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[bittytsun]

[So there's an eight year old Silver running around. Sure, he went home for a week- or what was three years back at home- but now he's back.

And he's pretty beat up. Big scrapes and bruises, a few sharp cuts on his arm, etc. But he's ignoring that and the fact that he's on the island in favor of something else

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[brbtraining]

[Oh, hey... were you always that old? Red tries to remembers, realizes he's none too good at it still, and resigns to just meander up with autumn Deerling and Pikachu and ask.]

What're you doin', little guy?

[bittytsun]

[-Huh? Looking over, and-] Red?

[brbtraining]

Yeah... you look different. [maybe it was older-- he remembers having to look down a bit more at you]

[bittytsun]

...I went home. [And... totally forgot about the island while home...]

[typeless]

... Are you trying to catch it? [Because wow kid, you look badly beaten up.]

[bittytsun]

[He's not trying, he's going to-] Blue?

[typeless]

[Just a slight wince]

Leaf.

[bittytsun]

[But- wait, you're- wait a minute, where-

... ...Oh. He's... Back on the island...?]

[everghosting]

[Hm. A pokemon picking on a small child. Or a small child picking on a pokemon. Was that part of the thrill of the hunt? Who knew with humans these days.

Still, that was observation for you. Hmm.

She'll remain a little out of the way for now, though he's likely to see her eventually.]

[bittytsun]

[Murkrow perches up on a tree and brushes himself off a bit before Silver approaches him yet again. He swoops down with a Wing Attack, and Silver has Sneasel use Protect. Murkrow swoops back in! Sneasel uses Icy Wind! Murkrow more or less goes BITCH PLEASE and presses through it like it's nothing, punting Sneasel, and pecking Silver on the head a few times before flying off again.]

[everghosting]

[Tsk! Have a voice cackling at you from the sidelines.] You're never going to win him over that way, child.

[bittytsun]

[...Huh?] Who are you?

[bellfire_bird]

[SMALL THING WHAT ARE YOU DOING

BIRD WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

my pair of fatpidgey and i look distinctly concerned!]

[bittytsun]

[FAINT ATTACK

FUCK YOU I'M A BIRD, WING ATTACK

QUICK ATTACK!

MIRROR MOVE MOTHERFUCKER

...Damn bird...]

[bellfire_bird]

Hey...hey! You don't have to fight!

[BIRD PLEASE LISTEN TO ME?]

[bittytsun]

[What did you say I was busy fighting with this kid

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]

[mendaciousect]

[Lost in thought and being horridly close to this chaos only means Genesect may get sucked in, especially with his current pigeon toe, unnatural to his body, it sort of just happened. The little tank tailing behind closely will remind him of reality, tackling him into the grass.]

[Lecturing would ensue, but the boy has taken notice of the other kid.]

...You're doing it wrong.

[bittytsun]

[He'll pause to grumpily look over in Genesect's direction for a moment. ...Okay, fine, might as well quickly let this guy say his peace so he can be left alone.] How so?

[mendaciousect]

[He eyes the new addition of grass smears on his knees before addressing.]

Precision. You lack it.

[The boy kneels down, lifting up a layer of the exterior of the tank. It's like that of a Nintendo 64, only with a keyboard. Genesect types rapidly at the blank keys, the cannon slowly directs itself at Sneasel.]

[bittytsun]

[You're pointing something at-

Yeeeep, that's a good cue to flee without a second thought.]