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"Why would we move if these halls never end? It'd be a waste of time and energy to try and find an exit. If my theory is right, after enough time, we'll be right back where we came from, same as we are now. We should stay here and keep ourselves defended, I still have si- five Pokemon to use...
Gaeboo growled, but then resisted the urge to beat the ever living hell out of Blacton. He lightly removed Azumi's hand from him, brushing off any... germs?
"Fine... now spit it out. You've already pissed me off twice, so one more... you're dead meat. Once again, I'm not merciful like everyone...
"... The hell you just call me, you piece of trash?! Were you listening in on us?!"
Waffle released a electrical discharge around Blacton. He hit one of Gaeboo's most sensitive nerves.
"Be happy I don't zap you until your eyes pop out! Now speak, you insignificant speck, before you feel...
He murmured into Azumi's ear after leaping up and prepping Waffle.
"First: it's a she, she likes the tummy wubs. Second: it's most likely one of those clowns, so get ready to open fire."
Waffle began giggling and sparking, ready to strike. The definition of delightfully dangerous.
Bastille...
"Thank you... I think? Just... when people ask me about that stuff... don't expect me to share it again. A lot of that stuff still haunts me to this day... especially THAT... but regardless, I at least got that out of my system. Cotton, down girl, you need to rest, so do we."
He returned...
"Well... time to get sad... my name is Gabriel Perenway, but nowadays I go Gaeboo. Helps me cope some. My hometown is here in Sinnoh, Twinleaf Town. I lived there happily for eight years with my mother, father passed in the midst of a battle against terrorism. As you could figure by the eight...
"Compared to you, maybe just a sprained arm. But I'll be fine... I could tell that was quite harrowing for you. Come, we need to rest our legs. Sorry for the off and on service, Cotton, but you're invaluable."
Cotton was out again, and he lightly pet and fed her. He gestured for Azumi to get on...
He sighed, looking to her sadly as the Pokemon ran away in fright.
"Sorry... didn't mean to make you feel unimportant or anything like that... it's just that you were in serious danger. I had to get you out of there so we could get rid of all of those Pokemon. I was just out of options of what...
"Arceus... alright, hang on! My Styler ain't gonna work for a while here, so this is the last of our backup. Hrraagh!"
Gaeboo took a rope from his belt, twirled it over his head, lassoing Azumi and quickly pulling her in behind him. A few more Ghost types attack the Banette and Shuppet as a...
You see, I would give a ask for you to find one for me, but I know what would play. This for just your standard battle/bad thing (mainly because there are NO remixes of this song which is a crime):
This for when things get real:
And this for your casual conversations/scenarios:
"Almost... got it! Never fear, get them pals! Azumi, to me! We need to stay close as not to lose each other!"
A large group of Ghost type Pokemon begin attacking the Shuppet and Banette. As they do so, Gaeboo began attempting to capture more of the Pokemon attacking them, but his Styler started...
"Wait a second... these Pokemon... they aren't under a trainer's command... Azumi, I've got it! Just hold them back as long as possible! Capture on!"
He hopped off of Cotton, returned her, and his Styler ejected the top again as he made several arm motions.
"If I capture some of them, I could...
"Well, who says a Pokemon needs Flash to supply light. Guess what else does? Electricity. C'mon, Waffle, rise and shine!"
He clicked the button of Waffle's ball, and the Alolan Raichu popped out and... my god it was adorably chubby. Gaeboo dragged Azumi and Anakin behind him as Waffle used...
"Well, I guess Waffle could work overtime... she has been on the bench for a while... I don't want to work her too hard though, she gets tired and upset pretty easily..."
He grabbed a ball on his sash and contemplated whether or not he should send them out. On one hand, they could be...
"Uh... sorry, I don't hit women, I at least have morals. Besides, I've already pinched and slapped myself a few times, you aren't dreaming persay, rather we're most likely in a dream like state, and the clowns are likely responsible for this, as the hall has been given very specific...
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