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David | Old Snake ([personal profile] imthe_shit) wrote2011-01-17 01:16 pm

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[ Entering Violet City is Old Snake. He's coming in via Route 36, looking tired and a little confused, but well enough. In his arms is a Snubbull wearing a bow on one of its ears. Looking around, the old soldier takes a moment to crouch down and take out his Pokegear, making a quick note. ]

Otacon, Heather, I'm in Violet now. Made it here safe and sound... But there's a weird Pokemon on Route 36. Looks like it really hates water, must not actually be a tree... I tried to catch it, but it got away. I caught a few more Pokemon on the way over here anyway, so that's good I guess.


[pause.]


I guess I should meet up with Raiden and Vulcan Raven. [Stands up slowly.]

Shnub.

Hnn? Shnubble. [Looks like Juliette the Snubbull is feeling sad again, so Snake kneels down again and places her on his knee, giving her head some gentle strokes.]

...Shnuuubbllleeee... [Seemed she liked that, but as soon as Snake stopped, she grabs his hand. 8| WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON'T STOP.] Shnububle!

... Right...

[identity profile] callmeadam.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He's finally been persuaded to come outside the Pokemon Center, hanging around outside with Tsarevna on his head.]

[identity profile] imthe-shit.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Looks over, noting the man standing there. He turns his head a bit.] Hn?

[identity profile] callmeadam.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[The Pidgey puffs her chest out, watching the old man from her post.]

Hey.

[identity profile] imthe-shit.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
... [Recalls a man like this. Why was he so familiar?]

[identity profile] callmeadam.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives the old man his signature hand gesture.]

Call me Ocelot.

[identity profile] imthe-shit.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
........ [That was why. He remembers now... Ocelot had been here before, but not the one he remembered. A much younger Ocelot.]



Oh. [ Was it ever hard to imagine. ]