majorcrotchgrab | 005 || video/action for Olivine City;

[Raikov's chillin' on the beach, clad in nothing but sunglasses and a black speedo. He's got the device set down next to him in the sand. His other Pokemon can be seen running around in the distance behind him. Katya is by his side like always though, sporting a tiny straw hat. lookit how stylish she is. gurrlll]

I have to say, I've got some good luck as far as traveling goes. I arrived in Olivine right after the week-long rain and now the weather is beautiful. I was never one for beaches back home but this place is amazing. There's a perfect breeze coming off the ocean, it's not too hot out... I think I'll be staying here for a while. I may even be able to work on getting a tan instead of burning like I usually do.

[Curse his semi-albinism. He looks pleased though.]

Mmm.. I never thought I'd say this but... this is the life. Even with how weird this world operates, I'm glad I'm here.

[Katya chirps in agreement from the hole she's dug in the sand. Raikov rolls on to his side to face his pokegear and props his sunglasses up slightly. There's that mischievous grin that clearly reads "I'm up to no good."]

But enough about me being all sentimental and soft. You've all had more than enough time to admire the view. If I let this go on any longer, I'll have to start charging.

[And he grabs the pokegear, thus ending the recording. What a brat.]

[OOC: Pretend this was earlier in the day.]

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[Raikov quickly rolls over after having the sensation of something flying dangerously close to him. Once the frisbee passes, he sits up and glares in the direction it came from.

And just as he's about to speak, he gets sand tossed at him.]

... Hey! Watch where you're throwing that!

[His own Pokemon look over as he shouts at the culprit.]

[And speaking of the culprit, here he comes! Have a dude in his mid-to-late teens jogging towards you, Raikov. He cringes when he sees how Raikov's dressed, saying:]

Ugh -- my bad. I didn't realize this was where all the geriatric strippers hung out.

[HE'S JUST GONNA VERY CAREFULLY NOT LOOK AT RAIKOV AS HE'S COMING AROUND TO TAKE THE FRISBEE FROM HIS GARCHOMP... she's crouched down on all fours in the sand, gnawing on and slobbering all over the frisbee. She growls when Yusuke reaches down to try to grab it, but that doesn't seem to deter him at all. Nor does the fact that she doesn't want to let it go when he does grab it, though he does cuss at her a little and call her a rude name. Pardon them while they have a bit of a tug-of-war over here...]

[Oh Yusuke. You did not just call him that. Raikov puffs out his cheeks and lets out an angry huff, sticking his nose in the air. Brat mode activated.]

Hmph! I'll have you know I'm neither of the things you described me as.

[And the fact that Yusuke insulted Raikov causes the tiny Joltik to spark a bit. She chirps angrily, not that either trainer can understand her.]

[Yusuke doesn't look at either of them. He's too busy trying to wrangle this damn frisbee out from between the jaws of his giant dinosaur thing.]

Oh yeah? Coulda fooled me-- dammit, let it go already!

[Well, if you insist... the Garchomp holds fast for a moment longer, and then abruptly opens her mouth and relinquishes the frisbee, catching Yusuke by surprise and causing him to lose his balance and fall back onto his rear end. WELP. That sure was graceful, wasn't it.]

[Seeing the boy fall gets a grin out of him. Serves him right, throwing frisbees so close to his head and calling him old...]

I can easily forgive your Pokemon but you'll have to try a bit harder to get on my good side.

[Yusuke scowls at Raikov. Somehow, the fact that he's gingerly pinching a frisbee dripping with dragon saliva between his thumb and forefinger makes him look all the more done with everything.]

Right, thanks for the tip, but I don't wanna get on any side of you.

[And now if you'll excuse him, he's just gonna shake the spit off this frisbee. Hopefully none of it comes flying in Raikov's direction.]

Your loss then.

[He wrinkles his nose and scoots away to avoid any spit. Gross.]

At least your Pokemon has better manners than you.

[Yusuke's Garchomp grins. It's a little scary-looking. Yusuke shoots her a dirty look before addressing Raikov again.]

Okay, and what're you gonna do about it, grandpa? Throw your spider at me?

[He sneers and gets to his feet, dusting off the back of his jeans with his free hand.]

[Raikov holds out his hand, inviting the Garchomp over for some pettin' if she wants.]

I'm not old. I have a form of albinism.

And as for Katya, she's stronger than she looks.

[To which the Joltik looks rather proud of herself.]

Edited 2014-08-01 17:42 (UTC)

[... oh. Well, geez, HE feels a little bit like a jerk now. As for his Garchomp, well, she gladly comes over for some pettin', hunkering down in the sand in front of Raikov and dipping her head so that he can easily reach it without having to stretch too much.

Yusuke gives her a dry look. Welp. Guess he's gonna be stuck here for a while.]

What, does she shoot lasers or something?

[Yusuke's tone of voice is slightly less aggressive now. Such is what happens when he belatedly realizes he's been insulting a guy with a skin condition.]

[Serves you right, Yusuke. Raikov happily pets Garchomp, looking rather smug now that he's had one victory.]

She shoots electricity, webs, and stomach acid.

[That last one isn't very pleasant for her so Raikov tends to avoid using it during battle.]

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