Lars
he / him / his
thirty-three
july 26
alto mare, johto
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
[attr="class","lars"] pokemon tag words 373 notes it's big, it's got an ugly mug, and it's... sleeping. | Much as he wanted to come in atop his Metagross’ back, he decided against it, considering how crowded the tunnel was as it is right now. There had been a righteous uproar about the dang thing, seeing as it had decided to just… plunk itself down in the middle of the road and block the path.
Even if it wasn’t a Snorlax per se, he knew how annoying the Slaking line were, and this was no exception to the rule. Just as he drew closer he caught sight of a head of green hair. He wasn’t sure if there was something different about her, he couldn’t put a finger on it.
Maybe it was because they hadn’t seen each other in a while. Maybe that was what was causing his senses to prickle a bit. But who knew if it was just his paranoia acting up or something?
“I was the closest available Ranger around the area,” he begins with a bit of a hum and a stifled cough. Clearing his throat, he then stares at the Slaking and lets out a sigh.
“Hell, at least it’s not a Snorlax. That would’ve been much worse. Good you brought some muscle to help… how heavy are these things again,” he trailed off, doing some quick math inside his head, taking another glance at his PokéGear before letting out a groan.
“Well, shit, looks like I do have to bring him out. We’re already cramped for space as it is…” he continued with a groan, before reaching for a Heavy Ball and popping it to full size. One red burst of light later, his Metagross lands with a thud that sends a slight tremor through the cave—and the Slaking is nonplussed, still sleeping and looking like it wanted to be painted like one of those… Kalosian girls, or something.
“Ro. Think your Telekinesis can lift that beast up?” he asks the blue hulking creature, who gives its equivalent of a withering stare at the Slaking.
“Where do you think we can move this one? Can’t go out on the Verdanturf side…” he mused a few moments later while the Metagross continued to weigh the options.
Waiting for input from his companion, for the command…
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