Third Psalm || Meet the Houndour [Acc. Video][Pokemon Post]

[hallowbethylies]

The gear switches on with a rumbling clatter of an object hitting ice, and not to mention the slightly quieter bang of a person hitting the ice too. The device slides to a stop and shows the image of everyone's favourite Priest (pffft no) banging on the ground, followed by a loud growl of anger.

As Vincent's off sliding into a rock, Valtiel- who is

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Video; Of course. Is there any better suitable starter for Rose than an Insufferable Prick? :3c

[usedtherapy]

[[There's a stoic stare from the Quagsire a moment, as if he's having a hard time believing what he's hearing, before he gently pushes the Dratini out of the way.]]

Alright, my little fire pup friend, first of all my name's not 'Gilly and I'. It's Insufferable Prick, and-

I thought your name was Dave?

Derp, why don't you go find Fleecy and a pair of Mareep and see if you can't sheer him some new wool? Poor guy's naked and that's probably embarrassing. I mean who's ever heard of a woolless sheep? That's like a scaleless dragon.

What?! How terrible! I'll go help with that right away! [[The little dragon starts worming his way off screen, but stops for a moment.]] And his name's Halos, Dave! Don't be so mean to him! [[And then he's gone. Now, I would say that the Quagsire turned his attention back to the 'gear, sighing heavily in exasperation, but Prick doesn't do that.

He's as chill as ever here. Glaceon ain't got nothing on this Pokemon.]]

As I was saying, name's Insufferable Prick. Just call me Prick, everyone does, and the full thing is only used when Rosephine is pissed at me or something. Got her apron in a knot over who knows what. Flighty broad's always on the up and up about something.

Now listen here, you gotta stop right where you are about the too weak thing. The second you start thinking you're too weak, you're done for. KO'd. Knocked out. Dead.

Okay well not dead because of revives and Pokecenters and all that shit but you get the gist.

You're not weak, you're just not strong enough yet. Just takes some training. Go and show those ice Pokemon what you're made of, even if your trainer isn't telling you to. You're a fire type, should be able to take out any old Jack Frost that comes your way.

[[And another pause. One for ironically dramatic suspense.]]

Yeah, sure, I'll be your friend Firefangs.

♥ Good names, best Prick.

[hallowbethylies]

[He watches them both talk with a tilted head, but that bops back up to attention when he speaks to just him, and even more so when he accepts the friend request.]

Okay, Prick! I'll try my hardest! Thank you new friend!

c:

[usedtherapy]

Don't mention it. And if you need any help, feel free to give me a ring. Just tell whoever answers you're looking for Prick. Unless it's Gilly. If you get Gilly, just sit and listen and nod like you understand whatever the hell she's rambling about. She'll shut up sooner.

[hallowbethylies]

Thank you, Prick!

Gilly? Is Gilly your friend too?

[usedtherapy]

Yeah, she's a pretty cool Pokesephine. Too serious sometimes, way to 'sophisticated', but whatever. You'd probably like her though.

[hallowbethylies]

I like everyone!

[usedtherapy]

...I have a crop of Pokebros you should meet. Miss Cottontail being one of them. Casey loves everybunny and there's certainly more than a hare's chance of being friends with her. In fact you could probably just look at her and she'd think you're friends. All "oh my god he looked at me! This means we are friends for life!" and shit. You'd never get away from her.

You'd probably like Cocoa and Tron too. Fucking Leafeon and Rotom can't sit still for more than a minute and need more friends to distract them I swear. Lestat's probably close to killing them both by now, and if not he's got a stronger will than I thought.