♉3 - action/video

[commune]

[ behold, Goldenrod. your new campeador has arrived! Tavros has been on the fly—or, uh, the bull ride—for weeks, with the express purpose of hastening to Goldenrod. of course, the reason this took almost a month and not, y'know, a week or two, is because he got lost. a lot. lost, and held up by wild Pokemon that he had to direct his amazing team of three underleveled Pokemon to battle, with near-disastrous results, and other various paraplegic shenanigans that I would be heartless to describe here, but which may or may not involve the total destruction of his wheelchair somewhere along the way.

so, as grand as it may seem to ride into a big city on the back of a giant hoofbeast, it really becomes less impressive when you take in the weather-beaten and fatigue-stricken appearance of both steed and rider. ]

We did it, Rufio! Unless I'm reading the map wrong, uhh, again, which is a thing that's completely possible, since it happened so many times before, but assuming I'm not, which I don't think I am, for once...

[ his Tauros gives a snort of impatience. Would you get to the point, already? ]

Right, sorry. Anyway, I think this is Goldenrod. It's gotta be, just, based on its appearance, which resembles the descriptions that were given to me, before.

[ clip clop clip clop... clip... clop... Rufio is beginning to slow down. his legs are trembling. Tavros leans down and pats his neck consolingly. ]

It sure is big, isn't it...

[ ...and then he promptly passes out and falls off of his trusty steed sideways, just in time for said trusty steed to collapse over the other way. bull pileup on aisle four. ]


[ ooc: assume replies to responses on the 'gear come after he wakes up \o\ ]

Comments

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[bullieve.livejournal.com]

[ yeah, he just kind of stares intensely at that offered hand, spacing out. he's so tired, what's going on, oh, he's saying words. what is he saying? something about help, something about... oh... okay, he's supposed to be moving. slowly, he shakes his head. ]

I, uhh, thanks, but I can't really get up, or do other things that require legs that work...

[action]

[soulcool.livejournal.com]

[ ... Oh. Yeah, he pauses at that, before shrugging.]

Guess I'll carry you, then. Your Pokemon looks pretty tired, too; so having him carry you there'd be a kinda bad idea.

You don't mind, right?

[action]

[bullieve.livejournal.com]

[ just. shakes his head again. it is too much for him to even follow words being said, so he doesn't know what he's not minding exactly, but it probably has something to do with helping him move, and there is nothing he minds about that. he does turn to look at Rufio, though, putting a hand on his side. ]

Oh no, poor Rufio.

[action]

[soulcool.livejournal.com]

... Put'im back in his Pokeball; the nurses should be able to take care of him just fine.

Once you've got'im settled, I'll help you to the Center.

[And he can use this time to figure out how, of course. 8|a Offering a piggyback seems the most obvious, but that'd require a bit of legwork. Maybe just... carrying the kid bridal style or over his shoulder or something...]

[action]

[bullieve.livejournal.com]

[ just throw him around like a sack of potatoes, he's about as useful as one. 8( also, he fumbles around for more time than he really ought to until he locates Rufio's Pokeball, then points it at him, drawing him back in.

...and without the support to lean against, he just falls right over on the ground eljgkth. ]

Aah...