute battleship of a Stoutland by his side eagerly wagging his tail as they approach Hikawa Shrine and knock on the door.
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These days though... well, an afternoon in the park can definitely do some good.]
[Harry turns away from his tumbling Pokemon as the older man approaches, returning the greeting with a nod of his head.] Sure is. Good day for a walk in the park.
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Somebody say weather?
[He is very proud. Gordon gives him a smirk, his own 'dogs' going to investigate the tussle.]
Nice to get some fresh air now and then.
[He offers a hand.]
Jim Gordon, don't think we've met.
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Thanks. Needed that.
[Across the park, Sue notices the approach of new challengers! Quickly she hops off Mouse and turns to the newcomers, bouncing from foot to foot eagerly and growling out a playful challenge. At least until Mouse rights himself, none at all the worse for wear from the attack, and plants a paw on the Tyrunt's head. Be nice. These are strangers.]
Don't think so, I'm good with faces. [He reaches over, accepting the handshake.] Harry Dresden.
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Nice to meet you, Harry. Been in Union long?
[The large canines look at the Tyrunt as it approaches. The stoutland turns its head curiously, giving a curious woof to the other Stoutland. The Arcanine lays down, getting more eye level with the competitive little dino, giving a greeting.
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That obvious, huh? [It just might be. The gaunt, grim look didn't exactly seem to be the style among Unionites. Let alone going around in long black coats. Lash studies the newcomer and his Pokemon for a moment with a serene expression before turning her head away to resume her slightly-bored, slightly-annoyed vigil at her trainer's side.] A little over a year now. In from Sanctuary.
[Mouse huffs out a breath that rustles his long mustache-like fur as Sue hunches down, digging her claws into the earth beneath her and she gives a brief call of challenge to the Arcanine. If he's up for an introduction by way of wrassling then she'll be all too pleased to oblige.
Mouse looks toward the other Stoutland, removing his paw from Sue's head, and huffs out a low bark in greeting. Name's Mouse, he introduces himself, the hyperactive little bundle here is Sue.]
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Been a cop for longer than a lot of people in this city have been alive. You learn to recognize most faces, if not names.
[Rusty flattens her body down, willing to humor the little pokemon seemingly undeterred by her Intimidating presence. She gives a bark in return. The stoutland turns to it's fellow.]
Rex. This is Rusty. Chief's name is Jim.
Sorry for the late tag. July is the month of doom at my job
I know how it goes, I'm a detective myself. [He pauses a second and shrugs.] P.I., but you pick up some tricks anyway.
[There hasn't yet been an Intimidate scary enough to quell Sue's appetite for rambunctiousness. When the Arcanine flattens down and seems to accept her challenge, she gives a playful roar and springs forward to leap at the larger Pokemon.
Mouse watches the little dino go and huffs a bit before carrying on.]
Good to meet you. Our trainer over there is Harry.
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P.I., huh? How's business?
[Rusty seems to be humoring the little dino, toppling over in a not entirely convincing way, rough-housing with the younger pokemon.]