bestsweater | 10 [VOICE--A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.]

[Brock has jacked the PA system. Well...more like persuaded Nancy to show him where it is and how to work it. He knows this is probably not allowed, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and there is a public in dire need of education. How is he supposed to get information to students and faculty who probably can't work their own computers?

The result is an intercom broadcast heard all over campus--in the classrooms, the dorms, the dining hall, through speakers on the main quad. Brock figures that it's the best and most all-encompassing method of relaying his stunning revelation, but covers all his bases just in case. He records his broadcast and then (with Nancy's help) cross-posts it to an entry in his journal, along with a text transcription, just in case anyone would rather read and type back.]

[Some time in the afternoon, the speakers crackle to life.]

--'s on? Oh, okay. Thanks, Nancy.

[Throat clearing!]

Um. ~~Attention Sumabura Gakuen~~ Hi. Hello, Smash Academy. This is, uh...This is Brock Harrison, I'm one of the gym leaders here, if you didn't know that, and, um...

Anyway, it has come to my attention that most of the students and faculty are now Pokemon and. Other things. I know you are probably all in various states of disorientation and confusion, so as someone who works with Pokemon, I thought it'd be a good idea to bring up a few things. Knowledge is power.

To be blunt, the breeding mechanisms of Pokemon are much different than those of many other species. In order to avoid unexpected...ah...accidents, I've posted a list of known egg groups and Pokemon in said egg groups on the bulletin board in the student union. I recommend everyone take a look at it and exercise caution and good judgment until whatever this is wears off.

If, in the event that you find a mysterious egg and do not know where it came from, please let me know immediately. Along those lines, if anyone has any general Pokemon-related questions, I'm available in TD-34 and I have a really big dry erase board and a Ouija board and lots of Scrabble tiles. For communication purposes.

[There is a long pause. He's mumbling something to Nancy in the background.]

I am also making...a lot of Poffins. A lot. They're in baskets outside of TD-34 if anyone would like them. My apologies to those of you who have become...not-Pokemon. I wish I could be more of a help. If there's anything I can do to make life easier, like open doors or do things that require thumbs, please don't hesitate to let me know however you can. That goes for everyone.

I think that's all. Please be Pokemon responsibly. Thank you.

What? No! Okay. There's the off switch. [The broadcast cuts out.]

((OOC: The whole "broadcast/audio journal/text journal thing is basically an excuse for you to respond to this entry in whatever format you'd like, whether it is voice, video, text, or action. Post as if this is a journal entry on the network! Swing by Brock's dorm to visit and talk (or try to)! Ask embarrassing and/or inappropriate questions! Steal all the poffins! Anything goes!))

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[Sorry squirt. He snuggles up closer to you]

"Why would you say that? [Lick] You've always liked your hair being played with..."

~~too lazy for icon hax orz~~

[Because I don't want to love you was the first thought that popped into his mind. He dismissed it however. As if he would tell his father something that sensitive.]

"I'm not a little kid anymore" it was meant to be a growl but came out as a mewing yawn. Curse this body.

Edited 2010-07-20 07:59 (UTC)

"You're only 12. Learn to enjoy your life a little instead of trying to become an adult so quickly. Besides, no matter what, you're still my child...which means I will still love you." [He snuggles him closer] "I remember when you were little...sometimes the only way to calm you was to play with your hair. Never been sure why..."

[Giovanni, you may not realize it but you are unintentionally acting like a serious prick to your son. While he meant to bond with him, all those particular words did was run salt in a reopened wound.

At first all he did was tense and shake a little, then like a loaded spring he snapped and bit his father's paw that was wrapped around him.]

[Well. That hurt a little. Not a lot, but those tiny little teeth are like needles, shrimp. Giovanni winced, growling slightly without meaning too. Kid, are you asking for trouble? He will carry you off so quick...

But then he remembers something. Don't gt mad, get even. and so he does, by loving on you MORE.]

Edited 2010-07-21 08:07 (UTC)

[Yes! The reaction he wanted! Pity that instead of enjoying his father's mild annoyance he decided in this moment of anger, pain, and general confusion that mild annoyance just wasn't good enough for him.

He bit harder.]

[Two can play that game. He's just going to have to nuzzle you more, then.]

[Giovanni. Giovanni you are not helping. Not that you really wanted to with that move.

He's just going to have to muster all the strength he can give into this one bite and hold it as long as he can.]

[Silver. Silver he does not care. ~~it's nothing compared to that Trex bite in a few days dude~~

He holds back another growl and gives you the nuzzle/lick/scratch behind the ears of your life in response.]

In retrospect, it wasn't a very good idea to put all of his strength into that bite. He was feeling completely drained at this point... and the petting... was so soothing to him on the physical level. It would have been much easier for him if he could just let go of the past and begin to truly love his father again. He could have curled into a little ball and nesled himself deep into his father's fur.

But. He couldn't do that. Not after everything that had happened. What he had done...

To welcome his father back so easily was an impossibility at this point. Silver thought that by using forgiveness that would somehow make what his father did 3 years ago right. He was worth more then that. His mother, his family, they were all worth more then that.

He lost his grip on his father's paw as he began to drift away into sleep. He had no energy left to fight or stand his ground. He could smell the small droplets of blood that beaded onto the surface, and that gave him a small amount of satisfaction.

[He fell asleep.]

No...forgiving his father wouldn't make it right. It would still be a terrible thing that he had done. He did deserve anger, he did deserve people's hatred of him.
That didn't make any of it easier to deal with.

Feeling his son finally let go and fall asleep allowed his father to sigh quietly. So much anger in such a small boy. It didn't matter...he'd work to make things right until the day he drew his last breath. He licked the boy's face, and carefully picked him up by the scruff of the neck so he wouldn't wake him -after he grabbed some poffins and snuck them into the red sack he had been carrying stuff in. He then walked off to his own apartment and scrapped at the door for Nidoqueen to let them in. Walking in, he carefully set Silver down on the couch before hopping up, curling beside him, and falling asleep as well.

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