ANIMEL WEEK

[raced_god]

[After a short trip to Pokédex.com on Sunday night, Falcon completely gave up on computers and the journal network in general. Apparently the kind of Pokémon he had become was not really one for being cooped up (doh ho ho) inside, and it wasn't long before he was completely adverse to being stuck indoors. Finding the urge to run around in the woods and jump out at ten year olds while random encounter music played a bit overwhelming, Falcon figured there was no sense in fighting instinct. It seemed silly to putz around doing human things like drive cars and wear clothes and sleep in beds when he was not, in fact, human (and also he did not want to set his apartment on fire).

He did, however, have the decency to leave a note on his office door that simply says "AROUND. -CF", albeit in complete chicken scratch, because writing is hard. I CAN MAKE THESE JOKES ALL DAY. And off he went.

Chances are you've seen him around, milling about, being a giant on-fire-bird-Pokémon-thing. He's been sleeping on various rooftops, including but not limited to the teacher's dorms, the clocktower, and Samus' firehouse.

And speaking of rooftops, enjoy your new alarm clock. Somewhere between 4:30 and 6 AM every day, Smash Academy. He can't help it.]

((OOC: Office-but-not-really-in-an-office log? This entry will serve as a general "interact with Falcon post" for the entire event. Threads can happen anytime from Monday the 12th to Friday the 17th, anywhere on campus/in the forest. Prose or [action] is a-okay with me!))

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IDK WEDNESDAY ANYTIME

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere outside, there is a hermit crab, still trying to find its way indoors.]

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[Hermit crabs are too small for Falcon to pay attention to! Here comes a giant bird foot.]

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

[AAAAAAAH. Scuttling just fast enough to avoid being stepped on! And claw-shaking action!]

Holy hell! Watch it!

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[Falcon stops his foot inches from Lighter!]

What?

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

You almost squished me, dumbass!

[CRAB IS CRABBY.]

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[He does not seem very sorry about this at all.]

Oops?

SOME DAY I CAN'T PICK

[icequeen-charan.livejournal.com]

[EVERY MORNING. EVERY MORNING why did he even god damn he was so LOUD]

[Samus had similarly been finding it difficult to stay indoors, lest she accidentally catch something on fire with that long, fiery tail of hers. She could not use her computers very well with three claws. She could not busy herself repairing the bike or the one and million other little mechanical projects she liked to busy herself with with three claws. She could not eat anything wild and roaming in good conscious.

Instead, she spent her days busying herself by running across the grass while desperately flapping her wings and usually tripping all over herself. She'd get up and try again and again until she got managed to glide for a few feet, or got too hungry or tired.

Or had a sunbathing desire for one of those many various roofs. The lady dragon was lying down with her tail curled around her this particular day, dozing in and out of sleep above the teacher dorms.]

Re: SOME DAY I CAN'T PICK

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[He just had to, okay. It was like saying hello to the sun.

Falcon liked to think he was faring better than Samus because he had basically given up on trying to do people things like type and fix bikes. Beyond his initial 'okay, what am I' search, he hadn't touched the journal network since Sunday (and unlike Samus, really had no qualms about going out into the woods and killing something. He just had to make sure it couldn't talk, first). It was pointless and just much easier not to fight the Pokemon.]

[SUDDENLY. A BASKET OF POFFINS. Taken from a squinty gym leader and thrown next to the sleeping Charizard by a giant flaming cock. He nudges her with a foot.]

Wake up. I brought food. Eat something because today I'm going to boot you off the roof.

ALL THE DAYS EVERY DAY

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[There was a lady Charizard on campus.

A lady Charizard.

Char may have already been spoken for, but instincts were a very powerful thing, and he'd never really been too good at conquering them. The instinct to surround himself with adorable little baby Charmanders was quite possibly the most powerful of all.

Samus may have been opposed to eating anything wild and roaming, but Char certainly wasn't. Samus wasn't going to be able to enjoy her nap for very much longer, because she suddenly had company: one (1) Kerosene, a twitching rabbit dangling from his jaws. Look, he brought you a present! And there was an 80% chance it wasn't a student! Wasn't he a great hunter? The kind of mate that could provide for hungry offspring? An extremely biologically fit male?]

