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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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[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.]

[mendaciousect]

[Not catching the escape. Gen's getting into it. Besides the cannon is set to lock-on.]

Mister Blaster I request the activation of the Blaze Cassette please!

[After a couple bleeps, the tank begins to shine, its color beginning to gradually fade into red. A small beam of light of the same color is shot out, heading to Sneasel.]