[After a long day of looking for triangles, Siffrin and Shoka's reward is nothing more than an ominous promise from their Abra charge: there is no possible way that they will be stranded here for much longer.
It feels more like a penalty than a reward. Though Shoka initially scoffs and dismisses it ("What's that supposed to mean? You call that 'information'?"), she's strangely quiet afterward, unable to come up with any further quips or comments. Her eyes are distant; something under her shroud briefly squirms as if in resistance.
Once the Abra is gone, she announces to Siffrin,] Well, that was dumb.
[Not to mention totally pointless. Well... almost totally pointless. She was having fun up until that last part.
They've been running around all day, but she still feels compelled to suggest, by way of a distraction:]
Anyways—you up for a little sparring? Still haven't been able to pull off an Electric-type move without using Mimic... but I think I've almost got it figured out.
[Siffrin has their own reasons to be on edge about a statement like that these days... but if the Abra hadn't said it with such confidence, they probably wouldn't be paying any attention to it. He's a newbie, right? They haven't seen him around before. What would he know?]
[Between his confidence and Shoka's quiet, though, they seem to be getting infected by her unease.]
...yeah, wasn't it? Who does he think he is, Dr. Denne?
[Hmm. Do they need to come up with a nickname for doctor mouse too, actually...?]
[They give one front paw a lick, in that way cats do where they're trying to convince you they're not thinking about anything else, then blink up at her.]
What, all that hiking wasn't enough for you today? [In a much lighter tone than the Mean Girls Bitching the two of them just engaged in. (The hiking that was kind of sort of their fault, also...)]
[They can't deny that they could burn off some nervous energy, though.] Sure, why not.
[Siffrin also stretches - as usual, extending their front paws first, then shaking out their back ones. Maybe this actually has a purpose? Or maybe stretching is just something you feel compelled to do once you've seen someone else do it, like yawning.]
Then you better nail it this time! [They tease. Can't have her ruining it by being more dumb!]
[The first move they learned... kind of hard to say, actually. They were doing so much instinctively, and it's all jumbled together in one mass of what they still can't help but think of as Electric Craft. But even though they didn't have a name for it back then, they think they do remember the first time they zapped someone on purpose...]
[With an amused snort, Shoka braces herself. Her disguise takes the hit for her, of course, but she tries to focus on the way the electricity flows around her body—and then from it, when she immediately proceeds to Mimic the move. The Thunder Shock starts in the cheeks of her now drooping disguise-head—just like it would if a Pikachu were to use the move—before enveloping her body and surging out through her claws at Siffrin's feet.
She isn't trying very hard at all to actually hit them—just firing close enough to demonstrate the move (and if they do let themselves get hit, it's a low-level move and they have type resistance on their side, so she doesn't expect them to take much damage).]
Thanks a watt! Now lemme just...
[Imitate it, without actual Mimicry... If she just pictures an Electric-affinity pin in the palm of her hand, then the arc of the Thunder Shock...
She lifts a hand and squints her eyes, trying to concentrate. Residual electricity skitters along her claws. She focuses on it, willing it to travel to the very tips of her fingers—]
[—Only for a split second of uncertainty—a passing thought—to completely and unceremoniously shatter her concentration. Instead of surging outward, the attack backfires and bites at her claws; she recoils with a hiss of pain.]
[Siffrin doesn't move - with their resistance, they're not worried about it. They lift one forepaw out of the way and let the jittering tendrils of leftover electricity bzzt against their other one, and that's about it.]
[They're more alarmed by the electricity that recoils back against her, taking an alarmed step forward. The fur on their tail poofs up, slightly. They've never had anything like that happen to them - if they've ever had problems, it's been failing to contain lightning. Maybe those are just the perks of being an Electric type.]
[As the sting ebbs away, she wonders the same thing: what happened? But she already knows, really. She's distracted, her mind stuck elsewhere. She flexes her claws; electricity crackles briefly over her shadowy knuckles, but still doesn't manifest as any attack.
She exhales a sigh.]
Frinrin... [A brief silence, along with a pulse of static across her form. It seems like she has something important to say—or, more accurately, is trying to figure out how to say it or even she even should at all—but what comes out instead is:] Duck.
[She lashes out her hand, swiping at Siffrin with a Slash.]
