War Has Changed

[ Snake is sitting outside under a tree. The weather's a bit chilly, and he's wearing a very ugly sweater with torkoal and hot chocolate on it, as well as a scarf around his neck. His head is leaning back against the tree, and his bandanna is blowing lightly in the wind.

But the sweater isn't the surprising part... It's what appears to be a baby rock snake curled up in his lap. The expression on Snake's face is a mixture of calm and discomfort... It probably didn't feel too good to have a bundle of rocks lying on your lap.

In his right hand, there's a Pokeball with a small label stuck onto it, though it's too hard to make out from a distance. Boss wanders out from behind the tree, now a formidable size, but his level was only about 10 or so. Snake had been slacking.

With a grunt, he reaches his hand into his pocket, pulling out the gear and flicking it on. His face is tired, but other than that, he looks well. ]

Boss get over here-- Oh, uh... [ He clears his throat. ] Looks like if you caught one of those flying deer, you didn't get to keep it... No flying types for me, I guess. [ A bit of a smirk and he points the video down at the snoozing Onix in his lap. ]

Instead I got this guy... Just an egg, but he hatched a few days ago. He's getting bigger every day, too... Soon he won't be able to sit on me like this without killing me, I think. [ Despite the way he talks about the rock-snake, the old man's tone is gentle. He's got a soft spot for solid snakes. ]

His name's S2. [ He lifts up the Pokeball in his hand. ] And this... An old friend. [ He nods into the video feed, a little look of sadness visible in those eyes. ] Thanks, Heather.

[ooc: for reference, S2 is currently about the length of a meter stick when he's stretched out.]