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[recrimination]

[When the video flickers on, you get a lovely view of a silver-haired girl, screen carefully centered to perfection because Franziska would accept no less and it's amazing what a little girl can do with a crop and a heavy sense of conviction. There is a bulbasaur to her side. It looks vaguely disgruntled, but she pays it no mind. Franziska flicks

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[itsahoot]

[This place is so loud. Hearing that yell, Digger practically leaps out of his skin, whirling around to see who could be making that noise-- he can't help but stare openly at this person, who just keeps talking and talking and talking...

Yeah, he used to be an owl. He can keep up this motionless-staring thing for a long time. Even after she's done he watches her, because she's intimidating, and where he comes from you don't let intimidating things out of your sight!

When he speaks, it is to the Diglett beside him, whose presence he has gotten more or less used to in the past hour or so. He does not seem to notice that he is very much in earshot.]

She's-- she's very angry, isn't she?

[recrimination]

[o no u didn't. You can bet your nonexistent beaks and feathers that Franziska heard that, judging from the sullen expression on her face and her steady marching pace to where you are, followed by a rather wary looking bulbasaur.

She'll just be looming over you with that crop of hers. No worries.]

Did you have something you wish to impart to my face?

[itsahoot]

[Digger visibly shrinks. oh he wishes he could just. dig and dig until she cannot see him anymore. He stares up at her in abject fear.]

N-no. Well. Just. Er. You don't seem... pleased.

[oh glaux please don't kill him]

ahhhh typo

[recrimination]

[Crossing her arms! At this point, she pretty much resembles the poster girl of not being pleased. Carry on.]

That is because I am not pleased. Your observation is pointless.

[Pointing her crop at you dramatically!]

You. What do you know about this situation?

[itsahoot]

[He flinches from the crop, if possible shrinking even more into himself. This was a lot easier to do when he had feathers; as it is, he just looks kind of ridiculous.]

I--! I don't know anything, I'm afraid-- sorry-- nothing at all. Absolutely nothing. I just. Suddenly was here. I've lost my tree, you see, and I don't know where this is, and-- [oh god she is so scary STOP GLARING AT HIM] S-sorry.

[recrimination]

[... so it appears that this person doesn't have anything of importance to contribute. She would feel bad for scaring him like this if she were any other person, but since she isn't, she doesn't. Not particularly, anyway. She lowers her crop with a disgruntled air.

........ okay fine she feels a little bad for terrifying him like that. Have a pointed look.]

Stop babbling. It's irritating.

[itsahoot]

[Digger relaxes very slightly with the removal of the crop from his immediate personal space.]

Sorry.

...And, er. I'm sorry you're not pleased. I'm not either.

[This is intended to be helpful.]

[recrimination]

[... well, she does appreciate honesty above all else. She huffs.]

Evidently. This entire situation is entirely foolish.

[Aaaand giving your Diglett a look. ... pause. She points at it.]

... and what is that supposed to be?

[itsahoot]

[He glances down at it briefly, then back up at her.]

This? It's... er. Well. It's been following me, you see. I'm not actually sure what it is, I mean we don't have them where I come from-- it says "Diglett."

[The Diglett pipes up with an affirmative "Diglett!"]

I... I see you have a thing, too. [Sure doesn't look anything like his, though...]

[recrimination]

[As if on cue, the bulbasaur grunts and shifts nervously. She looks down at it, and then back at the Diglett.]

I see. So that is your partner.

[She crouches down and examines the... Diglett.]

And what does it do? What is it capable of it?

[itsahoot]

Er. My partner? Hm.

[He glances down at it again. It looks back up at him, but doesn't offer any demonstration.]

It... it can dig. I mean, see, look at how the ground's all turned up around it. And, er. It scratched someone earlier. Dunno what else it does, though... I suppose I'd ask it, but it only says "Diglett!"

[recrimination]

[... it scratched someone? Okay, she'll be drawing herself up now, tightening her grip on her crop.]

Is that so. And I hope you have the prudence to exercise control over it.

[Giving it a look. Again. Smile.] However, it looks to be weaker than my Bulbasaur. Though with its small stature, I suppose it suits you.

[itsahoot]

[W-was... that an insult? He's not actually sure. But he draws himself up a little bit! Because he is not that much smaller!]

I'll have you know that size has nothing to do with an individual's ability to contribute to the greater community! [Gylfie said that once! He only mostly knows what it means but it sounds impressive!]

And... anyway, I don't want to control it. It's not mine. It only scratched that person because he stepped on it. [He does look rather upset about this.] Besides, why does it matter if yours is stronger?

[recrimination]

It matters because it is a competition, and competitions are won by the strongest. [haughty haughty haughty] And while I will cede that size does not impede on the individual's ability to contribute to the community, I would like to remind you that I did not say otherwise, and merely implied that because you are both small beings, the two of you are suited to each other.

Lastly, if you could better control that monster, then the chances of others stepping on him will significantly reduce itself. Do you see what you must do, now?

[itsahoot]

[...he doesn't think he likes this person very much.]

But-- but strength isn't the only thing that matters! Right cause and strength of gizzard can be more important than strength of numbers or of simple might! [He is sure of this! It's how they won the war against the Pure Ones, after all!]

...Besides. I don't want to compete. I only want to go back to Ga'Hoole. To my friends.