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Gale Witt
Cerulean Forest
The Emolga was quiet for a few moments before looking at him and speaking up, "Nothing much." The pokemon's voice was small and seemingly sad. He allowed her to keep talking, "My ally has died, and my best friend has been infected a while back. I have to find him before it's too lat-"
The Emolga let out a small cry, purple sparks coming out of her body. For a moment, one of Gale's claws began to rise defensively, but the pokemon to knelt down immediately afterwards. She looked to be in pain, as if she was being forced to the forest floor by an invisible force his eyes weren't advanced enough to see. "N-Not now!!! Not yet!!" it cried out, releasing a small yellow wave which seemed to stop the infected's pain. He watched her get up slowly, the pokemon panting a bit. "What... just happened," he asked himself.
Took him only about 5 seconds to identify the Emolga as a Stage-One infected. All of them were a little unstable, and acted rather odd although he hadn't really gotten to know one very well. "I'm sorry...about that," it apologized to him, the pokemon cocking it's head in an awkward angle, "Deoxys has been trying so hard to make me give in..."
Gale chuckled slightly, though it was a lower and more sinister tone this time. His mind was telling him both to attack this strange Emolga, and yet also to help it. He couldn't possibly do both. His headache grew back quickly, piercing his shell and cutting through his brain. He held his head with a claw, pinching down hard to distract himself with more pain. Wasn't a method he loved, but it was effective. He tried to dodge the previous event and start a new topic. "...My name is Gale. It would be nice to know yours."
Letting go of his head, the Scizor broke eye contact and looked ahead. "I'm going to Vermillion City. Apparently something big is going on there, and I think Deoxys sent out a legendary. I don't know exactly how you Stage Ones work... but I'd be glad to have you accompany me. ...Sorry about that ally of yours, by the way."
He was being too kind to the Emolga and he knew it. But for some reason, he didn't know what else to do. Attacking didn't seem right. Not yet. And perhaps he did need help in Vermillion. He was tired, in pain... and he felt lonely for the first time.
Cerulean Forest
The Emolga was quiet for a few moments before looking at him and speaking up, "Nothing much." The pokemon's voice was small and seemingly sad. He allowed her to keep talking, "My ally has died, and my best friend has been infected a while back. I have to find him before it's too lat-"
The Emolga let out a small cry, purple sparks coming out of her body. For a moment, one of Gale's claws began to rise defensively, but the pokemon to knelt down immediately afterwards. She looked to be in pain, as if she was being forced to the forest floor by an invisible force his eyes weren't advanced enough to see. "N-Not now!!! Not yet!!" it cried out, releasing a small yellow wave which seemed to stop the infected's pain. He watched her get up slowly, the pokemon panting a bit. "What... just happened," he asked himself.
Took him only about 5 seconds to identify the Emolga as a Stage-One infected. All of them were a little unstable, and acted rather odd although he hadn't really gotten to know one very well. "I'm sorry...about that," it apologized to him, the pokemon cocking it's head in an awkward angle, "Deoxys has been trying so hard to make me give in..."
Gale chuckled slightly, though it was a lower and more sinister tone this time. His mind was telling him both to attack this strange Emolga, and yet also to help it. He couldn't possibly do both. His headache grew back quickly, piercing his shell and cutting through his brain. He held his head with a claw, pinching down hard to distract himself with more pain. Wasn't a method he loved, but it was effective. He tried to dodge the previous event and start a new topic. "...My name is Gale. It would be nice to know yours."
Letting go of his head, the Scizor broke eye contact and looked ahead. "I'm going to Vermillion City. Apparently something big is going on there, and I think Deoxys sent out a legendary. I don't know exactly how you Stage Ones work... but I'd be glad to have you accompany me. ...Sorry about that ally of yours, by the way."
He was being too kind to the Emolga and he knew it. But for some reason, he didn't know what else to do. Attacking didn't seem right. Not yet. And perhaps he did need help in Vermillion. He was tired, in pain... and he felt lonely for the first time.