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"Now lets take a more psychological look at your character. Describe in detail what that Pokemon was dreaming during the time of it's encounter with Musharna. What was their mentality? Why is the Pokemon seeing what they're seeing? What may of been the reason Musharna thought that a human form would of been beneficial to this Pokemon?"

The struts, wires and beams that supported the suspension bridge between Celadon City and Fushia City made for an eerie sight at night. Rising high above his head, they blocked out the skyline and blanketed the stars from view. The moon even found this structure imposing and despite valiant efforts, only slivers of light managed to break through the gaps to cast wavering and twisted shadows on the road below. In the words of his own trainer, the conditions were 'perfect' for what she had planned, but past experience and many recurring dreams had taught him that 'perfect' did not immediately translate to 'successful' whenever it came to this particular woman. Suffice to say that this evening would be filled with an impressive list of failings, all of which could have been avoided, if the accursed human had been more careful in the initial planning stages.

In previous dreams he had attempted to bring the flaws to her attention, he'd kicked up a fuss, he'd deliberately sabotaged the gadgets, and he’d run off with them... It had done nothing. The end result was an earache as his trainer had chastised him and then proceeded with her initial plans. In more than one dream she had blown both of them up and he had awoken in an even fouler mood than when he had slipped unconscious.

However, this evening he had elected to try out a new method and rather than participate in his trainer's 'evil' machinations he had deposited himself quite comfortably on one of the low lining beams on the bridge. Balancing precariously upon it, he coiled his short tail around one of the nearby wires to ensure he didn't fall to his doom and fixed his gaze upon the human. Crouched nearby, she had her nose in another of her miserable gadgets and even from here he knew that the end result would be the same - she was going to blow off her eyebrows again. There wouldn't be a roar of victory as she acquired any rare pokemon; instead there would be a squeal of horror as she found her face stuck in a permanently 'startled' expression until her eyebrows had grown back in full.

Well it was amusing to him at least.

He reclined a little more, relaxing into position as he observed the human with lazy eyes and took note of each little screw up she chose to ignore. If he were human he wouldn't have missed those details, in fact, if he'd possessed opposable thumbs he would have fixed it. Alas he possessed neither thumbs nor form and as such, could do nothing more than raise his eyes heavenwards in exasperation. Regardless, he took pleasure in the knowledge that this evening he would not be singing off his own fur alongside his eccentric but otherwise useless trainer. There was something to be said for watching from afar, particularly when the overwhelming sense of dread that often accompanied this dream had dissipated. Apparently sitting out of the more unrealistic and facepaw worthy moments was beneficial to his health!

Health concerns aside it also gave him the opportunity to survey his immediate surroundings, a glance here and there to assess the lay of the land. Occasionally, he would pause, peer more closely at a particular location and then note that if he were putting this plan into action then he would have chosen that one instead. There were a few locations like that, the edges of the bridge where escape routes were more accessible were the most intelligent choices and then there were the -

He paused again.

A shift in position followed, and then a double take as his red gaze shifted away from his human and towards an individual that was both very pink and completely foreign to this scenario. As a recurring dream he had experienced this scenario a lot and in all those times there had never been anything pink in his vision. Unsurprisingly, the pokemon's brow lifted and he slowly stood up to get a better look at whatever the pink thing was. One thing that the Snivy did notice was the fact that this unknown entity had gone completely unnoticed by his very eccentric trainer. Well, had he known that he would receive visitors if he deviated from the norm he would have done this a long time ago, it made for decidedly more interesting content than having your head blown off by a backfiring 'invention'.

A stand off soon ensued with the Snivy assessing the potential for catastrophe (something he had elected to avoid this evening). However, the stranger refrained from drawing any closer, instead, he simply smiled and waited. Narci couldn't quite place it but there was something about the man that didn't quite add up, he was detached from the dream and yet still a part of it. Puzzling to be sure, it was enough to pique the Snivy's interest and he eventually approached, hopping down from the ledge to greet the unknown male. It was only when the introductions had been made that the individual's identity was revealed - the man was a Musharna and he came with a proposition. Aware of Narci's rather vocal declarations that 'if he were human' (or possessed opposable thumbs) he would teach his trainer a thing or two, the Musharna informed him that this was a definite possibility.

No, Narcissus hadn't misheard the man - the Musharna had definitely informed him that he could grant the Snivy the opportunity to put his money where his mouth was. He could rise up and stand beside the humans as an equal, he could learn from them, re-educate them and in doing so; demonstrate he was decidedly more competent than all of them combined. At first the Snivy was understandably doubtful, his brow creasing in disbelief and then after some consideration he had made his choice. He would humour the Musharna - the worst that could happen was that he would wake up just as unimpressed and unfulfilled as he always did.

Thus, the offer was accepted and sure enough when he awoke, he did not feel the familiar caress of fur against his nose, or the wriggle of stretching paws. His brow lifted in surprise and he soon tilted his chin, only to be greeted by a very human torso - not bad he conceded, as a half smile flickered onto his lips. Perhaps there was merit to what the Musharna had to say, it was just unfortunate that the Dreamwalker knew little of the Snivy's true aspirations. Oh he would certainly re-educate his humans, but it was unlikely he would do so in the way that most would prefer...