imthe_shit | [ action / backdated to November 29th ]

[ The tornado had finally stopped, and Snake had been able to leave the center, taking a look around. Downed trees, parts of roofs blown off... Kind of amazing the center had little to no damage.

He could see people working together with their Pokemon, already clearing the wreckage and putting the town back together. Looking upward, the old soldier stared up at the tower. ]

That thing's still standing, huh.

[ He'd seen it in pamphlets about Mahogany Town, since he had nothing better to read while he was holed up in the center. Amazing. It was still raining, though, and Snake didn't have an umbrella with him-- probably not a good idea to bring out Boss.

So, he wandered over to a nearby tree, one of the ones still standing, and leaned against it, patting himself down for a cigarette. He had his octo-camo with him, but he couldn't get the damn thing to work... Must have glitched somewhere along the way, so instead he was dressed in more casual wear. A black turtleneck, camo pants... This was his usual outfit from the last time he was here, too. Not to mention the bandanna around his forehead. ]

Hhn... Where the hell are they... [ Finally, he finds the pack and opens it, realizing there were only two cigarettes left. He frowns considerably. ] ... Damn tortoise...

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_{[She seems to be running fashionably late.]

[After a time, though, Snake may hear a familiar sound-- a deep bark, coming from somewhere off down the road. Not that it's all that different from the other various Pokemon noises drifting around-- but shortly thereafter, a bulky orange shape comes bounding around the corner, creamy tail happily flagged and mane bounding up and down between his ears. It's Cujo, and he's grown considerably since the last time Snake saw him. He's almost bigger than a St. Bernard at this point.]

[He's looking over his shoulder even as he bounces down the street, tongue lolling out of his mouth, and it's not long before his trainer emerges.]}

CUJO! If you knock somebody over I'm not gonna step in when their Pokemon wallops you!

_{[Unlike Cujo, she hasn't grown any-- but the years are still visible. Less in her appearance than in the way she presents herself. She's in that leather coat Liquid gave her (but the green bandanna tied around the shoulder is a gift from someone else entirely... the same person who gave her a smoky tortoise and a giant white owl), and her hair is more wild than ever-- the black roots stretching carelessly into the dye. She's tanner and leaner.]

[But the crooked grin that springs onto her face when she spots Snake and waves is exactly the same.]}

SNAKE!

_{[There's a trail of smoke on the horizon and a slow plod, plod, plod of orange feet as Henry comes trailing after the old Torkoal. The pokemon isn't in any hurry even through the rain.]

[Henry, however, is being a weenie and trying to urge Marlboro forward while hunkering over and fanning out his jacket. A second stream of smoke billows out from under the hood. Henry has been using the turtle for a smoking cover.]}

C'mon, you gotta go faster than that.

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