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silph_co2025-08-11 07:51 pm
uncannytoo) wrote in silph_co2025-08-11 07:51 pm
ARRIVAL [ACTION]
Who: Bido & any other Team Rocket member
Where: Goldenrod Rocket Base (Cafeteria)
When: Aug 11
Summary: come bother this guy while he's eating
Where: Goldenrod Rocket Base (Cafeteria)
When: Aug 11
Summary: come bother this guy while he's eating
[ Even a simple thing like sitting down still feels weird in this body. He adjusts his hips on the cafeteria chair. Most meals so far he's just scooped up as much food as he's reckoned he can get away with and finished it as quick as possible before stealing away to a break room; today, though, the urge to flee the open space isn't quite as strong. So he lingers over his tray, once in a while scooping up a bit of something and hand-feeding it to one of his lizards. It's still early in the lunch hour, and the table he's sitting at is empty... for now. ]
[ With his uniform on, and the brim of the cap shading his face, there's basically nothing distinguishing him from the rest of the grunts. Someone might not even be able to tell he's new. Except... maybe for the way he keeps digging out his PokéGear and turning it over in his hands like he's never seen anything like it before. ]
BREAKING NEWS: "reincarnation" to be amended to bido's emerging list of spiritual beliefs
[ And it's a morbid comfort, to have the others to wait for. But something else in that answer does give him pause. ]
Come and gone?
...Where did they go?
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[What that means for people like Abbacchio, who were very much dead, is... beyond him.]
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[ He sits with that for a while, fidgeting absently with the PokéGear. His Salandit eventually seems to catch wind of the uncertain vibes and slinks to the edge of the table to plop down in his lap. Sssaaaaa. ]
Eh? Sorry, we've been talking for a while now... I suppose you're feeling left out. Here– this is our teammate, um.
...We haven't really caught your name yet, have we?
[ He can't just call him "Pink-Hair" in front of his lizards. They ought to have a more professional source of influence. ]
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[Doppio, for one, seems thrilled that the Salandit has joined the conversation. It takes him a moment to realise that he's being spoken to; when he looks back up at the friendly stranger, that dazed sort of empty-headed expression on his face has returned.]
Oh, uh, right. My name is Doppio.
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Doppio... that's a good name. [ Reminds him of a friend. ] Mine's Bido. These two seem to like you.
[ Well, Salandit clearly does, at least. It's impossible to tell how he's discerned this from Treecko, who's been taking advantage of everyone's distraction by picking through Bido's lunchtray for tasty leftovers. ]
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[Is that the thing to say? It sounds like a thing one might say in respose. Hey what if he just stares at Bido's Salandit now.]
Oh yeah, so what are their names?
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[ Salandit's ego is thriving as both humans stare down at it vacantly. ]
I don't think...? I mean, nobody else named them...
[ Or do they just HAVE names, in their own animal language? But then, surely when they were the same he'd have noticed knowing something like that... mutter, mutter, mutter. The low volume and his hand over his mouth renders the words incomprehensible, but he is, without realizing, trying to work this one out aloud. ]
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[ clueless to clueless communication ]
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[ He doesn't want his guys to feel left out!! ]
What about you...? Have you come up with names before?
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[He reaches for the very first ball on his belt and sends out a little Morpeko who, uh... promptly proceeds to shove Treecko aside and have a go at the leftovers, herself.]
... She can be kinda cranky when she's hungry.
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[ Only to be caught in midair, Bido's hair-trigger reflexes snapping into play. An angry, squirming 11-pound lizard is not the easiest thing to keep your hands around. Somehow he manages it. ]
No– no! Come on, stop that! We're on the same team and there's plenty here for everyone...!
[ Treecko's resistance gets gradually weaker... but it doesn't give up. Finally Bido sighs and lets go with one hand to grab his canned juice, offering it to his Pokémon as recompense. This seems to placate it... mostly. It slinks to the end of the table and glowers at Cristina between adorable mlems of its beverage. ]
My goodness... sorry about that.
...Cristina's a nice name too. [ A nervous and apologetic glance to the oversized hamster in question. ] So... they like names that a person would have?
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[Cristina, for her part, is absolutely unbothered. Flourishing. In her lane. Or at least she is after she's free to snack on the leftovers, taking no time at all to enter Full Belly Mode™️.
As for Bido's question...]
Huh? I mean, usually I just look at a Pokémon and name it whatever I think of first...
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[ Bido's admiration of Cristina, plus the lack of acknowledgement from said Lunchtime Rival, only seems to make Treecko sink deeper into its petulant mood. At Doppio's offer of Berries, its brow twitches with obvious interest... and then, dramatically, it turns up its nose. Ouch. ]
[ Meanwhile– oops. Salandit finally claws its way back up Bido's pants leg, having been thrown for a loop when he stood up earlier. Neither of his lizards seem to be having too good of a time right now. Bido frowns. ]
...I wish it was as easy as all that. I want it to be something they can be proud of... I guess, maybe, I'll try and think about things I'd like to be called.
[ The list of agreeable things he's been called is not a long one. This might take a while. ]
i blinked and four days passed. whoops
... You mean... You don't like your name?
[He may be missing the point.]
relatable 😔
[ It's better than nothing, anyway. And it's the only thing that's really stuck. ]
But I mean, other things. That sound nice. I mean, I can't just call them my own name, can I?
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[Empathy towards other people? Not always easy for Doppio. Empathy towards little guys, though? He's got that down.]
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[ He's... not wrong. ]
[ But what Doppio doesn't know is that the two lizards, as per Bido's most reasonable theory, used to BE him. So their taste in names can't be that different from his own... can it? ]
[ There's no way he can explain his elaborate corkboard of rationalizations to a human he's just met. So he doesn't try to do that. ]
Eh... I guess so... if they give me any ideas. I don't think I can pronounce most of the stuff the green one likes to say.
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Uh, I mean, I don't think anybody can really understand what most Pokémon are saying...
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[ Most Pokémon, sure... but these are HIS Pokémon. They're on a Wavelength together. They're communicating just fine. A thing he knows for a fact, because of the aforementioned convoluted Game Theory. ]
...Hey, why don't you give it a try, then? A name idea. I'll tell you if he likes it. [ He lifts Salandit up from his lap by the armpits and lets it rest its upper body on the table. It blinks both eyes slowly at Doppio and Cristina. ]