>>5750705>>5750714>>5750727>>5750728>>5750742>>5750746>Let's get that Houndour we kicked on the schnoz earlier. >>5750730>>5750735>>5750739>>5750761>Let's not do that.You didn’t expect something like this, but it actually works perfectly for you.
In fact, you already have a prospective candidate in mind: A certain fire-spitting canine that won't leave you the fuck alone. Persuading it that serving as your mon is preferable to starve out on the street shouldn't be too hard, getting it to behave during inspection on the other hand...
You’ll come up with something later. And in case it doesn’t work out you’ll keep your options open and be on the lookout for any other possible mons to capture.
>Anon is now seriously considering taming the Houndour. While everyone else is leaving the complex you make your way to room 200 B. The military base is pretty big, but you got a good sense of direction after spending a good chunk of your free time partaking in urban exploring.
Seems like you arrived earlier than most. The only one already here is some guy leaning on the wall, he{'s wearing a cap, fingerless gloves, and a backpack. Kid looks foreign, from an eastern region most probably. By his side is a stout-looking Bulbasaur observing his surroundings. The little grass type notices your arrival and notifies his trainer with his retractable vines and a soft growl. The trainer quickly responds to his companion and turns his gaze at you. He wordlessly examines you for a second, he gives you a silent nod, and goes back to his original position. He´s got one of those belts trainers use to keep their Pokeballs ready at hand but it seems empty.
After a couple of minutes, more people started to arrive. There’s a serious-looking girl who makes no attempt to hide her expression of disgust, judging by her attire and complexion she looks similar to the natives of the southern jungles of the Aztlan republic. You’ve seen them before but you’ve never interacted with one. She doesn’t acknowledge either of you and seems to mutter something under her breath in a dialect you don’t recognize. The most you know about the southern natives comes from the records of the constant civil wars between the southern and northern parts of the region.
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