I don't recall saying he wouldn't be raised just as intensively - it's simply that I'm not certain if he's suited for Gym battles or not. [Or, to put it bluntly...HIS STATS. HIS STATS ARE TERRIBLE. He's sure that this thing is, in fact, "Varia quality" (whatever...that means...) but his nature is really not a good one and dear lord some things cannot be helped.]
He was obtained through someone on the network - the individual in question seemed to have a good amount of these creatures to be sold. Various species, as well; that's also where he came from.
[Have a slightly awkward gesture toward the pig derping it up on the ground; the thing is pretty much entirely fur and nubs and snuffling, and it seems to have contented itself with looking for...something that Kimblee is half-certain only pigs know of, because he certainly can't see anything of interest over there.
Vulpix, in the meantime, is just going to be sniffing that hand being offered to him before...batting at it, though it's less of a deterrent and more of an "okay, what am I supposed to do with this" sort of thing.]
Even in the case that he were not, you could make him that way. That's what I would do, at any rate.
How fortunate. A breeder, perhaps?
[He briefly turns towards Swinub and smiles enigmatically at it. But when his attention returns to the Vulpix, it's clear which of them interests him more, at least for the time being. The hand-batting hasn't discouraged him, and he will tentatively try to pet the hair on top of the tiny fox's head. As he says so, he's quietly muttering strings of words to himself, and it probably won't take Kimblee long to realize that it's Literary Quote Time again.]
[...he'll tip his head a bit in acknowledgement of that first suggestion, but he doesn't comment; you have clearly not been around these creatures for very long.]
It certainly seemed that way; some of the creatures this man's companion had with him were apparently free of charge, so it would seem that they had a bit too much stock in that regard.
[...meanwhile, Vulpix likes you, good sir - you offer pettings and pettings are always okay!
Kimblee won't say anything about the talking to oneself that Gorthan tends to engage in, simply because he fails to find it odd; Kimblee pretty much spent seven years alone in the dark, in a cell about the size of a walk-in closet, and as such he's prone to all sorts of odd behaviors. As far as he's concerned, talking to oneself is pretty much standard.]
[Gorthan's tone becomes louder for a moment, before he finally seems to snap out of his momentary trance.]
... "One sees clearly only with the heart"... Ah, of course, can you remember that person's name?
I find that the profession of breeder has much in common with my own. I simply achieve more results, at a faster pace. The regular course of nature is far too slow and too balanced to cater to certain needs.
[He will pet the Vulpix a little more - now he understands why you keep in your arms like that. It's really warm and soft.]
... Incidentally, have you taken a look at the lake yet?
[...it takes Kimblee a moment to suss out exactly what was meant by that first sentence, there; after a moment, he seems to dismiss the first bit as connected to whatever rambling was going on there and focuses on the second.]
The breeder? I believe he used the name Xanxus. He was very abrasive, and his prices were high; I'll let you know whether they're worth the cost.
Your field of study does sound fascinating, I must admit, even if the concept of it is a bit beyond me; the chimeras in Amestris were interesting creatures as well. However, creation has never exactly been my strong suit.
[Pettings! Oh god pettings everywhere that is awesome and you should feel awesome have a lot of murrrrring noises because wheee]
I see. If I may, what was it about him that made you willing to risk getting the shorter end of such a deal?
[The affectionate noises... Gorthan actually loses his smug countenance for a moment, his eyes widening in almost childish surprise. There is just something about this situation which is simply and indescribably beautiful, and...
... and we're still right in front of a potentially dangerous person, so retaining dignity is still a priority. His cold, business-like expression will be back now.
As for the lake, um. Gorthan's never seen a lake from up close. Okay, he's seen plenty of lakes, hell, there are some on Evron, too. But blue lakes filled with dihydrogen monoxide are an Earth thing, and, so far, Gorthan has only ever watched them from screens and read about them in books.]
... I simply like lakes. This one is rather remarkable, don't you think?
[Well! Anything Kimblee was about to say regarding Xanxus goes rather out the window at that reaction to the Vulpix; it was brief, but he more than noticed it - after all, he makes a point of watching for things like that, even when he has no reason to have his guard up. Consider it an aftereffect from the war, if you like; otherwise, just know that photographic memories are very good tools to have when it comes to noticing differences.
That reaction was an incredibly open one, far moreso than what Gorthan usually gives him; that, combined with that latter response, actually gets a laugh out of him - though again, there's nothing mocking in his tone. Just. Amusement, really.]
Forgive me for that, but that was remarkably straightforward. Most seem to like justifying the things they appreciate - "I simply like this-or-that" isn't something you hear too often.
