((OOC: In which Falco discovers most Pokemon rivals need a kick in the soft bits, and I use too many ellipses.))

"Oh my God, why didn't I name you something rude."

Rylan had really had something when he loaned Falco his DS and a copy of HeartGold, although, at the moment, Falco was kind of at the point where he was half sure that thing was 'an digital dickhead'. It was his first encounter with the infamous rude rivals of Pokemon, and he already wanted to find a way to drag that tiny pixelated b*****d out through the screen and into his hotel room, then beat him upside the head with the furniture. It was... actually pretty impressive how much -obnoxious- they'd managed to cram into something a few pixels high.

"Why am I not allowed to have my Pokemon just straight up attack YOU instead? It would be a public service!"

He'd spoken to his uncle about getting his own DS, (which was one of the things keeping him from surrendering to the temptation to so much as aggressively flick the screen, as this one belonged to Rylan.) but his Uncle hadn't had a chance yet. He was also kind of wondering if Rylan had nicknamed any of his Pokemon after Imp. There seemed to be bird based ones after all. Maybe he should ask. For that matter he wondered if Gwen played. He assumed Lily didn't, she was more all 'Namaste' with a goth rock twist, but Gwen... she'd dig the ghost Pokemon and it had the kind of happy bubbly feel he thought she'd like.

He wondered how she was. He hadn't seen her since that... go round with the raccoon. He didn't know if she'd gone to the job fair. He didn't remember seeing her on the upper floors, nothing indicated she'd been one of the suffering Rogues...or one of the bodies. He didn't remember seeing her down below either, but by the time he'd made his way down the stairs and into the arms of a merciful soul who had realized he was messed up, he wasn't sure he would have recognized his own Uncle or Grandmother.

Oh hell. Speaking of which... his gashes were healing, stitched and mending, but he knew he was going to be stiff, that there'd be physical therapy involved for... who knew how long after this. Raising his arms still felt either painful or, with meds, sort of... uncomfortable tugging strangeness that made his skin crawl.

...A ridiculous amount of his wardrobe was t-shirts.

...Which involved raising his arms.

...Oh god he was going to have to buy some button downs. Oh GOD that was going to be it's own kind of pain. Button downs and 'cool' were, in his opinion, somewhat diametrically opposed.

"a*****e! Stop using heals and just... UGHHHHHHHHH."

Man he should have switched his Pokemon out. Ugh ******** the type match ups, now he was going to get KOed. Thankfully he had a better match up in his line up but he wasn't going to be able to pull out before...

... Yep. Yep there went his starter. b*****d.