[second bullet] video
[Liquid was sitting on the edge of a pier on route 32, fishing rod in hand. He looked pretty damn bored-- hence why he was actually using the damn Pokegear thing, because he'd rather subject himself to the potential cesspool that was interacting with other people than just sit around and wait in silence for something to bite.]
Apparently there are bloody Pokemon in the water. God knows if I'll fucking catch something, this rod looks so shoddy that I could have made a better one.
[He leaned back on one hand, holding the fishing pole in the other.] I've been out here for bloody hours.
[There was a reason he always hated fishing. It was so. Damn. Boring.]
You know what I need? C4. If I had some C4, this would go along so much more smoothly.
[Just then, his pole jerked so hard that it was nearly wrenched out of his hand.]
Christ--!
[The Pokegear is ignored now in favor of fighting with whatever the hell was on the end of his line; it was putting up a damn good fight against the soldier. He stood and kept pulling, the muscles standing out on his arms. After several minutes of struggling, he gave one last, hard heave, and it was too much for the thing on the line.]
[It flew out of the water like a shot, making a beeline straight for Liquid's face.]
[WHACK.]
[A particularly stubborn Magikarp made contact with Liquid's skull, knocking him the fuck over. He lay on the pier, one hand clapped over his forehead where the fish Pokemon had nailed him, cursing vibrantly in several languages.]
[The Magikarp, on the other hand, was completely KO'd. Rack up a win for Liquid's forehead.]
[One of his Pokeballs rolled out of his backpack, bumping against the unconscious fish and opening.]
[Bump. Bump. Bump. Click.]
...what the fuck?
Apparently there are bloody Pokemon in the water. God knows if I'll fucking catch something, this rod looks so shoddy that I could have made a better one.
[He leaned back on one hand, holding the fishing pole in the other.] I've been out here for bloody hours.
[There was a reason he always hated fishing. It was so. Damn. Boring.]
You know what I need? C4. If I had some C4, this would go along so much more smoothly.
[Just then, his pole jerked so hard that it was nearly wrenched out of his hand.]
Christ--!
[The Pokegear is ignored now in favor of fighting with whatever the hell was on the end of his line; it was putting up a damn good fight against the soldier. He stood and kept pulling, the muscles standing out on his arms. After several minutes of struggling, he gave one last, hard heave, and it was too much for the thing on the line.]
[It flew out of the water like a shot, making a beeline straight for Liquid's face.]
[WHACK.]
[A particularly stubborn Magikarp made contact with Liquid's skull, knocking him the fuck over. He lay on the pier, one hand clapped over his forehead where the fish Pokemon had nailed him, cursing vibrantly in several languages.]
[The Magikarp, on the other hand, was completely KO'd. Rack up a win for Liquid's forehead.]
[One of his Pokeballs rolled out of his backpack, bumping against the unconscious fish and opening.]
[Bump. Bump. Bump. Click.]
...what the fuck?