Re: ALL THE DAYS EVERY DAY

[icequeen-charan.livejournal.com]

[If this was Zebes or some other alien planet she would have been barbeqing the first unfortunent creature to cross her path. Here however, her hesitation to eat food not coming out of her fridge or out of a basket of poffins came from the fact it took her a while to hear Bulba's froggy cries when she nearly squished him. If she accidentally hunted and ate Jeff or someone else... whatever or wherever he was, she was sure she'd never forgive herself. Poffins would have to do.

...Or suddenly... a twitching rabbit.

She looked at Char. The rabbit. The basket of Poffins. Falcon.

And she blinked.]

Re: ALL THE DAYS EVERY DAY

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[And all the forest Pokemon spoke of a crazy Blaziken who insisted on trying to hold a conversation with his food before he ate it.

His talk of poffins and flying lessons was suddenly interrupted by dead wildlife.

And Char.

Falcon was not pleased and visibly tensed, staring at the interloper in such a way that made it clear he was NOT WELCOME TO THIS PICNIC.]

Re: ALL THE DAYS EVERY DAY

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Oh, what's that, stupid random Blaziken who was not even in the same egg group as a Charizard? You didn't like it when bigger, stronger, better looking guys showed up with presents that were better than yours?

T O O B A D .

Char very delicately laid down his gift -- his way better gift that took 100 times more skill to catch than an inanimate basket of baked goods -- and returned the Blaziken's stare, making it very clear that the unwelcome one here was not Char and furthermore didn't this stupid bird have a Piplup to to go bother instead?]

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow. Char caught a rabbit for Samus. BIG WHOOP Falcon could totally catch like. Ten rabbits if he wanted to but he wasn't going to because Samus didn't want to eat dead rabbits SO THERE.

Falcon might not have been a Pokemon very long but somehow he knew exactly what was going on and exactly what to do. Some things were just universal to all testosterone-laden beings.

So he gave Char a very blatant "buzz off" in the form of ANGRY BIRD NOISES.]

WHENEVER IS MOST INCONVENIENT

[drawin-on-trees.livejournal.com]

MR. FALCON MR. FALCON! I found some clues!

[comes FLYING OUT OF NOWHERE]

Hey! HEY! Are you listening? HEY!

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[Oh god oh nnooooooo]

ACK. What. Yes. Yes, I'm listening. What is it.

[drawin-on-trees.livejournal.com]

I FOUND SOMETHING.

...


...

Do you want to know what it is?

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[He is going to regret this.]

Yes. Yes I do.

[drawin-on-trees.livejournal.com]

Okay. Okay. Follow me!

[ZOOM. And he's off. And he's back in five seconds.]

What are you waiting for? This is IMPORTANT.

TUESDAY LET'S SAY TUESDAY AT 6AM

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

You are not the only one in the forest, Farukon.

There is a giant blue turtle guy and he's... lifting boulders up a hill and then... getting down on the ground and it looks like he's... bench pressing boulders.

Huh this seems somehow familiar.

Re: TUESDAY LET'S SAY TUESDAY AT 6AM

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

MAX

YOU ARE SCARING AWAY THE FOOD.

Falcon is not terribly pleased about this. He is chilling in a nearby tree watching.

Re: TUESDAY LET'S SAY TUESDAY AT 6AM

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

THERE ARE A MILLION POFFINS AT SCHOOL, GO EAT POFFINS.

He is just going to keep. Lifting boulders. Over and over again. He will do this for the next hour if you let him.

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

POFFINS ARE JUNK FOOD AND HUNTING WILDLIFE IS MORE FUN.

This Blastoise is behaving in a vaguely familiar fashion, so Falcon calls out to him from his tree. "HEY."

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

YEAH AND WHEN YOU TRANSFORM BACK WITH HALF-RAW CHIPMUNK IN YOUR STOMACH, YOU'LL WISH YOU'D EATEN POFFINS.

The Blastoise stops lifting giant rocks for a minute and looks around. "Yeah, what?" he calls out, a boulder suspended in the air.

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

[NOOO TOO EARLY

to do list: need to find a way to stifle that cock]

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[YOUR MISSION, IF YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT.

This particular morning he is on the roof of the student dorms. SUPER CLOSE. ARE YOU GOING TO LET HIM GET AWAY WITH IT.]