#pottymouth the pumera

[prof-hemp420]

<another picutre with the flower in full view> Genetic tests say it's an Arbok with some really interesting genetics, stuff pointing to domestication. If you notice she displays a higher level of neotany than... oh wait. <shares picture of a NORMAL catcuss with a yellow flower> Yeah, see how the features are less... uneven. Even for a barrel build she's... kind of symmetrical and just more babyish than normal. These creatures usually have yellow flowers, and nothing I nor Mystic know aside from her being a hybrid could produce a bloom like this.

Pottymouth skulks off on her own for fun from time to time.

Tell me about your, hm, partner pokemon?

I mean I don't consider any of my Pokémon to be my one and only partner, but I only have one of my old guard left. Pottymouth the Pumera. I've had Pottymouth since I was 7. I was... a different child and picked the sort of name a child would. It's stuck with her her whole life. <shows picture a pokemon that is a cactus-like feline with massive spiney wings. It stands on hooves and has a long serpentine tail covered in spines that have flattened and are blade-like. The eyes, instead of being cat-like are goatlike. She's about the size of an African lion.>

She's a Pumera, one of the lines that are the starters here on Terramara. Like any starter rated Pumera she's been bred to be extremley protective and bond closely to me. I mean gotta keep the kids safe when they start their challenge. Why not specially bred pokemon. Kids typically get their Pokémon a couple years before the start of their challenge to really get the bond cemented.

Recently I've had the great fortune to start forming a bond with this great lug. <shares picture of Proteus, covered in inkay>. He's what people are calling a Walking Wake. Bit of a mouthful to be honest.

Right now I'm more learning about him, he's going to be my big presentation at Dragon Con.

And well Piers just gave me an Inkay, Cheese'n'Toast. But he's a baby yet.

What about you? Really great of you to take in a trainer-orphaned pokemon like that.

[unovadragoncongossip]

Video after break Ooc: this is a high stakes scene, it gets heavy after the break

<A video shows three people sitting under the newly budding shade of a tree in the mid afternoon sun. It’s a warm day for the time of year. They seem to be carrying some sort of takeout drinks. A Walking Wake, recognizable as Proteus, has settled down and is laying circled around all of them dozing happily. After a short moment the camera focuses on the faces of Professor Hemp, Professor Amaryllis and Piers who are chatting and enjoying themselves. However what they’re saying can’t be made out easily. Hemp reaches up and gently bushes some hair out of Bellamy’s face, before grasping his hand and gently kissing it. The man receiving these affections turns a brilliant red. Hemp throws back his head and a ringing laugh can be heard from across the park. It’s a laugh full of joy and life. He takes a deep breath and lands back, resting his head on pier’s lap before offering a hand to Amy to come lay down. He seems to be saying something as he gestures. Already Proteus is edging closer, pressing against all the humans. He puts an arm around Amy and looks up at Piers. Whatever they’re talking about still isn’t reaching the camera. Obby, an Obstagoon, wanders over from whatever he was eating (maybe trash?) and half lays down cuddled up between Piers and Proteus. Slinky, an Arbok, also out of his pokeball, Drapes himself over top of the large (and warm) Paradox Pokemon. 

Hemp leans backwards, his eyes half closed and puts his hands on the side of Piers’ face, pulling him down for a deep and loving kiss while his hand entwines with Pier’s hair and he murmurs something that can’t be made out at all, like everything else being said. Though his crystal clear laugh does once again ring out after he speaks. 

Amy idly checks his phone, scrolling. Then stops. Scrolls back up a little and can be seen to be staring. Suddenly they’re pushing themselves to their feet and talking animatedly at everyone, who seem to take heed and pull themselves up. Hemp is holding the egg case and quickly hands it off to Amy, since he’s still unsteady. 

As they prepare to leave ten people in rocket uniforms converge, pokeballs at the ready. A pair of Officers stand in the back, one with a cruel looking barbed whip and the other weidling a switchblade. The camera zooms in on the action, the person holding it shaking and breath heavy with what sounds like excitement. 

“Hand over the Egg and the Pokemon and nobody gets hurt.” the whip carrying officer says, his voice is clear and can be heard. 

Hemp stares him down. “You’re welcome to try, you fucking foul stench bastards.” He spits.  

The switchblade carrying officer stares at Amy and then shouts something that isn’t caught before charging forward.Hemp moves swiftly to pull Amy out of the way of the incoming switchblade however with his brace still out of commission he doesn’t move as he expects. The blade buries into his shoulder and crimson spills as the rocket officer grabs Hemp by the shoulder and drives the blade deep into his chest where it lodges seemingly in his heart. He stares for a moment at the officer then at his chest before crumpling to the ground, his bleeding shoulder wound the only sure sign that he wasn’t dead. His eyes barely open, he mouths something to Amy.  

Slinky moves around to guard Hemp while Amy is muttering something and pulls off his shirt, revealing a very scarred torso. However at this distance it is hard to pick up the details. Whatever it was, it had been near fatal. He presses it against the shoulder wound, head shaking back and forth while he continually mutters something. Brushing the hair out of Hemp’s slightly greying face.

There is an unholy shriek as Pottymouth, a Pumera, leaps out of her pokeball and lands on the officer who very quickly ceases moving as cacti-like spines cause crimson to cover the white uniform. She continued to trample the officer for a short time before turning towards the other rockets and flaring her flower-like wings, her spine-blade snake’s tail lashing back and forth. Her eyes, fixed on them and slowly the cactus-like feline advances growling low.

And the gathered rockets erupt into chaos. Piers is swinging what looks like a mace, Obby on his feet snarling and sending grunts flying. Pier’s is screaming in his native tongue, bearing down on the grunts. “chi bastardiaid! Ystyr geiriau: Fuck chi a marw fuck off. Mae hwn ar gyfer 

Cywarch. Arhoswch i lawr os ydych chi'n gwybod beth sy'n dda i chi! Obby! Sic em! Ewch am y gwddf!”

At this point the camera person breaks their nerve and bolts, the sound of something chasing after them is heard. Sirens are ringing in the distance>

[prof-hemp420]

<an image of piers in a suit meant for protection pokemon training and heavy gloves give Pottymouth the Pumera the belly rub of a lifetime.>

@yell-on-spikemuth got to finally pet one of the most dangerous pokemon to pet.