Nn, people here are generally nice, it's kinda weird... I guess 'cause they don't know what I'm like, so they're nice?
[But it's true no one else has given her much thought like Jack does, just casual acquaintances or people she's met once and then left in her single-minded endeavor to reach Goldenrod.]
Have you been battling? It's more fun that running around going nowhere, and there's lots of opportunities for "good job"s there!
Sure, 'nice' is one way of putting it. I'd probably say terminally stupid, myself. What, you're hiding some deep dark secret? You holding out on me, cupcake?
No, not for Doom Boner there isn't. The badass flames were a lie. He sucks at battles. My cat thing's better. No wonder his owner wanted to get rid of him. That really should have been warning sign, in hindsight. I thought he'd beaten up the other ones, not just...sat on them.
I'm a normal girl!! Perfectly normal! There's nothing deep and dark about me at all!!
[End of discussion, she's not going to talk about this anymore, if she talks about it anymore then she'll probably slip up somewhere and this whole being normal thing she's been practicing all school year will all go to waste.]
Anyways... Have Cat battle some, and Boney can watch. He can learn by watching too, that's how I learned.
Ohoho...don't ever, ever play poker, kitten. You cannot bluff. At all. See, nobody denies anything like that unless there's actually something to deny.
You're talking to your old pal Jack here! Spill. What's your story? We'll talk training strategy after.
[She clamps her hands over her mouth, which, you know, doesn't do anything if she's going to continue speaking past them anyways.]
I'm not going to do it anymore, so it doesn't matter! The past is the past! I'm done with that life, and what matters is the here! and now!! Otherwise my mom'sgoingtokillme.
[Like, literally kill. With a meat cleaver. It almost happened once.]
Mafuyu. Deep breath, count to ten, that whole drill. You gotta relax. We're just having a friendly little chat here. About you. And your mysterious past. C'mon. I showed you mine.
Your mom's not even here. I am. And I'm not gonna kill you. How'd I get my stabby goat and my fire horse if I did that?
[She hates lying, and she's terrible at keeping secrets. But this is one thing she doesn't want anybody else to hear, whether it's someone illegally tapping into the phone lines or a stranger passing by and eavesdropping on their conversation.]
I'll tell you later! In person, okay? When we meet in person. [That way, if someone sneaks up on them to listen in, she can catch them and beat them until they can no longer walk or speak or spread the word.]
Kiddo, I'm not worried about whatever it is you gotta tell me.
How're the roads looking, anyway? One of the ones out of Goldenrod's been cleared, according to the rumor mill. And weren't there a couple of guys offering rides between towns last week or something? The public channel's filled with so much boring, pointless crap I...I start glazing over when I'm checking in.
[To be proud of an accomplishment at this level is sort of sad, but it's been WEEKS. And this close to cabin fever even in the great outdoors confined to half a route and a town with nothing but a few houses with a mom you aren't welcomed home by.]
There were flowers everywhere and I couldn't stop sneezing, it was terrible. The next route's a buncha trees and stuff all uprooted, so I've been trying to climb over them where the ground's not sunken in. If it's like this everywhere, I think it's better you get a plane, not a horse.
No planes, pumpkin. Bike or pokemon are the only options. There's Pokemon that fly, though, we should look into those. But hey, you're gonna be in great shape by the time you finally make it here!
[Bikes are expensive, Pokemon that can carry a person or fly with a person are also going to take time to train. Both of these she keeps in mind, but at the moment it's walking, and it's SO MUCH walking, how dare he keep rubbing it in his face.]
Either that, or by the time I get there, I'll be dead. [She sticks her tongue out at him, arms stuck straight out in front of her like a zombie.] Walkin' all day, barely anything to eat.
I don't care what you say, I wish they at least have vending machines out here! Or food stalls!! Hey, while you're in Goldenrod, can't you get some stores to do delivery, or expand their business out here? You can do that, right? With your influence and richness?
Whoah, chill pill, pumpkin. You really like food, huh?
Alright, alright, I'll send you a little something. It'll take a day or two to get there, but then I want you to stop complaining about not having anything to eat.
[And true to his word, in a couple of days a Pidgey Post will arrive along the road, with a box of dried meats, bread, cheese, energy drinks, and a box of candy.]
Of course!! [What kind of question is that? She loves food. Everyone loves food] Food is life, you know?!
[Her savior. Mafuyu is a dog: feed her, play with her, pat her on the head and he'd have a loyal companion who would die for him, kill for him, basically everything he might have wanted from Doom Boner if she were reborn as a Pokemon.]
I won't complain about food anymore! But, it gets lonely sometimes too, 'cause everyone's out there doing their own thing. So you can call me sometimes, okay? Or send me a text. Or write letters. Flash signs into the sky. Think good thoughts my way. PleasetalktomeIdon'thaveanyotherfriends.
Sometimes we've gotta be lonely, sweetheart. It sucks, but it makes you strong.
But I'll call ya. How about I give you a ring in the evenings, huh? Done with the day, we can talk about what we did. Be like hanging out.
[He knows what he's doing. She's just some girl he found, a useful tool when he's been left without any, but it doesn't matter. She could be any sweet teenage girl. People aren't replaceable - not the ones that matter, anyway - but he misses that. For years, his routine was the same. Finish work, have a little fun, then settle in to talk to Angel till he passed out. Every night he checked on her, talked to her, spent time with her. As best as could be managed, given her condition.]
[There's a god sized hole in his soul, and he'll fill it with whatever he can get his hands on. Even if it means projecting onto Mafuyu because she's there.]
[Cries, she doesn't want that sort of strength. Loneliness just makes her want to lie down and cry until she's fed up with feeling sorry for herself, going out and grabbing the first person she knows because she absolutely cannot live by herself. It makes her appreciate her Pokemon all the more, always having at least one of them outside of their Pokeballs so she'd have something of a friend by her side.
