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[bellfire_bird]

[Island, you are just the kindest. You provide for your resident's interests so skillfully. This mountain of broken technology and books...it is exquisite.

Ho-oh has set himself down on the edge of the pile, poring through these books of SCIENCE with huge eyes and an absolutely fascinated expression. Nearby, a Quilava amuses itself by trying to

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[neededacrit]

[Oh damn, is that--? Could it be--?

Technology!

Green is immediately rummaging, throwing whatever chips and wires suite his fancy into his bag. Maybe he should have Pidgeot take some pieces, or he could come back, or--

He might be tripping over a Quilava.]

[bellfire_bird]

[A Quilava might be barbecuing your foot.

Which, of course, grabs Ho-oh's attention.]

-FLICKER, NO!

[and racing over to do damage control...]

[neededacrit]

[WHAT THE F--OOT ON FIRE!?

Green's rather concerned with stomping that out into the dirt, though he might be manically grabbing for a Pokeball]

[bellfire_bird]

[I CAN FIX THAT I CAN FIX THAT

except I can't, so after chattering angrily a bit, Flicker Mud-Slaps the fire into oblivion.

sorry bout your muddy foot bro]

[neededacrit]

[Mud is considerably better than FIRE-- but excuse Green looking rather grumpy over it, pokeball in hand but not released. He'll look at Ho-oh with some disdain]

.....

[bellfire_bird]

Sorry.

[neededacrit]

[eeeeerg]

Watch out next time... [he did not want to get into a battle over this, so he can only be a bit relieved over getting out with just a slightly singed, if now muddy shoe.]

[bellfire_bird]

She's sort of tame, but not...very controlled.

["quil >8T"]

Is there something I can do to fix that...?

[neededacrit]

No, it's whatever... [he's more bitter about the pieces she was burning up, he'll never know if they were useful now!]

[bellfire_bird]

Sorry.

[shaaaame]

[neededacrit]

[he'll just shrug, distracted by something like an antenna. He'll pull it out of the pile to inspect]

Where'd all this come from, anyway?

[bellfire_bird]

I don't know. It was just...there. And I was curious, so...

[neededacrit]

[he's taking this, are there any more? He'll start rummaging--]

Don't mind if I snag some stuff, right?

[bellfire_bird]

It's not mine, so I guess you're free to it.

[...watching you rummage.

STUFF FROM THE ~FUTURE~ *A* ]

[neededacrit]

Good, I want to poke around some of this stuff... [antennas galore, it seems. he'll stuff some of the pieces into his bag]

Pretty wacky stuff, I haven't seen much like it... [YELLOW VERSION REPRESENT]

[bellfire_bird]

What is that?

[antennaaaa...]