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 Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 1:54 pm
"Augh! Do you see any needles? No! I am not a scientist, the only needles I use are to inject remedies when there is no other way to administrate them! your wounds are superficial and that is unneeded!" The healer was losing his temper with the bird. "I am just trying to help you." He grabbed the jar and showed it to the bird. "And this is not 'twisted healing', I made this from herbs and healing flowers from all over this area. Its mixture made to help wounds healing without infections and accelerate healing. The only thing man-made in this is the freaking jar!" He growled. "Now open your wing and let me heal it or I will open it myself!"
All three pokemon watched this, looking rather amused by the healer's exasperation with the pidgey.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:10 pm
Get was startled... He had been trying to get this sort of reaction, trying to force the human to attack rather than allow it to put him back into a lab.. but.. this was the way humans in the lab had acted towards each other.. in a much more exaggerated form, no less. And, that smell.. perhaps.. perhaps the Persian was correct.. perhaps this was no human.. he certainly didn't act like one... Get narrowed his eyes as he slowly, very very slowly extended his wing. He still expected the attack.. but.... maybe... this was a Pokemon unfortunate enough to be born into that vile shell....
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 1:30 pm
Adriel watched him, almost in distrust that this bird had actually got it through his head. Shrugging away his own feelings, he began to apply the salve over the wounded wing until he was happy with the result, grabbing some bandages, he made the bird fold his wing and wrapped it against his body. "There, that will keep you from trashing around that wing and getting hurt further." He picked Get up and got off the seat, setting the bird down on the blanket and seat again. "Anyways........"
"Make dinner"
Adriel looked at the mewtwo, who grinned innocently. "right, dinner..." He went off to get his pots.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 8:33 am
Get had been stunned to the point of cooperation. When the human put something on his wound, he was about to protest, it had hurt.. but.. before he had been able to.. something happened. It was the last thing he had expected... it had stopped hurting.... This made Get curious, and if there was one thing that Get had more of than hatred for humans, it was curiosity.. though it wasn't likely. He allowed his wing to be bandaged, finally resigning himself to being able to do absolutely nothing about his situation, but still not trusting the human.. completely... He turned to the one called Menudo, the Mewtwo, {You, Mewtwo... I was told that you are of the opinion that this Adriel is not human. What does this mean? Is he some sort of humanoid Pokemon with the great misfortune of possessing the appearance of an actual human?}
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 1:37 pm
Said mewtwo seemed to have no real interest in indulging the pidgey, but dinner wasn't anywhere near done, and if he tried to sleep, chances were that someone would wake him up rudely as before. "I don't believe that he is a human, but he is also not a pokemon, I think the best way to describe him is being as something inbetween. "
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 2:01 pm
Get blinked at the vague and cryptic answer. Something in between.. right. Obviously, the larger Pokemon was at least a little crazy.. either that, or he was terrible at conveying a message. Either way, Get's curiosity was waning already. He decided that he had better keep an eye on his captor. The small bird watched the human working with a number of strange objects, the likes of which he had not encountered before. He appeared to be making something.. "dinner", they had called it.. he stared hard at the human, attempting to decipher what exactly this was, and what it was used for. He had never heard of this thing, much less seen one. Perhaps it was another torture device. He had heard many words in the place with the humans in white, but not this one.. perhaps the Pidgeot knew something of this thing, {Cousin, please tell me something.. what is the human creating?}
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:52 pm
Songwriter tilted his head ever so slightly and looked towards Get then Adriel. (Oh...he is making dinner) He looked at the smaller bird (or food. Humans have a tendency to take different pieces of food, like meat and berries and plants and mix them together and put them over a fire before eating them. Its called 'cooking'. And evening food is called 'dinner'. They have other names for food in the midday and sun up times....) He chuckled. (Truly its quiet strange, but you get used to it after a while...but anyways, its actually quiet tasty, a bit strange, but tasty.)
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