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[dragonplated]

"He is an aerodactyl, not a dinosaur." Lance sounds offended on the pokemon's behalf, arms folding as he frowns. Technically speaking, he could probably be considered one alongside other fossil pokemon, but given Berry was prone to offense at the idea of being related to the more ground bound dinosaurs, Lance isn't going to fuss.

"I'm Lance."

He completely ignores the whole evil comment. He's already been there and done that, and he isn't seeing or sensing any pokemon here other than his own. What does he care if the people of this world are terrible? There's no pokemon here to worry over.

"As I said, we missed lunch."

  "your team?" gohan asks immediately, his eyes shifting warily to the aereodactyl, going right back to, what he can gather, is its owner. the stranger's words are even more confusing than he expected, and it slightly aids in lowering his guard a little bit.

after all, if he really was coming to destroy the earth or take over it, gohan would be more concerned if he began to reign down his terror with such an underhanded act. most villains he faced were head on and honest about their motivation and desires, after all. 

"my name is son gohan. i'm..." he trails off for a moment. "well, are you really just looking for food? with that dinosaur you have there i was almost certain you were here to... do something evil." the words come out clunky, gohan still trying to get over his disbelief. "what's your name anyways?"

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Depends, did it slither because it likes to slither or because you made it into a worm.

Are we gonna have a problem?

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"Why the fuck did he slither. It can fly."

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"Who would win in a fight, a very pissed off gyarados or 1000 dratini?" Asking the big questions.

He opens his mouth to answer, before closing it again. Lifts a finger, thinks then lowers that too. Finally, he turns to look at his team, clearly thinking about it.

"I think they'd be so evenly matched that they'd cancel each other out and create a massive black hole to swallow the planet."

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Is it weird to pull a guy's tail.

Why does he have a tail.

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   Coughs and sneezes on him— [ Dia ]

"What is wrong with you? Cover your mouth!" He's going to bite this kid.

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Well, this is new. He's heard rumors of psychics capable of flight, but never actually met one. Most of his psychic experience is Sabrina, and she doesn't often leave Saffron. Glancing down, Lance tapped his aerodactyl lightly with the toe of a boot; immediately Berry Mixer banked, losing altitude.

"I'm looking for a noodle stand." A pause, as Lance considers. The Ultra Beast had opened some sort of wormhole, and he knows he isn't quite home anymore but other than that? He has no idea. Are psychics normal here? No one else around seems to be flying, so hard to say.

"My team and I missed lunch due to... circumstances." Noodles feel like a safe bet in terms of food that's edible and won't contain anything that might harm his pokemon. "Who are you?"

  out of all the things gohan had expected when he followed the powerful ki signature that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, it certainly wasn't this. a strange man with sharpened, intimidating features riding on top of an equally intimidating dragon, a species of which gohan's never seen before...

what was his aim? was he another evildoer looking for world domination? and after they've just dealt with cell not even several years ago? the idea of yet another fight weighed heavy on the teenager's mind, but if he had to... he'd do as his father wished for him to and protect his home. no matter the costs.

"what are you doing here? who are you?" gohan barks immediately, brows furrowing as he floats easily in the air, slowly moving into a fighting stance. "i'll let you know, the last person who came here to cause trouble... it didn't end well for them." / @dragonplated.

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"Pixel, did you sign me up for welch's fruit snacks newsletters."

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"This way there is an email trail for work," Lance answers immediately, not looking up from his own screen. He does reach with one hand, however, to ball up a napkin and throw it at the insulting phone. "Also a record of the conversation and decisions."

A pause, before he continues typing. Louder, this time. Clearly an intentional decision. The laptop gives a buzzing laugh, the porygon within its network snickering. Lance closes it immediately, giving it a look before the lid snaps shut and cuts off the pokemon's amusement.

"Didn't we agree we weren't going to have a conversation?" This is why he'd wanted to sit alone and eat in peace. Pity the restaurant hadn't gotten the memo about it. "But since you insist, I suppose we can have a discussion instead." He picked up his drink, turning his head to stare Grusha in the eye.

"Are you enjoying your...." A glance down to the plate. "Whatever that is."