[She has the electricity part down, at least - as far as Siffrin's standards go, she's doing Electric Craft, even if it's not a move yet. So surely she'll get it down soon...?]
[They perk an ear to listen when she says their nickname, watching her searchingly... only to drop to the ground with one paw holding their hat down when she tells them to duck.]
[Right! Back to sparring, got it. They smack the ground with one paw to Make Up The Time summon a Tailwind, and follow it up by charging (heh) at her with a Spark.]
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It feels more like a penalty than a reward. Though Shoka initially scoffs and dismisses it ("What's that supposed to mean? You call that 'information'?"), she's strangely quiet afterward, unable to come up with any further quips or comments. Her eyes are distant; something under her shroud briefly squirms as if in resistance.
Once the Abra is gone, she announces to Siffrin,] Well, that was dumb.
[Not to mention totally pointless. Well... almost totally pointless. She was having fun up until that last part.
They've been running around all day, but she still feels compelled to suggest, by way of a distraction:]
Anyways—you up for a little sparring? Still haven't been able to pull off an Electric-type move without using Mimic... but I think I've almost got it figured out.
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[Between his confidence and Shoka's quiet, though, they seem to be getting infected by her unease.]
...yeah, wasn't it? Who does he think he is, Dr. Denne?
[Hmm. Do they need to come up with a nickname for doctor mouse too, actually...?]
[They give one front paw a lick, in that way cats do where they're trying to convince you they're not thinking about anything else, then blink up at her.]
What, all that hiking wasn't enough for you today? [In a much lighter tone than the Mean Girls Bitching the two of them just engaged in. (The hiking that was kind of sort of their fault, also...)]
[They can't deny that they could burn off some nervous energy, though.] Sure, why not.
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[Interlocking her claws, she stretches out her arms—just for fun, apparently, considering the obvious lack of muscles in those arms.]
Looking for something that won't totally fry my phone, so I'll be going easy on you anyway—just this once! What's the first Electric move you learned?
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Then you better nail it this time! [They tease. Can't have her ruining it by being more dumb!]
[The first move they learned... kind of hard to say, actually. They were doing so much instinctively, and it's all jumbled together in one mass of what they still can't help but think of as Electric Craft. But even though they didn't have a name for it back then, they think they do remember the first time they zapped someone on purpose...]
Thunder Shock, maybe?
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Hit me with your best Shock, then!
[She is just going to stand there and take it, apparently, but at least her Disguise ability will absorb the damage?]
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[Siffrin obligingly sparks up. It's been a while since they punned consistently - since they got their memories back, in fact - but...]
I'll gift-zap it just for you!
[One Thunder Shock incoming!]
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She isn't trying very hard at all to actually hit them—just firing close enough to demonstrate the move (and if they do let themselves get hit, it's a low-level move and they have type resistance on their side, so she doesn't expect them to take much damage).]
Thanks a watt! Now lemme just...
[Imitate it, without actual Mimicry... If she just pictures an Electric-affinity pin in the palm of her hand, then the arc of the Thunder Shock...
She lifts a hand and squints her eyes, trying to concentrate. Residual electricity skitters along her claws. She focuses on it, willing it to travel to the very tips of her fingers—]
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Agh—!
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[They're more alarmed by the electricity that recoils back against her, taking an alarmed step forward. The fur on their tail poofs up, slightly. They've never had anything like that happen to them - if they've ever had problems, it's been failing to contain lightning. Maybe those are just the perks of being an Electric type.]
It looked like you had it...
[What happened?]
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Yeah, well—guess I didn't...
[As the sting ebbs away, she wonders the same thing: what happened? But she already knows, really. She's distracted, her mind stuck elsewhere. She flexes her claws; electricity crackles briefly over her shadowy knuckles, but still doesn't manifest as any attack.
She exhales a sigh.]
Frinrin... [A brief silence, along with a pulse of static across her form. It seems like she has something important to say—or, more accurately, is trying to figure out how to say it or even she even should at all—but what comes out instead is:] Duck.
[She lashes out her hand, swiping at Siffrin with a Slash.]
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[They perk an ear to listen when she says their nickname, watching her searchingly... only to drop to the ground with one paw holding their hat down when she tells them to duck.]
[Right! Back to sparring, got it. They smack the ground with one paw to
Make Up The Timesummon a Tailwind, and follow it up by charging (heh) at her with a Spark.]