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[Voice/Video] [16th Song] Outbreak!
[Action; A]
[Father's been back and forth about the Otherhouse and where-ever else he's needed, caring to mutated children, trying not to be sick and trying not to show that he's ill to anyone. The children come will always come first to him, but he's at that point where he can't physically stand up properly anymore.
After the destruction of one of the two bathrooms and the other one being used for quick visits of toilet abuse, he's got a new, sad instinct at the idea that he can't take a bath. Something's telling him that he needs to find a body of water to relax in! And- wait- then he realizes that there is another...
Residents of the Otherhouse and those just passing by, feel free to find the mutated Other Father with his trousers rolled up and his webbed feet soaking in the front-garden pond. He really doesn't look so good, but he's putting on a smile as usual.]
[Action; B]
He felt bad not taking the Pokémon for a walk, ill or not. They're like the family pets or another set of kids, so he has to pay attention to them. Once feeling relaxed and better, with the kids are out of the house for whatever reason (which at the moment, seems to be to buy new Pokégears), he buckles up his party and heads on out.
Making his way to the outskirts of Goldenrod as usual, it's not long before they encounter a Pokémon. And then another one. And another. A mixture of Growlithe, Snubble and Mareep begin to growl, obviously agitated at the presence of the Other Father. His own Pokémon begin to get defensive, alarmed at the behavior, eager to let out warning that you do not touch this man.
A stare-off takes place until the Mareep cries, a shock of electric hits the Other Father in the arm and he tries to muffle a cry of pain; so sharp, but he felt everything. Falling to his knees he, he can only watch as his own 'mons jump forward and begin to attack the oncoming Pokémon, blocking them from their trainer.
It's not until a single Drowzee walks forward and begins to make noises, staring at Father with a look in his eyes that's just so mesmerizing... the Pokémon fail to protect him, not noticing the subtle attack. He begins to feel tired and the world begins to fade away as he falls entirely to the floor, eyes closing. The last image he sees is Snapdragon stepping in front of him, glowing brightly and changing shape. Nothing else quite registers as he falls unconscious.
((ooc; So Father's asleep somewhere in the long grass of Goldenrod; his Pokémon are protecting him for the moment, but if someone else wants to come and help then they're free to.
If not, Bobby the Blastoise will be carrying him back home and away from the wild.))
[Voice/Action; C]
[A few attacks managed to hit him in the miniature battle of Route 34, some bruising on his face that he doesn't want the world to see.
He's trying to be as chirpy as usual, but he's struggling.]
Might be best that everyone stays away from the wilderness; the Pokémon are attacking trainers.
Here's to hopin' we all get better soon.
[And the short feed ends.
If anyone's in the house, father's in his room, lying down. He wants to get up, but he's used all his energy in the last two days.
Sometimes, he really misses living off of the Other Mother's power. He never had to worry about any of this, and he's sure-as-rain not used to it.]
[Father's been back and forth about the Otherhouse and where-ever else he's needed, caring to mutated children, trying not to be sick and trying not to show that he's ill to anyone. The children come will always come first to him, but he's at that point where he can't physically stand up properly anymore.
After the destruction of one of the two bathrooms and the other one being used for quick visits of toilet abuse, he's got a new, sad instinct at the idea that he can't take a bath. Something's telling him that he needs to find a body of water to relax in! And- wait- then he realizes that there is another...
Residents of the Otherhouse and those just passing by, feel free to find the mutated Other Father with his trousers rolled up and his webbed feet soaking in the front-garden pond. He really doesn't look so good, but he's putting on a smile as usual.]
[Action; B]
He felt bad not taking the Pokémon for a walk, ill or not. They're like the family pets or another set of kids, so he has to pay attention to them. Once feeling relaxed and better, with the kids are out of the house for whatever reason (which at the moment, seems to be to buy new Pokégears), he buckles up his party and heads on out.
Making his way to the outskirts of Goldenrod as usual, it's not long before they encounter a Pokémon. And then another one. And another. A mixture of Growlithe, Snubble and Mareep begin to growl, obviously agitated at the presence of the Other Father. His own Pokémon begin to get defensive, alarmed at the behavior, eager to let out warning that you do not touch this man.
A stare-off takes place until the Mareep cries, a shock of electric hits the Other Father in the arm and he tries to muffle a cry of pain; so sharp, but he felt everything. Falling to his knees he, he can only watch as his own 'mons jump forward and begin to attack the oncoming Pokémon, blocking them from their trainer.
It's not until a single Drowzee walks forward and begins to make noises, staring at Father with a look in his eyes that's just so mesmerizing... the Pokémon fail to protect him, not noticing the subtle attack. He begins to feel tired and the world begins to fade away as he falls entirely to the floor, eyes closing. The last image he sees is Snapdragon stepping in front of him, glowing brightly and changing shape. Nothing else quite registers as he falls unconscious.
((ooc; So Father's asleep somewhere in the long grass of Goldenrod; his Pokémon are protecting him for the moment, but if someone else wants to come and help then they're free to.
If not, Bobby the Blastoise will be carrying him back home and away from the wild.))
[Voice/Action; C]
[A few attacks managed to hit him in the miniature battle of Route 34, some bruising on his face that he doesn't want the world to see.
He's trying to be as chirpy as usual, but he's struggling.]
Might be best that everyone stays away from the wilderness; the Pokémon are attacking trainers.
Here's to hopin' we all get better soon.
[And the short feed ends.
If anyone's in the house, father's in his room, lying down. He wants to get up, but he's used all his energy in the last two days.
Sometimes, he really misses living off of the Other Mother's power. He never had to worry about any of this, and he's sure-as-rain not used to it.]
[Audio]
'Though luckily, there was a little gentleman around to rescue me after I got hypnotized.
[Audio]
[He pauses again, as though struggling with figuring out what he wants to say. And when he does speak, it's almost a mutter.]
Good. Be careful, alright?
[Audio]
He knew he'd come around one day.]
Anythin' for you, son.