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Casefile 002 - Video / Action for Olivine

[In the aftermath of the mess with Lugia and the radio signal, Harry has decided it's time to figure out just how all this battling and capture stuff people keep talking about works. Lara is standing ready, or rather bouncing excitedly that she finally gets to attack something besides the back of Harry's head. Their target - a Magikarp slowly flopping its way back towards the ocean. Harry looks less than enthused.]

I actually need to fight this thing? Looks like it's about to keel over on its own anyway...

Smoo!

I feel like I'm beating up a kid for his lunch money or something.

[Harry pulls out a Pokeball, looking briefly between it and the sad little Magikarp. Maybe he doesn't need to actually fight it?]

Uh... go. Catch. Thing.

[Harry tosses the ball experimentally at the Magikarp. Predictably, it does nothing, and the fish's flailing tail smacks the ball back at Harry, sending it painfully into his forehead. Harry bites back some profanities, and Lara looks far more smug than should be possible for a baby Pokemon.]

Ow- hell's bells...

Chum!

Yes yes, I bow to your superior wisdom. Uh...

[Harry realizes he isn't sure how to actually initiate battle.]

...Go-go Gadget Pokemon?

SMOOCHUM!

[It's apparently good enough, as Lara dives at the Magikarp with an unhealthy gusto and the battle music starts on. Harry is just a bit horrified at her apparent enthusiasm for violence. He looks at the Pokegear, scanning the information about Smoochum's abilities.]

Yeah. Pound attack. Keep doing that, I guess.

SMOO!

Lick? That just sounds wrong... they really market these things to kids?

[Lara takes her cue from Harry, giving the Magikarp a Lick attack, leaving it shuddering in paralysis. Harry grimaces a bit, tossing the Pokeball again. There's a flash of light, and the Pokeball falls to the ground. It shakes once, twice, three times... and is still.]

-click-

SMOO~

[Lara triumphantly grabs the Pokeball and holds it aloft, a brief 'Item Get' motif playing in the background music.]

I refuse to believe that actually worked.

Smoochu.

[Harry is clearly just jealous of her success, in Lara's opinion.]

Okay, I just managed to catch one of these things...

[The camera turns away from Harry for a moment to point at a Magikarp splashing around in the surf near Olivine city. Lara is in the shallows as well, splashing back at the Magikarp. The fish appears oblivious to the game, but this hasn't deterred the Smoochum. The camera shifts back to Harry.]

All it's done so far is... that. I figured it was from being on land, but it's still not doing anything even in the water. These things do anything outside of being sashimi?

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_{[Fetching was, of course, what Cujo did best.]

[That is, when he wasn't doing best at licking, turning in circles, jumping on people, taking up most of the bed, or barking at nothing.]

[But for the moment, fetching was all that was on his mind. And luckily for Harry, number three on that list of things Cujo was good at just so happened to be included in this package!]

[Please enjoy the forty-or-so pounds of PURE DOG careening in your general direction, Harry.]}

[Harry's brain, as happened so often, seemed to be working against him. Lara threw the Pokeball and Harry, on instinct, snaked out a hand and caught it.]

[Right as Cujo leaped for it as well. Hardly the biggest thing to tackle Harry, but the Growlithe had the distinct advantage of catching him off-guard.]

[Harry goes down in a mess of overenthusiastic dog, making a valiant effort to untangle himself and protect the Pokeball.]

_{[OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY YAY BALL KISSES BALL FRIEND BALL BALL BALL BALL oh hey sand is kind of nasty-tasting BALL OH BOY.]

[That was more or less a summary of what was going through Cujo's head as he wrestled with the (ex?) wizard, dolloping generous amounts of slobber onto Harry's face between attempts at snagging the ball.]}

[Harry is doing his best to get tiger-doggy to settle down and stop trying slobber him to death, which amounts to a fair bit of sputtering and unsuccessful attempts to modify the little bit of martial arts training he had for use against dogs. The end result was slightly less humiliating than the Mold Demon Incident, but mostly because there were no witnesses.]

[Lara is doing her part to help from the sidelines. Wherein "help" is defined as egging on Cujo as much as possible.]

Sit! Oh, hell-

[And the Pokeball slips from Harry's grasp...]

_{[The moment that ball leaves Harry's hands, Cujo is on it like a cheap suit. He snatches it up in his jaws and proceeds to immediately dance out of reach, tail high and flagging. Lara's cheering, like any good egg-onner, is pretty much just making everything worse for poor Harry.]

[Once he's JUST beyond arm's reach, he drops into the universal play-bow, butt wiggling. The body language is universal: CHASE MEEEEEEEE.]}

Oooooh, explitive...

[Harry slowly picks himself up, crouching and trying not to startle the tigerdoggy into bolting. That he just wants to play is very clear, but Harry's got personal experience in how rough overenthusiastic dogs can be with toys.]

Hey, okay there Hobbes, why don't you just hand that over and I'll get a nice treat for you...

[Probably not buying it. All right then, time for bait and switch. Moving slowly, Harry reaches into his pack and pulls out another Pokeball, this one empty of any crunchable inhabitants.]

[He holds it up for Cujo to see]

See the ball, boy? You want this one instead? Want the ball?

_{[Promises of treats did little to nothing (it was honestly unclear just how much Cujo understood of plain English)-- but the sight of another ball? That was a totally different story.]

[The Growlithe skidded to a halt in the sand, staring back at Harry wide-eyed, the Pokeball still in his mouth.]

[He.... he wanted it. He wanted it real bad. Oh please throw it please please please please.]}

[All right, he'd gotten tigerdog's attention. That was good, step one successfully completed. Step two... Harry wasn't sure, beyond keeping Cujo interested in the empty Pokeball. Step three was ~~profit!~~ getting the wall-eyed fish back.]

