Oh, my bad, Spengs, for swearing in front of the embryo when I just got hit in the stomach. This is how Houdini died, you know.
[The Pokeball finally stops wriggling and makes a quiet "click" noise. Venkman sighs in relief, putting the Pokeball down and rubbing his face with one hand. After a moment, he picks the Pokegear up so he can see Egon again.]
Yeah, yeah. I still don't want to get a job, but I guess it could be useful.
[At least basic knowledge of Pokemon medicine and restraint would be a world of help right now.]
... I would maybe kind of appreciate that. Yeah. Thanks.
[He had plans to con a hotel or inn into letting him stay the night but now he's got an injured baby deer to worry about, throwing an added wrench in his plans.]
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[The Pokeball finally stops wriggling and makes a quiet "click" noise. Venkman sighs in relief, putting the Pokeball down and rubbing his face with one hand. After a moment, he picks the Pokegear up so he can see Egon again.]
Yeah, yeah. I still don't want to get a job, but I guess it could be useful.
[At least basic knowledge of Pokemon medicine and restraint would be a world of help right now.]
... I would maybe kind of appreciate that. Yeah. Thanks.
[He had plans to con a hotel or inn into letting him stay the night but now he's got an injured baby deer to worry about, throwing an added wrench in his plans.]