[Thank you, Barett. He nods and steps up to the counter!
The woman asks him if he'd like to en...ter? Are you sure?
There's some fussing about his lack of vision and insistence on his behalf before she relents and signs him up, but she makes sure to inform him that he won't get any handicaps.
[And so they go in! The crowd's a little confused when some guy with a weird looking cane that looks kind of like Unova's champion and familiar in some other way for the older fans comes in. They even quiet down, whispering among each other- some people think he's crazy, some people think he's stupid.
But the crowd is irrelevant while he's fighting. It's years in the future; he doesn't recognize half of the gym leaders, Pokémon- what's a Fairy-type?- and even some moves, but that's fine.
Ursaring cleanly cleaves through his first two opponents anyway.
It's a sight to behold; their movements are precise and fluid and the crowd eats it right up. It may be similar to Barett's dad, but at the same time, it's still very different.
What's most different, of course, is the energy that goes into it.]
[Barett is impressed! He knows watching on a screen is nothing like being in the crowd, or being on the stage - but he's content to sit and watch, petting his ninetales to keep himself relaxed, a broad smile on his face. His dad didn't battle like this, did he? Maybe he did, a long time ago. Barett ponders on that...]
[Barett's a little stunned, and, well, winded. Even if he was carried, he sort of held his breath for the duration. So he pulls out one of the handkerchiefs his father made him (with his name enscribed and everything!) and coughed into it some, taking careful deep breaths.]
Do you... [cough cough ahem] ...do stuff like that a lot?
[Oh jeez... Once he catches his own breath, he'll at least rub Barett's back a little. Sorry about that.]
I don't usually attract attention or have people that wouldn't be able to keep up. [Phew...] ...Gold sucks up any attention now, so I don't have to worry about it as long as I'm with him.
[...Not that he's with Gold right now, but hey. He will be whenever he gets home. He thought he was dead for five years, he can wait a few months to get back home and see him- and Crys and Green and Yellow and Blue- again.]
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I can wait, then. [He's not gonna leave Barett behind to go off and battle...]
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It's okay, I need to sit down for a while anyway. I'll be cheering for you.
[very very quietly...]
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Alright. Which way is it?
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[Barett leads the way! He's still pretty slow, whoopsie daisy.]
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And soon enough, they're at the PWT! Barett leads him to the signup counter.]
Here, this nice woman can explain anything you need to know.
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The woman asks him if he'd like to en...ter? Are you sure?
There's some fussing about his lack of vision and insistence on his behalf before she relents and signs him up, but she makes sure to inform him that he won't get any handicaps.
Good.]
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Barett just hangs out, sitting himself in front of one of the viewing screens and letting his ninetales out to sit with him.]
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But the crowd is irrelevant while he's fighting. It's years in the future; he doesn't recognize half of the gym leaders, Pokémon- what's a Fairy-type?- and even some moves, but that's fine.
Ursaring cleanly cleaves through his first two opponents anyway.
It's a sight to behold; their movements are precise and fluid and the crowd eats it right up. It may be similar to Barett's dad, but at the same time, it's still very different.
What's most different, of course, is the energy that goes into it.]
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Rhyperior. The crowd goes nuts when he hops right on top of him to go into battle.
Three guesses on who wins in the end, and the first two don't count.]
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That was incredible.
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Made me feel kinda outdated, but... Thanks. [He learned from the best, so...]
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[His voice is so low and quiet, in this noisy building.]
Let's go, there's a lot more to see in Driftveil. I need to pick up some herbs from the market.
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...Yep he's hoisting Barett up and running out of here not dealing with any attention nope come on Weavile]
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What're you--
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[And you know your lungs and all]
Which way do we go?
[Yep yep he's just gonna casually run out of the main area of the PWT with Barett in tow-]
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If you can, follow ninetales??
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And so they run! And run. You know, until Silver has to stop for air himself, so he sets Barett down and does that breathing thing.
The market is visible, but, you know. Silver can't tell.]
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Do you... [cough cough ahem] ...do stuff like that a lot?
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I don't usually attract attention or have people that wouldn't be able to keep up. [Phew...] ...Gold sucks up any attention now, so I don't have to worry about it as long as I'm with him.
[...Not that he's with Gold right now, but hey. He will be whenever he gets home. He thought he was dead for five years, he can wait a few months to get back home and see him- and Crys and Green and Yellow and Blue- again.]
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Barett appreciates the back rub, patting Silver on the shoulder to show his thanks.]
Mom got dad sort of famous, so you'll probably get some level of attention no matter what...
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[Do you guys have a pseudo Mt. Silver he can chill on?]
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