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The Park - Sunday Evening (After Sunset)

Rory strolled through the park, an excited, fanged puppy flying ahead of her on his leash and a cup of coffee in her left hand.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked Vladdie.

Vladdie attempted to tell her that there had been nothing wrong with him, but as he, tragically, was unable to speak English - or any human language, really - Rory didn't quite take his meaning.

"Good," she replied. "I thought walkies might help. Or flyies. Whatever."

[Open for all your park needs, though Rory and Vladdie are here to run into someone specific. :)]

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Disappointed with what went on at The Perk, Jessie wanders out in to the park. Why doesn't anything ever go her way? She's just a girl from a poor background trying to make her way in the world. Sure, she tries to steal pokemon and get fabulously rich, but there's nothing wrong with that, is there?

She plops herself down on a bench to think about all her past failures and how they went wrong.

Rory noticed an unfamiliar girl with magenta hair, and tilted her head at her.

Vladdie, on the other hand, wasn't so reserved as he flew in her direction, yipping gleefully and tugging Rory along with him.

"Um, hi," Rory said when they were closer. "Sorry. He's...enthusiastic."

Jessie smiled brightly. Maybe things were looking up after all.

"Oh, that's fine. I just love animals, and your's seems a little unusual."

"Yeah, he was a gift," Rory shrugged. "His name is Vladdie."

The puppy in question perched on the bench and tilted his head at Jessie, tail wagging.

Jessie smiled at the Eevee (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eevee)-looking thing and skritched his head.

"And so well behaved too. Does he really need that leash? Or are you worried that he might ... fly off?"

"Oh, he won't fly off," Rory said confidently, loosening her hold on the leash as she said it. "But he has a thing for leaping on people. Affectionate little guy."

She shrugs. "Oh, that's alright. I have animals jump on me ~~and attack me with painful painful Fury Swipes and other moves~~ fairly often. And he seems like a friendly little guy."

Vladdie proceeded to crawl into Jessie's lap, sniffing insistently as Rory took a seat on the bench, still loosely holding the leash. "Really? Are you a vet or something?"

"No, I'm not a vet. I went to nursing school ~~for pokemon~~ for awhile, but I was thrown out." The memory still stings a little. All those mean Chansey (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chansey), bullying her... She collects herself quickly, however. "You could call me more of ... an animal enthusiast."

"Oh no," Rory said, concerned. "Oh, well, Vladdie is very unusual. We don't have anything like him where I'm from. Fandom seems to be kind of a hotbed of weird animals."

"So I've been noticing. So many lovely and unique types here. I'm just visiting for the weekend, but already I'm impressed with what I've seen." She moved her skritching down from behind Vladdie's ear to the back of his head to see what kind of collar he was wearing and how easy it would be grab and run.

"And don't worry about me. I've found other, more rewarding careers."

"Oh?" Rory asked curiously. "What do you do?"

Vladdie totally licked Jessie's cheek.

"I, er, ~~keep trying to steal an electric rat from a 10-year-old and fail miserably at it~~ ...run a vacation center for pets! It's wonderful."

Not far away, off in the bushes, a ~~man in a cheaply-made Pokemon costume~~ stealthy Exeggutor (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exeggutor) lurked, paying close attention to the conversation going on between the two girls.

The middle face on the Exeggutor looked suspiciously like the face of a certain male Team Rocket member, and the other two looked more like yellow balloons with smiley faces scribbled on in Sharpie ink.

My, what a fascinating Evee that Jessie had found! Even if they had failed catching the ~~wee, adorable~~ Tentacool back at the bakery, there was still hope that they could catch a rare Pokemon to take back to the boss. And now that he was finished washing the tentacle-prints out of the uniforms, he would aid Jessie on their path to victory and glory and riches!

The Exeggutor may have giggled in a way that was very non-Pokemon like.

"Did you hear something?" Rory asked, glancing around.

Jessie spies James in a ~~clearly homemade~~ lame Exeggutor costume and rolls her eyes. She tries to subtly motion him off, while skritching Vladdie even more.

"Hmm? No, I didn't hear anything. Maybe your mind's playing tricks on you."

"Maybe," Rory said, frowning.

Vladdie peered at the bushes, but as they were:

A) not moving
B) not a ball
and
C) not food,

he simply went back to being skritched and wagging his tail happily.

The ~~man in a cheap Pokemon suit~~ stealthy Exeggutor crept a little closer to get a better look. He had seen Jessie make some sort of gesture, but with the paper leaves that graced the top of his outfit falling into his eyes, he couldn't quite make out what it had been. And with his arms secured firmly inside the costume, there was no moving the leaves out of the way to get a better look.

His only option? Sneak up a little closer. Nothing a true villain couldn't handle.

But those leaves... were starting to tickle his nose.

He made some pretty odd faces as he crept a little closer.

"Is that plant moving?" Rory asked, staring.

Jessie glares more at James, sure that he's going to mess everything up. She skritches Vladdie behind one of his ears.

"Don't be silly! Plants don't move! It ... must just be a trick of the moonlight!"

Yep. It sure is a shame that James can't see Jessie glaring at him.

