[He'd started the day with a work out, making the Skamory feather he'd sharpened to a fine edge sing in the air.He'd wove patterns he'd learned when he was barely strong enough to hold a blade. Left, right, left, right. Throat, stomach, back and forth.
Having some sugary cereal felt like a reward for staying in shape. He'd been pouring the milk over it when he thought he caught sight of the coffin poke.
...
Had it been staring at him?
Now he's more than used to John's circus of weirdos that he's collected much like Dave's own adventuring party of fire breathing freaks. Pokemon had their quirks. But he'd never been comfortable with Yamask and when it evolved, he'd been less happy with it. He just can't forget it used to be a human that died in some god awful way.
It's enough to wonder if when they 'die' in the poke world if there's some dead Dave out there, or many. He sets the bowl down a bit too hard at the thought and walks away.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Not bothering with that.
Through out the day he gets this impression that he's being watched and followed. It sets his paranoia screaming and twisting around like a wailing banshee and Dave does exactly what he's done for years. He pointedly tries to ignore it.
But like a pressure cooker, the anxiety mounts until he's jumping at shadows and watching for the Cofagrigus with the itch to whip out a sword and make it go the HELL away.
Especially when it comes inside.
The little inner child in Dave starts chanting that shit is about to go DOWN. Still he acts like it isn't bothering him. But his steps are quicker, silent and he moves like he's going to be attacked any moment.
He finally goes to his room to retrieve the feather blade and whirls around to see it right there. Something emerges with a shout and Dave does the first thing that comes to mind. He shifts his weight and swings his right fist.]
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Having some sugary cereal felt like a reward for staying in shape. He'd been pouring the milk over it when he thought he caught sight of the coffin poke.
...
Had it been staring at him?
Now he's more than used to John's circus of weirdos that he's collected much like Dave's own adventuring party of fire breathing freaks. Pokemon had their quirks. But he'd never been comfortable with Yamask and when it evolved, he'd been less happy with it. He just can't forget it used to be a human that died in some god awful way.
It's enough to wonder if when they 'die' in the poke world if there's some dead Dave out there, or many. He sets the bowl down a bit too hard at the thought and walks away.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Not bothering with that.
Through out the day he gets this impression that he's being watched and followed. It sets his paranoia screaming and twisting around like a wailing banshee and Dave does exactly what he's done for years. He pointedly tries to ignore it.
But like a pressure cooker, the anxiety mounts until he's jumping at shadows and watching for the Cofagrigus with the itch to whip out a sword and make it go the HELL away.
Especially when it comes inside.
The little inner child in Dave starts chanting that shit is about to go DOWN. Still he acts like it isn't bothering him. But his steps are quicker, silent and he moves like he's going to be attacked any moment.
He finally goes to his room to retrieve the feather blade and whirls around to see it right there. Something emerges with a shout and Dave does the first thing that comes to mind. He shifts his weight and swings his right fist.]