Although I can't say I agree with that thought on the lake itself - it's no more remarkable than any others I've seen, outside of, perhaps, being filled with creatures that have entirely too many teeth.
[Gorthan's eyebrows twitch with mild irritation at Kimblee's laugh. But he's also aware that, well, he should have seen it coming. He looks in the lake's direction - that means that the pettings are temporarily out of stock. Sorry Vulpix.]
If only the weather was nicer, one could swim in it, and...
[... Wait a second. That remark on creatures with teeth...? He quickly turns to face Kimblee again.]
... "Too many teeth"? Is there a story behind this idiosyncrasy of yours?
[Yes, well! After the condescension from earlier, let's just consider it even and call it a day.
...or not...although Kimblee doesn't seem too fazed by the question, simply because he'd known something of the like would probably be asked - after all, hearing something like that, he likely would have asked as well.]
I wouldn't call it an idiosyncrasy; I prefer to think of it as "a lack of desire to be mauled." It's a reasonably normal way to be if one wants to stay alive, I believe.
[His tone is light, as opposed to truly condescending; teasing, really.]
But you didn't say "creatures with a tendency to bite", or anything of the sort. You said something far more specific - "too many teeth". Placing your focus on a very specific physical characteristic as opposed to on the action itself. There has got to be a reason for that.
Of course there is - that physical characteristic is what makes the biting a bad thing in the first place. I mean, say there was...I don't know, a Wooper with a tendency to bite. That would be more annoying than dangerous - I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly concerned about being gummed to death.
You're more than welcome to have all the feelings you want on the matter; just know that attempting to goad me by claiming this to be some sort of fear will get you about as far as pressing me does, especially since that sort of "fear" is simply a part of how humans are. It's a natural instinct to be wary of creatures larger than oneself, especially if those creatures contain full sets of fangs; this isn't a difficult concept.
[There are actually no implications intended by the references to human nature; it's simply how Kimblee speaks to people. Humans are what they are, and Kimblee observes them, and he talks about them like he doesn't belong among them. So it goes.]
Swimming is never something I've done much of, anyway; I can't say that I enjoy it very much.
[There's likely been a little misunderstanding, but Gorthan has to prove a point now.]
... Will you wait a moment?
[Regardless of Kimblee's reply to that, Gorthan will walk off - towards the Route 44 pond, because that is the "lake" that he meant - and return about five minutes later, with his clothes completely soaked, holding the ever-so-dangerous Pokémon Poliwag by the tail. It squeaks in fear, a little stupidly.]
Larger than yourself, and with a full set of fangs...?
[...all right, hold on. Kimblee is going to take his sweet time coming up with some sort of response, either physical or verbal; he has a lot of responses in his "Let's pretend to be a sane person!" arsenal, both appropriate and applicable to various circumstances, but once in a while a situation comes along that's either so horribly shocking or so blatantly stupid that he has no idea what to do.
Here's a hint: This one is not the former.
So Kimblee will just stand there for a good long moment, staring blankly and trying to figure out what to do with his face, because really? Really...?]
You...are aware that there's far more than that in the lake in question, right?
[He lets the Poliwag go. Said Poliwag rapidly scuttles back to his watery home.]
Yes. This [He pulls out the Gear and holds it so Kimblee can see the Poliwhirl on the screen.] - notice the lack of a mouth - and this [The screen now shows Remoraid.], with the impressive number of no more than four teeth whose nature is probably cartilage-like and non-calcified.
He was obtained through someone on the network - the individual in question seemed to have a good amount of these creatures to be sold. Various species, as well; that's also where he came from.
[Have a slightly awkward gesture toward the pig derping it up on the ground; the thing is pretty much entirely fur and nubs and snuffling, and it seems to have contented itself with looking for...something that Kimblee is half-certain only pigs know of, because he certainly can't see anything of interest over there.
Vulpix, in the meantime, is just going to be sniffing that hand being offered to him before...batting at it, though it's less of a deterrent and more of an "okay, what am I supposed to do with this" sort of thing.]
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How fortunate. A breeder, perhaps?
[He briefly turns towards Swinub and smiles enigmatically at it. But when his attention returns to the Vulpix, it's clear which of them interests him more, at least for the time being. The hand-batting hasn't discouraged him, and he will tentatively try to pet the hair on top of the tiny fox's head. As he says so, he's quietly muttering strings of words to himself, and it probably won't take Kimblee long to realize that it's Literary Quote Time again.]
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It certainly seemed that way; some of the creatures this man's companion had with him were apparently free of charge, so it would seem that they had a bit too much stock in that regard.
[...meanwhile, Vulpix likes you, good sir - you offer pettings and pettings are always okay!