Actually, it's a shame that he can't see much of anything, more leaves falling into his eyes.

He stumbles about somewhat awkwardly now, tripping over tree roots and squishing would-be flowerbeds underfoot, before finally running headlong into a garbage can and doing the most spectacular triple-axle that the world has ever witnessed performed by a three-headed tree.

"UM," Rory said.

If Vladdie had been able to talk, he would have said "UM," too. But he couldn't. So he yipped.

Jessie rubs her forehead in frustration. That James is going to get such a smacking later.

"Or perhaps it's just a really STUPID tree wandering about."

She debates just grabbing Valddie and running for it now, but she worries she'd trip over her nincompoop of a partner.

"...trees don't wander," Rory said, moving to take Vladdie back.

As the two girls and dog pondered the physics of walking trees, James-The-Exeggutor had managed to stand again, garbage can over his head and hanging down to his waist.

He was now a walking garbage can with tree feet.

Jessie skritches Vladdie a little more, in hopes that Rory won't tkae him back yet.

"I've heard that they do wander sometimes WHEN THEY'RE MISSING HALF A BRAIN. It's a very rare occurrence for trees, you see, so most people don't talk about it."

"We have a shrub on campus that does that," Rory said, slowly taking Vladdie, "but he doesn't look like that."

The trash-blinded tree continued to wander about, tripping on stumps and dropped litter, wobbling back and forth with little direction as it meandered in circles around the park.

Circles, sure. But they were generally headed in the direction of the bench anyhow.

Seeing that Rory is distracted by her buffoon of a partner, Jessie takes this opportunity to make her move. She grabs Vladdie and leaps off the bench.

"Quick, James! To the airship!"

Unfortunately, Rory was still holding the leash.

So she came with.

"Um, can I have my dog back?" she asked, making it more a statement than a request as she tugged on the leash.

Vladdie gave a happy yip. Yay adventure!

Airship... AIRSHIP! That must have meant that Jessie had apprehended the Evee!

The entire costume seemed to collapse into itself as James wriggled about inside of it in search of the zipper to freedom. It wiggled. It wiggled some more.

And then, in an explosion of white and blue, James leapt from the bedraggled costume and darted to Jessie's side.

"To the airship!"

...

"Jessie, she's got a leash."

"I can see that, James!"

Jessie curses silently that she forgot to get the leash off the dog, and tugs harder.

"No! I need him to eat!"

Rory tugged back. "He's not edible! He's a dog!"

Jessie stops and stares weirdly at Rory. "Eat him? What are you talking about? That's disgusting. I need the money to buy more than instant noodles and soy-sauce covered snow!"

"You are not selling my dog," Rory said, taking the opportunity to pull Vladdie away fully and hold him close. "He's just a baby!"

Jessie collapses to the ground in resignation. "It's not that I want to but ... I'm just so poor!"

"Well, you'll have to stop us, first," James said, whipping out the mother of all sedative-shots from who-knows-where. "Now hand over the mutt, or you'll regret it."

Rory stared and pulled her pepper spray from her bag quick like a ~~Logan~~ bunny.

"He's not a mutt. He's a purebred Papillion. Now back off, and put the big needle thingy away."

Vladdie was interested in Shiny Big Stick, because it didn't look like Bad Stick of Badness and No Fetch Because Ow. It just looked shiny.

He yipped to show his appreciation.

James was in total awe.

"Papillion!? That must be a new, rare breed of Pokemon never before seen by anyone! The Boss will be thrilled!"

He continued to wield the tranquilizer, taking a couple steps toward the girl and her dog.

"I have no idea what the frell you just said, and I don't care," Rory said, losing her patience. She brought the Mace up and sprayed it straight into the face of the guy with the giant needle thing.

Suddenly, the needle didn't seem quite as important to James as keeping his eyeballs from liquifying and falling out of his head did.

Tossing the tranquilizer somewhere into the bushes, his hands flew to his face and he did his time-perfected "AAAAHOOOCHOWOWOWOWOWMAKEITSTOPOHTHEHUMANITYOHTHEPAIN" dance.

For some reason, he did this dance often. Usually while crying in pain.

Jessie sighed and shook her head at the sight. "Typical, typical James."

Rory, on the other hand, was backing away. "I'll do it again," she threatened, holding Vladdie tightly.

Vladdie wondered why Man With Shiny Stick was dancing, and tried to dance too, which just caused Rory to tighten her grip.

Jessie picked herself up and glared at Rory, ~~once again defeated by someone younger than her and their pet~~.

"You may have won this time, twerp, but we'll be back when you least expect it! You can count on that!"

And with that, she grabbed the arms of the pain-ridden James, and fled off into the night.

Rory stared after them and started back to the dorms, Vladdie peering over her shoulder.

He was sad. He had wanted to play with Shiny Stick and his new friends! And possibly have an adventure! It would have been the BEST EVER.

And then MommyRory had to go and spray what Vladdie strongly suspected was Bad Burny Water of Ow at his new friend.

Stupid MommyRory. Vladdie pouted in a puppy way all the way back to the dorm.

...

...okay, Vladdie pouted for about two minutes, and was distracted by something shiny.

Whatever.

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