You like the ball, boy? Huh?

[Harry tosses the empty in his hand a bit, acting like he might be about to throw it.]

Just drop the other one and you can-

[Lara rushes past Harry, attempting to prompt Cujo into a game of chase. With Harry. Her legs are far too short to do it properly herself, naturally.]

_{[YES. YES HE LIKED THE BALL VERY MUCH.]

[Almost hypnotized, the dog took a few steps forward, tail wagging hopefully, eyes locked squarely onto the empty ball.]

[... Well, until Lara broke his trance, anyway.]}

WUFF!

_{[AAAAAND HERE HE COMES LIKE A SHOT RUBBER BAND-- ... well, until the cavalry arrives, anyway.]}

CUJO! HEY! Leave that poor guy alone!

_{[At long last, there's Cujo's trainer, jogging down the beach towards them. And flailing. Just a little.]}

Hey! Heel!

[As Cujo takes off, Lara does her best to keep up. Harry does a bit better, hastily scooping Lara up to keep her out of further trouble before taking off after the tigerdoggy. He's got a lot of experience running, admittedly usually AWAY from something, but the sand still made it tough going.]

[And... there was someone who knew the tiger-thing, apparently. Trainer, probably. In this case, the cavalry.]

[Normally, Harry didn't object to other people hoarding the Big Damn Heroes moments, but in this case it was a little embarrassing. Getting rescued from a game of fetch gone wrong.]

If anyone asks, this was all part of some master plan, got it?

_{[Heather comes to a halt a short distance away, panting slightly and watching her dog hightail it down the shoreline. He wouldn't go TOO far before coming back, she knew-- chasing him just made it worse. So she turns to Harry instead.]}

Your secret's safe with me, Beastmaster.

_{[Yeah, she'd seen at least part of the epic struggle-- she'd just been too far away to get there in time.]}

Er-- sorry about that. He's... a little special. He didn't hurt you or your Pokemon any, did he?

[And the cavalry was actually close enough to hear him. Ah well. Maybe he could claim that the comment was part of some sort of master plan, too.]

Beastmaster, huh? Long as it's the first one and not the sequel.

Not unless you think he's likely to eat that Pokeball, no. Just my dignity. ...And that's been in and out of traction since 2002 or so.

Fair enough. Sequels are usually bad news, anyway.

And uh... nnno, he's-- yeah, he's not the one anybody needs to be worried about in terms of, uh... ball-chomping. _{[Sure, she'd had to extract more than one of her possessions from his jaws via Tug-of-War Deathmatch, but he was usually pretty good about not ruining things... now, her Totodile, on the other hand...]}

Hang on, I'll see if I can get it back're something... CUJO! HEY! Get back here!

_{[The little orange blob far down the beach stopped getting smaller for a second as Cujo paused to look back at the two trainers.]}

...Yeah, not even touching that one.

Anyway, thanks for the help. I have enough trouble keeping this one out of trouble. Dunno what I'll do if she gets too big to pick up.

[Lara looks a bit indignant, and chews a little at Harry's hand to make her displeasure known.]

Uh- we talked over the Gear thing, right? Don't think I ever got around to introducing myself. Name's Harry Dresden.

_{[Heather lets out a quiet hiss as Cujo loses interest and goes running off again.]}

Ugh, stupid dog-- sorry, he'll come back as soon as he realizes we're not chasing him. Anyway, uh--

Oh. Hey, we did! Didn't recognize you at first. Harry, huh?

_{[She sticks out a hand.]}

I'm Heather. Mason.

[Harry considers waving the empty ball around to try tempting Cujo back, but that might just spur him to greater heights of hyperactivity. He makes a note to give Mouse a carton of Milk Bones when he gets home, for being such a mellow pet.]

[For the moment, he settles for shaking Heather's hand.]

You said you've been here around a year, right? The animals going nuts and making a giant rainstorm, is that a regular thing?

_{[She's got a firm-as-hell grip-- one of those classic teen 'haha I'm tough so I'm squeezing hard to make a point!' handshakes. She picked up that habit somewhere during early high school and just never grew out of it.]}

Well, not the storm, specifically, but... weird things happen every so often here. That was one in a line of many.

_{[She holds up one arm, which has a fairly nasty still-healing wound over one elbow.]}

Probably the most painful, though.

_{[GUESS WHOSE TOTODILE HAS TO WEAR A MUZZLE NOW.]}

All right, then. Regular weirdness I can deal with.

...It hasn't rained frogs or anything since you've been here, has it?

[Harry winces a little in sympathy as she shows him the wound. He's been injured enough to have a decent idea of how much that probably hurt.]

Ouch. A wild one, or..?

Rained frogs? Nope. Everything got covered in the stuff that blue-raspberry Jolly Ranchers are made of last summer, though.

_{[THAT HAD BEEN FUN. NOT.]}

And nope, one of mine. Always been bitey, but that little episode took me by surprise.

[Repeat wince action. Lara's been a bit... overenthusiastic, at times, but nothing that serious. And the worst any of his pets at home did was drag home decapitated mice to leave as little warnings on his bedsheets.]

I know what you mean. Lara managed to smack me good on the head the other day. Didn't think she was physically capable of hitting that hard.

[He glances down at the Smoochum, still being held.]

It ever starts hailing around here, you're going straight back into the ball.

[She looks annoyed, and gives his hand a brief, pins-and-needles inducing Lick.]

_{[Down the beach, Cujo's starting to trot back up to them-- Heather notes this before turning back to Harry.]}

These things pack more of a punch than one would think... even the ones that look like Cabbage Patch dolls.

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Casefile 002 - Video / Action for Olivine

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