♕ NINTH COMMAND | ACTION [OLIVINE CITY] | FOURTH WALL

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[If you happen to be exploring Olivine City today, you may run into Archer. That's really not all that unusual - contrary to popular belief, he does spend some time outdoors (some being the key word there) - but what's striking about it is... well, the insane number of cats following him.]

Where did you all even come from...?

[They're all the little cats rather than the larger ones. That means there's a herd of wild Meowth, Glameow, Skitty, Shinx, and Purrloin following Archer around. He loves cats, sure, but this is a bit much!]

[...He may or may not have started carrying around one of those Purrloin though. It's only because he doesn't have one, it's not like he actually likes it or anything...!!]

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[After awhile you just learn not to question anything and write it off as Johto-logic. It's almost as flawed as Archer-logic. Almost.]

Congratulations. What are you going to name it?

[He is so proud of you, bb!]

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[And you can just have the most prompt answer on the planet!]

Veronica.

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...Veronica.

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...You planned this out?

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...Why Vernoica?

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I didn't plan anything. She just looks like a Veronica.

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...If you say so...

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I feel bad for any Veronicas you knew if they looked like that.

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I haven't known any that I really remember, don't worry.

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...So she's not named after anyone. She just... looks like a Veronica.

[...What does he do with you, bb...]

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That's what I said. She looks like a Veronica.

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[...You are such a herpderp...]

If you say so. Well, you're now the proud owner of a Tentacool. What will you do next?

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Train it, I guess.

[Well, the more valid answer is "Clutch that Pokéball like he's never letting go and kind of grin like a maniac again," but...details.]

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[Oh bb... don't worry, he's not going to take your jellyfish.]

You'll need to heal it first. Come on, let's go to the Pokémon Center.

[And off we go! Keep up now, bbthing!]

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[Hang on, hang on, he's currently soaking wet and trying not to run into any more...invisible jellyfish in the shallows.

That said, however, he doesn't seem to mind the fact that he's still dripping up a storm once he's on the beach; he takes about thirty seconds to wring out that...skirt-thing on the uniform before he just shrugs, seeming to say "fuck it" before moving on.]

Thanks for that, by the way.

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[...You're going to drip everywhere...]

For what?

[As far as he's concerned, he didn't do anything. Gambit did most of the work, and she's very happily keeping pace with Kimbley. She seems to have decided he's okay.]

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[Kimbley doesn't mind that at all - Gambit is a brosis, she tortures jellyfish and doesn't afraid of anything.

As for Archer's words...well. He just shrugs a bit at that, really.]

For letting me do that in the first place, I guess.

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Why wouldn't I? It's good to see you so excited.

[Admittedly you're not Kimblee; it would be something short of a miracle to see him excited. But still, it's nice to see you so pleased.]

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Yeah, well. I can't let you have all the fun when it comes to shit like this.

[He is so pleased right now, holy shit.]

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No, I suppose you can't.

[He's noticed. It really is good to see you so pleased.]

[Ah, here we are! The Pokémon Center!]

Give the Pokéball to the woman at the counter; she'll heal it for you.

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[Said woman looks none too impressed about the soaking wet thing wandering into her Center, but she heals his Pokémon anyway; Kimbley has no idea how it works, but he isn't going to question it, and he's still smirking up a storm when he gets that ball back.]

You are being way too good to me today, Archer. You know that?

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I fail to see how. Everyone else gets to train Pokémon, so why not you?

[No, it doesn't matter that you'll be leaving in a few days. What matters is making you happy now.]

Well, do you want to train her now? Or would you rather change clothes? I have some spare clothes I can let you borrow.

[As if he doesn't carry around at least five changes of clothes with him at all times? Please.]

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[Archer, he knows better to question you and your million sets of clothes, okay.]

Changing might be good, yeah. The water was fucking freezing.

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...tell me you have more than those godawful sweaters.

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[Good boy.]

My sweaters are perfectly fine, thank you.

[They've gotten worse.]

My bag is in the hotel; come on, let's head back there.

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Sure thing.

[And he will gladly follow after you, okay; he has no damn idea where they are, anyway.]

...so is this what you're always doing? I don't think I've seen you outside this much in...

[...welp.]

You know, I don't think I've seen you outside this much.

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[LINEFACE, BBTHING]

Well, everything is very spread out. The towns are at least days away from each other, if not weeks. The only modes of transportation are walking, Pokémon, or bicycling.

[One guess which one he'll never use!]

So yes, I am outside more often, but only because it's necessary.

[Here we are! Once they're inside Archer will shut the door and locate that bag he's stuffed under the bed. Hmm... what to give you-- here we go!]

[...Yes, it's the ugliest sweater he has, and you can believe it's hideous.]

Here, change into these.

[The pants will... probably be horribly loose on you, but at least they aren't hideous!]

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[This is why he has a belt; yeah, that's kind of full of saltwater as well, but it's at least still functional as, you know. A belt.

He takes the clothes from Archer, linefacing really hard at that sweater as he does so; you're just doing this on purpose now, aren't you? However, he doesn't move to change right away; his hand shifts back a bit, toying with the unfastened collar of that jacket without moving to take it off.]

I probably shouldn't...

[He isn't sure how to finish the sentence; "do this in front of you" was the first thing to come to mind, but he doesn't seem too inclined to say that.]

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Shouldn't what?

[And as usual, Archer has absolutely no idea what you're talking about. He has plenty of clothes, that's not an issue. There's no reason for you to stay in that soaking-wet uniform. So what the hell are you even talking about?]