But nothing beats a person, a human voice and someone who acts interested in what she has to say instead of brushing her off and ignoring her. This is friendship, Jack!! Even if she's just a substitute and he's her world here, this is still friendship and she brightens right up at his offer.]
Okay, yeah! I'll work hard so I'll have something interesting to share every day! And you can tell me what sort of work you're doing, and how Boner's growing up!
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[But it's true no one else has given her much thought like Jack does, just casual acquaintances or people she's met once and then left in her single-minded endeavor to reach Goldenrod.]
Have you been battling? It's more fun that running around going nowhere, and there's lots of opportunities for "good job"s there!
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No, not for Doom Boner there isn't. The badass flames were a lie. He sucks at battles. My cat thing's better. No wonder his owner wanted to get rid of him. That really should have been warning sign, in hindsight. I thought he'd beaten up the other ones, not just...sat on them.
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[End of discussion, she's not going to talk about this anymore, if she talks about it anymore then she'll probably slip up somewhere and this whole being normal thing she's been practicing all school year will all go to waste.]
Anyways... Have Cat battle some, and Boney can watch. He can learn by watching too, that's how I learned.
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You're talking to your old pal Jack here! Spill. What's your story? We'll talk training strategy after.
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I'm not going to do it anymore, so it doesn't matter! The past is the past! I'm done with that life, and what matters is the here! and now!! Otherwise my mom'sgoingtokillme.
[Like, literally kill. With a meat cleaver. It almost happened once.]
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Your mom's not even here. I am. And I'm not gonna kill you. How'd I get my stabby goat and my fire horse if I did that?
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[She hates lying, and she's terrible at keeping secrets. But this is one thing she doesn't want anybody else to hear, whether it's someone illegally tapping into the phone lines or a stranger passing by and eavesdropping on their conversation.]
I'll tell you later! In person, okay? When we meet in person. [That way, if someone sneaks up on them to listen in, she can catch them and beat them until they can no longer walk or speak or spread the word.]
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[Yeah, he's got to know. What has he found himself here? He's pretty sure it's something good. The universe just loves him like that.]
Alright, I can appreciate observing security protocol. Sensitive info doesn't go over the unsecured net, I get it.
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Good. That's why you're my friend, Jack! 'Cause friends trust each other like that!
[Not to the extent of knowing each other's deepest darkest secrets, but enough that she can even consider sharing it.]
Don't worry though, it's nothing that'll affect anything I'm doing here or now. It shouldn't ever be a problem as long as there's no one here I know.
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How're the roads looking, anyway? One of the ones out of Goldenrod's been cleared, according to the rumor mill. And weren't there a couple of guys offering rides between towns last week or something? The public channel's filled with so much boring, pointless crap I...I start glazing over when I'm checking in.
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[To be proud of an accomplishment at this level is sort of sad, but it's been WEEKS. And this close to cabin fever even in the great outdoors confined to half a route and a town with nothing but a few houses with a mom you aren't welcomed home by.]
There were flowers everywhere and I couldn't stop sneezing, it was terrible. The next route's a buncha trees and stuff all uprooted, so I've been trying to climb over them where the ground's not sunken in. If it's like this everywhere, I think it's better you get a plane, not a horse.
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No planes, pumpkin. Bike or pokemon are the only options. There's Pokemon that fly, though, we should look into those. But hey, you're gonna be in great shape by the time you finally make it here!
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Either that, or by the time I get there, I'll be dead. [She sticks her tongue out at him, arms stuck straight out in front of her like a zombie.] Walkin' all day, barely anything to eat.
I don't care what you say, I wish they at least have vending machines out here! Or food stalls!! Hey, while you're in Goldenrod, can't you get some stores to do delivery, or expand their business out here? You can do that, right? With your influence and richness?
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How's that sound?
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Alright, alright, I'll send you a little something. It'll take a day or two to get there, but then I want you to stop complaining about not having anything to eat.
[And true to his word, in a couple of days a Pidgey Post will arrive along the road, with a box of dried meats, bread, cheese, energy drinks, and a box of candy.]
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[Her savior. Mafuyu is a dog: feed her, play with her, pat her on the head and he'd have a loyal companion who would die for him, kill for him, basically everything he might have wanted from Doom Boner if she were reborn as a Pokemon.]
I won't complain about food anymore! But, it gets lonely sometimes too, 'cause everyone's out there doing their own thing. So you can call me sometimes, okay? Or send me a text. Or write letters. Flash signs into the sky. Think good thoughts my way. PleasetalktomeIdon'thaveanyotherfriends.
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But I'll call ya. How about I give you a ring in the evenings, huh? Done with the day, we can talk about what we did. Be like hanging out.
[He knows what he's doing. She's just some girl he found, a useful tool when he's been left without any, but it doesn't matter. She could be any sweet teenage girl. People aren't replaceable - not the ones that matter, anyway - but he misses that. For years, his routine was the same. Finish work, have a little fun, then settle in to talk to Angel till he passed out. Every night he checked on her, talked to her, spent time with her. As best as could be managed, given her condition.]
[There's a god sized hole in his soul, and he'll fill it with whatever he can get his hands on. Even if it means projecting onto Mafuyu because she's there.]
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But nothing beats a person, a human voice and someone who acts interested in what she has to say instead of brushing her off and ignoring her. This is friendship, Jack!! Even if she's just a substitute and he's her world here, this is still friendship and she brightens right up at his offer.]
Okay, yeah! I'll work hard so I'll have something interesting to share every day! And you can tell me what sort of work you're doing, and how Boner's growing up!