At first glance-- at first word, maybe, more like-- the man seemed… flippant, almost. Thin, or shallow. Like his roots didn’t go too deep. But the way he moved his hands, the way he healed, spoke to a different sort of depth.

Watching him was like watching an artist, in a way. The gentle touch of his (giant) hands. The intensity in his eyes that was not matched by the airy nature of his words.

“Yes,” Bash said, feeling like he was giving a part of himself away-- had he become so adverse to the truth? He didn’t say more as he became very engrossed in what the doctor (veterinarian? Question mark?) was doing. He found himself leaning in almost as much as the little girl, though he was standing and had a sword in his hand.

The mispronunciation of Fragarach cut at him like a sharp edge-- he so strove for perfection in everything-- but then, inexplicably, he found himself smiling, genuinely, not fake, not plastered on to soothe the way, but a real, actual, smile, with real, actual, laughter behind it, and he sort of kind of melted, a little, in the face of the guy’s 40-watt grin.

He’s very cute.

“Down in Fraggle Rock,” he sing-songed, quietly.

A shrill screech interrupted them, and the spell was broken. Bash stepped back, averting his gaze, as his Dartrix flew in leading a concerned looking gentleman in tow, who stooped to wrap his arms around the young girl.

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Well, that was a big bupkis. He as sure his face was red from slamming into the water.

He shook the moisture out of his hair and tried again. Let it never be said he was a quitter.

"Magikarp Splash?"

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He wondered how the people who ran this event managed to shove some of these items in a Clamperl shell. There wasn’t overmuch room.

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“Come here, you stupid duck!” Bash yelled, pointing at the small group of Quaxley floating on the surface of a tranquil pond. “I am HOT and I am GROSS and I am SWEATY and I WANNA GO THE FUCK HOME!”

He did a running wind up and let the Safari Ball sail. Barometz sat by for good measure.

It plonked satisfactorily off a blue bubble cap.

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The tiny Capsakid came screaming out of the brush at them, clacking its little egg-tooth. Bash shrieked and jerked back, protecting his ankles.

Barometz approached the seedling from the side and football kicked it. It went flying away with a squeaking sound.

“God, I forgot how angry those little things are,” he said, lining up a Safari Ball with the Capsakid’s down arch.

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“Did I get one of these last time?” Bash asked, peering at the buzzing Scyther at a distance, from safely behind a tree.

Barometz’ answer was knocking one out of the sky with thunder.

“Okay, well, I’m glad you’re on my side, I guess,” Bash said, throwing a Safari Ball.

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The Mantine Surfing… guy? Coach? Whatever he was (he was cute) strapped Bash into his seat, slapped the Mantine on the fin, and sent him out into the surf.

He wanted to win his prizes as fast as possible and get out of here. His joints were already screaming.

"M-Magikarp Splash!"

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Bash stretched his legs long in the sand and sighed. He didn’t usually enjoy idleness, but he supposed, as he watched Scylla and Charybdis sink and bob at the ocean’s surface, it wouldn’t be too bad to rest his bones for a moment.

He brushed the sand from his swimsuit and walked to the water's edge to dive.

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He thinks on what he knows about Chesto berries, picking up some dumpling-style hors d'oeuvre with gentle fingertips.

“Chesto would make… purple?” he guesses. A trail of dark filling trickles along his wrist. He clears it with a quick swipe of his tongue, eyes flashing to his green-haired companion as he drops and raises his shoulder in a quick shrug of apology.

“Mostly the food, if I’m being honest.” Shimmery green and gold dusts his eyelids and the white of his mask stands out against the darkness of his skin. “I’m too short for beauty and too poor for charity.”

He smiles, teeth flashing.

“You’re definitely the beauty part of it, though, yeah?”

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Bash stands, slowly, not trusting the guy to pull the weapon on him should he make any sudden movements. His knees are muddy, now. He resists the urge to make a face.

“Seems like it,” he says, keeping his voice calm and emotionless. The last thing he needs right now is to mouth off to the cop.

Striga shrees quietly, impatiently, from up in the canopy. Bash flicks a hand, an errant movement, but Striga recognizes it and keeps her eyes trained on the red-haired man as Bash gives the footprints a wide berth and follows them deeper into the trees.

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“You know, I think the fact that Naclstack evolves into one of these monstrosities is a crime against nature,” Bash said, sharing his opinion with the party at large, unprompted. “Naclstack is so cute and Garganacl is… well, it sure is.”

Striga stared off at the ziggurat-shaped Pokemon, unimpressed with Bash’s complaints, as her human rotated his shoulder in its socket.

Bash sized up the seven-foot-tall salt stack. “Gotta put some pepper on this one, right, Strig?” he asked, unfurling a Pokeball in his palm.

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“Not you either!” he yelled across the small hills at the little collection of Gible. They all turned to look at him in unison, and he yelped and turned to bolt.

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