[ LAZY ! ]

the finger they've been tracing absently against the wooden tabletop jerks as their torso moves in a jump. it's a a betrayal of their surprise from hearing the rotom's grating and particularly loud voice unexpectedly. gaze snaps to the object, still face-down an arm's-reach from where they sit, and they reach to snatch it up / find a reason for its sudden outburst...

... when it zips just beyond where their fingertips fall, and jumps into the air / flashing screen at its owner ( showing the obvious 'email' icon... explanation for the notification seconds prior ) before going black. it rotates to become vertical in the air, and seems to shake somewhat as it hovers closer to the (regrettably) nearby patron, "back" to him, but allowing the eyespots to float level to his head.

( ... do those eyespots actually work for eyesight? ) the specialist can't help but wonder as they watch their possessed phone's queer behavior, but the thought cuts off as the object seems to quiver slightly mid-air.

[ shOOOOOOOOrt-raNSmIssioN. LAzY. ]

by a blessing their expression's largely hidden by the scarf over their face, but it's significant enough that their eyes above highlight how much they didn't anticipate their phone's rotom to behave in such a manner. "dude -" they turn, their "reach" this time now something more of a snatch as they catch the object mid-float, holding it betwixt tense hands. glaring down at it, the screen flickers...

... unlocks... ... opens the notification that had appeared to grusha's e-mail...

... and suddenly the gym leader understands the behavior. at least slightly.

"did you seriously just send me an e-mail when you're sitting right next to me?" they release the phone, turning so their profile faces lance & nothing more, arms crossing overtop their ribcage. "your typing is so loud, your voice asking me those questions would have been more quiet."

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"I don't want the donuts." He frowns, crossing his arms at the teenager. "What I want to know is why you're dexing pokemon without asking their trainers. It's rude."

Who even was he?

   ❝ oops, sorry … ❞ with the dragonite having wandered off, Dia's attention returns to the trainer before him. ❝  i have more donuts if you want some. i made plenty! ❞

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"I am right here." Noodle snorts, happily taking the offered donuts and wandering off to find a spot he can sit and eat. Clearly, the donuts outweigh Lance's annoyance.

// @dragonplated , [ donuts for noodle. ]

   ❝ oh, hi ! ❞ the trainer gives a soft smile as he closes and returns the pokedex to his pocket, then steps forward to accept the pokemon's paw in a handshake. the man's question in turn is unintentionally disregarded. ❝ i'm Dia, this is Lax, and oh, you want a donut? i made them this morning. ❞

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   ❝ oh cool, i haven't seen this one before. ❞ with a slow, languid blink, the teen raises his pokedex with one hand while a half-eaten donut occupies the other. beside him stands a munchlax, also holding multiple quickly-disappearing donuts in each hand. the dex chimes in.

< Dragonite, the dragon pokemon. it is said to make its home somewhere in the sea. it guides crews of shipwrecks to shore. >  [ Dia ! ]

Rude? "Do you just dex people's pokemon without asking as a normal behavior or is this an insult to me specifically." Behind Lance, Noodle shook his head with a sigh, leaning past his trainer to offer a paw in greeting.

"Yes, fine. This is dragonite."

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Emergency Dad Mode.

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//today is a fatigue day for me so my activity's gonna be low i think. i'll probably attempt drafts and lurk on the dash so i may do things here and there while lurking but

majority of my presence today is discord

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Tell me a famous fanon theory or headcanon that you love, and one you hate!

the only fanon theory/headcanon for lance that i actually know is the "lance is the only g-man who actually exists" meme theory from the anime bc despite talking about them he's the only one we ever Actually see. this one i love just bc it's so. it's funny??? lance traveling the world claiming to be part of a superhero group is so funny

:thinkcat: i don't know any others to have one i hate tho

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//my grandmother sent a surprise package for my cat and it's so funny

it was a variety pack of cat toys and he really likes balls which is nice bc i have a bunch of ball and rolly cat toys that seven never touched bc she preferred feather toys. so now i don't have to be worried he'll be bored since he's going nuts about the new toys

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MATCHMAKER!

Someone that strong enough to beat you in a straight fight. The two of you wrestle until you suddenly start kissing each other.

"Incorrect."

He only wrestles with dragons, people don't know how to wrestle correctly. If there was biting involved though then he might consider.

...

(Were they talking about the bug guy?)