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[solas_ion]

[Starter appreciation day, huh? Lancer doesn't need a day to appreciate his precious hellhound baby. Broadcasting to you from gods-only-know-where is a Lancer with a shiny Swablu perched upon his head and a stupid smile on his face. The Houndoom circled her sitting Trainer with an eagerly wagging tail, occasionally stopping to sniff at whatever he was doing.]

Alright, Olldóiteán, you ready?

[Grinning like an idiot, Lancer held up a stick upon which was skewered an impressive collection of meat; apparently this was how he did camping. The hellhound at his side practically hopped with excitement, whiptail going fast enough to take someone's head off. Lancer held the stick out a reasonable distance, and...]

Flamethrower.

[ FWOOSH ]

[Holy shit that's a lot of fire.]

Comments

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[ex_cashcow493]

[ Saber wants to go to there. ]

That is a lot of--[ Wait, where is he? ] Where did you get that meat?

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[riastrad_ridire]

Picked it up as I was leavin' Goldenrod.

[He's pretty sure he's not far from there.]

[But he's kind of lost.]

[ex_cashcow493]

Is that how much you eat on your own?

[ Cause's she kind of jelly if so. ]

[riastrad_ridire]

Not often--I was going to share some of it with Olldóiteán.

[Who seems to be an expert cook.]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Still kind of jelly. ] Do the two of you do this sort of thing often?

[riastrad_ridire]

Once in a while. Why?

[ex_cashcow493]

You should bake... a little closer to Goldenrod City next time.

[ Guilt is setting in for being selfish oh noes. Time to back out. ]

[riastrad_ridire]

...Hm, did you want me to make something for you?

[ex_cashcow493]

[ GUILT!! ] Mm, no, it is alright. I could order something.

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[paladinlost]

...Charcoal is useful, but it's still a shame to waste that meat.

[No food could survive that much fire, right?]

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[riastrad_ridire]

Mmph'r mr-- [LANCER FOR CHRIST'S SAKE SWALLOW THE STEAK YOU JUST CRAMMED IN YOUR FACE] --talking about?

[Strangely enough, the Houndoom currently enjoying a steak of her own seems to be a very skilled cook.]

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[paladinlost]

[Goodness, it actually looks edible!]

...That's some surprisingly skillful control over her flame, then.

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[riastrad_ridire]

She's a smart girl.

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[paladinlost]

A smart girl who must have received very thorough cooking lessons.

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[riastrad_ridire]

Not so much cooking as it is control; you've gotta be damn careful with this kind of firepower, no pun intended.

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[paladinlost]

And you have to know what precise heat will give you a rare or well done piece. Unless neither of you are picky about that detail?

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[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake tries not to ask. He really does. But damn it, sometimes you have to.]

[The screen comes on and shows him sitting on a rock by the side of Route 32 right outside of Violet. A Mareep is laying peacefully by him, even though the thing just got the crap beat out of it and zapped into a laser-spitting ball a few minutes ago. They all seemed to take that pretty well.]

What kind of name is Old Oil Tin?

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[riastrad_ridire]

Olldóiteán.

[you insensitive jerk, jeez]

It's Irish.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

That's what I said.

[That's one of the nicer things Blake's been called, actually.]

Whatever language it is, it's a weird thing to call a goat-dog.

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[riastrad_ridire]

She's a hound, first of all. Second, it means 'inferno'. And I'm pretty sure it's a good name for a fire-spouting dog from hell itself.

[YOU WANNA GO, LET'S GO]

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[lieutenantantichrist]

Who the hell speaks Irish? [Is that even a language?]

There's no such thing as hell, and if there were, it wouldn't be exporting Dobermans.