Kimblee won't say anything about the talking to oneself that Gorthan tends to engage in, simply because he fails to find it odd; Kimblee pretty much spent seven years alone in the dark, in a cell about the size of a walk-in closet, and as such he's prone to all sorts of odd behaviors. As far as he's concerned, talking to oneself is pretty much standard.]
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... "One sees clearly only with the heart"... Ah, of course, can you remember that person's name?
I find that the profession of breeder has much in common with my own. I simply achieve more results, at a faster pace. The regular course of nature is far too slow and too balanced to cater to certain needs.
[He will pet the Vulpix a little more - now he understands why you keep in your arms like that. It's really warm and soft.]
... Incidentally, have you taken a look at the lake yet?
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The breeder? I believe he used the name Xanxus. He was very abrasive, and his prices were high; I'll let you know whether they're worth the cost.
Your field of study does sound fascinating, I must admit, even if the concept of it is a bit beyond me; the chimeras in Amestris were interesting creatures as well. However, creation has never exactly been my strong suit.
[Pettings! Oh god pettings everywhere that is awesome and you should feel awesome have a lot of murrrrring noises because wheee]
...as for the lake, I have. Why do you ask?
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[The affectionate noises... Gorthan actually loses his smug countenance for a moment, his eyes widening in almost childish surprise. There is just something about this situation which is simply and indescribably beautiful, and...
... and we're still right in front of a potentially dangerous person, so retaining dignity is still a priority. His cold, business-like expression will be back now.
As for the lake, um. Gorthan's never seen a lake from up close. Okay, he's seen plenty of lakes, hell, there are some on Evron, too. But blue lakes filled with dihydrogen monoxide are an Earth thing, and, so far, Gorthan has only ever watched them from screens and read about them in books.]
... I simply like lakes. This one is rather remarkable, don't you think?
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That reaction was an incredibly open one, far moreso than what Gorthan usually gives him; that, combined with that latter response, actually gets a laugh out of him - though again, there's nothing mocking in his tone. Just. Amusement, really.]
Forgive me for that, but that was remarkably straightforward. Most seem to like justifying the things they appreciate - "I simply like this-or-that" isn't something you hear too often.
Although I can't say I agree with that thought on the lake itself - it's no more remarkable than any others I've seen, outside of, perhaps, being filled with creatures that have entirely too many teeth.
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If only the weather was nicer, one could swim in it, and...
[... Wait a second. That remark on creatures with teeth...? He quickly turns to face Kimblee again.]
... "Too many teeth"? Is there a story behind this idiosyncrasy of yours?
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...or not...although Kimblee doesn't seem too fazed by the question, simply because he'd known something of the like would probably be asked - after all, hearing something like that, he likely would have asked as well.]
I wouldn't call it an idiosyncrasy; I prefer to think of it as "a lack of desire to be mauled." It's a reasonably normal way to be if one wants to stay alive, I believe.
[His tone is light, as opposed to truly condescending; teasing, really.]
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[Now we call it even!]
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Of course there is - that physical characteristic is what makes the biting a bad thing in the first place. I mean, say there was...I don't know, a Wooper with a tendency to bite. That would be more annoying than dangerous - I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly concerned about being gummed to death.
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In any case, if your fear makes it impossible for you to enjoy swimming in a lake, you have my deepest condolences.
[Not that Gorthan has ever swum in a lake... damn, why is it almost winter? Of course, "Can spring be far behind?", and all that.]
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[There are actually no implications intended by the references to human nature; it's simply how Kimblee speaks to people. Humans are what they are, and Kimblee observes them, and he talks about them like he doesn't belong among them. So it goes.]
Swimming is never something I've done much of, anyway; I can't say that I enjoy it very much.
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... Will you wait a moment?
[Regardless of Kimblee's reply to that, Gorthan will walk off - towards the Route 44 pond, because that is the "lake" that he meant - and return about five minutes later, with his clothes completely soaked, holding the ever-so-dangerous Pokémon Poliwag by the tail. It squeaks in fear, a little stupidly.]
Larger than yourself, and with a full set of fangs...?
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Here's a hint: This one is not the former.
So Kimblee will just stand there for a good long moment, staring blankly and trying to figure out what to do with his face, because really? Really...?]
You...are aware that there's far more than that in the lake in question, right?
[Oh, look, words. There they are.]
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Yes. This [He pulls out the Gear and holds it so Kimblee can see the Poliwhirl on the screen.] - notice the lack of a mouth - and this [The screen now shows Remoraid.], with the impressive number of no more than four teeth whose nature is probably cartilage-like and non-calcified.
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