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[Alright. Okay. It's been a hell of a day, Johto, hope you're all still intact. Walter is, though not for lack of trying otherwise - he's drenched, and exhausted, and one of his legs is a giant bruise, but he is alive and currently inside and has something he needs to talk about.]
There were goddamned sharks flying around in the air out there.
[He is half-slumped in a chair in the lobby of a Goldenrod inn, a wet Houndoom collapsed across his lap - in the background, the rattle and howl of the weather outside is still audible, and the view out the window is dark.]
Sharks. You know, the kind with the teeth. Being blown around. [He runs a hand back through his hair.] I thought that was supposed to be fake? But no, there you are, dragging timbers in the driving rain, and you look up and where but into the maw of a giant fish.
What a world this is.
[now if you'll excuse him he needs to go punch lugia or something]
There were goddamned sharks flying around in the air out there.
[He is half-slumped in a chair in the lobby of a Goldenrod inn, a wet Houndoom collapsed across his lap - in the background, the rattle and howl of the weather outside is still audible, and the view out the window is dark.]
Sharks. You know, the kind with the teeth. Being blown around. [He runs a hand back through his hair.] I thought that was supposed to be fake? But no, there you are, dragging timbers in the driving rain, and you look up and where but into the maw of a giant fish.
What a world this is.
[now if you'll excuse him he needs to go punch lugia or something]
