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[Machamp's fiddling with the PokeDex in an attempt to find a more in-depth map of the cave ahead (yes, he's a very focused Machamp). Unable to do so, he gives up and sets it down against Snow's pack, heading off to train. Without turning it off.
And it's pointing at Snow. At least, it is part of the time. He spends maybe fifteen seconds pacing on and offscreen, looking thoughtful. You can probably hear him say:] --gotta figure this out. [Then he stops, his hands lifting palms-out and his fingers flexing slightly.] Waterga. [Nothing happens. He frowns, then lifts a hand to swing it almost as if he's throwing some sort of ball.] Firaga! [No dice. He exhales forcefully in frustration, dropping to one knee and driving a fist into the ground.] THUNDARA!
F-Flaaffy!?
[And he's glancing off to the side, to the sheep-Thundara.]
Hey, c'mon. I didn't mean you... Don't gimme that look, okay?
[Snow's lifting his hand from the ground now, shaking it to get rid of most of the dirt, the other hand reaching up to rest on the back of his head a second before extending to the now-approaching Flaaffy. She seems uncertain, which he nips at the bud by pulling her into a one-armed hug.]
You aren't in trouble. It's just... that's magic, where I'm from. You've got Thundershock, I've got Thundara. [A pause, and his head drops slightly, gaze on the dent in the dirt where his fist made impact. His voice is quieter now, but the camera can still pick it up, just a little.] I'm gonna make it work. Somehow, anyway. Just you watch.
And it's pointing at Snow. At least, it is part of the time. He spends maybe fifteen seconds pacing on and offscreen, looking thoughtful. You can probably hear him say:] --gotta figure this out. [Then he stops, his hands lifting palms-out and his fingers flexing slightly.] Waterga. [Nothing happens. He frowns, then lifts a hand to swing it almost as if he's throwing some sort of ball.] Firaga! [No dice. He exhales forcefully in frustration, dropping to one knee and driving a fist into the ground.] THUNDARA!
F-Flaaffy!?
[And he's glancing off to the side, to the sheep-Thundara.]
Hey, c'mon. I didn't mean you... Don't gimme that look, okay?
[Snow's lifting his hand from the ground now, shaking it to get rid of most of the dirt, the other hand reaching up to rest on the back of his head a second before extending to the now-approaching Flaaffy. She seems uncertain, which he nips at the bud by pulling her into a one-armed hug.]
You aren't in trouble. It's just... that's magic, where I'm from. You've got Thundershock, I've got Thundara. [A pause, and his head drops slightly, gaze on the dent in the dirt where his fist made impact. His voice is quieter now, but the camera can still pick it up, just a little.] I'm gonna make it work. Somehow, anyway. Just you watch.