rivalkidneypunch | [who are you and what have you done with char]

[It's the DARNDEST THING. If you've been paying attention to Char (lord only knows why you would want to do that), you might have perhaps noticed that he's been acting kind of strange ever since Green showed up. Oh, he's still stirring up trouble and backsassing his superiors, but there have been these peculiar episodes where he's... actually pretty mellow. Whoa.

He's even been showing up to a few classes here and there. Whoa.

So at some point during the week, you might have run into him doing one of the following things:

1. Dragon!Char's been out on the campus green, practicing that flying thing. He's gotten halfway decent at it -- once he manages to get up in the air, he can cruise along well enough, except for a tendency to list to the right. That membrane he tore earlier's still not perfectly healed, apparently. It's the technical stuff that's harder. Expect a lot of clumsy takeoffs, faceplant!landings, and attempts at turns and swoops that send him doinking off stuff. You might wanna duck -- he's practicing his swoops right about now, and calling them "sloppy" would be a little too generous a term.

2. The dorm common room seems like a nice place to relax, right? And people say that pets are also great at easing stress. Surely that still counts if the pet in question is a six-foot-long maneating death spider, right? Skulltulas are totally cute and cuddly. On the bright side, Rasputin's probably not gonna do a whole lot of maneating: Char's got Rasputin practicing tricks, so expect a lot of rolling over and balancing bits of hot dog on its face instead. Maybe if you ask nice, Rasputin will perform a trick for you. Or give you a piggyback ride. ...Spiderback ride. Whichever.

3. Oddly enough, Char's decided to go to a place where he sincerely doubts he'll run into any of his friends: the library. Firebutt and his... uh... firebutt... have tucked themselves away in a corner in the back. So what's he up to? Cutting class? Napping? Engaging in arson? Nope. He... he appears to have a notebook open. And a textbook. And an expression of complete and utter confusion. If one didn't know better, one might say he's... actually attempting to do homework. But that would be crazy, right?]

((OOC: Yeah. Action logging of great justice. Hooray for indecision! Just... pick a scenario and label it in your tag, and everything's golden.))

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Said Charizard came stumbling to a halt on the ground a short distance away. Not a bad landing, actually -- any one where he stayed on his feet was considered a great success, with his current amount of finesse.

He turned around, wings half-folded. "Cut it kinda close, there. Didn't hit you, did I?"

"Sorry, you missed. It came rather close, though."

Definitely a step up from being attacked in the halls. Even better than what she'd been expecting, which was a "hey, watch it" or a laugh or something. Certainly not regard for her own well-being. Actually... Wait a second, this didn't fit with what she knew of Char at all! Had he been effected by the exact opposite of what happened in spring? Was he doing drugs?

Or maybe... it was because Green was back. Being reunited with one's trainer was enough to make even the most ornery Pokemon happy. Even Raticate.

"Practicing to give your trainer a ride? I'll bet he was impressed to see you and Bulba evolved."

"He couldn't hardly believe it, actually. I'd always figured I'd never evolve, and Bulba'd been, well... a bulba so long, I guess we'd all assumed he'd be doin' the same. After Nyx evolved too, we celebrated that shit for like a week straight."

And got themselves banned from ever coming back to like half of Hearthome City. Oops.

"Green's got other Pokemon he can use if he's gonna fly anywhere, but... yeah, I guess I am practicin' up to give him a ride. He missed out on the actual evolvin', so might as well make sure he gets all the other perks of havin' a Charizard around, right?" Not that missing the act of evolution had really been a bad thing, considering...

"All three of you evolving within just months of each other... That really is something." Even if a Haunter's evolution worked a lot differently from most Pokemon. Blacky could only imagine what kind of partying went on in that particular group, or how much farther it would have gone if sensible little Bulba hadn't been there. She wondered if they made headlines...

"I wish I could give you a few flight tips, but..." She sat back and lifted her paws. A lack of feathers, membrane, or psychic powers really made it hard to get airborne. "You do seem to be improving well enough on your own. ...Ah! I've heard something about warm air currents making it easier to gain altitude. I'm certain you can use your breath to your advantage..."

JUST DON'T BURN THE FOREST DOWN AGAIN.

"I guess when you spend that long with your team, you kinda get in sync with each other." It was a little funny, actually... all three of them technically could have probably evolved any time they wanted to. Go figure they'd all wait until almost the exact same time to go through with it.

Well... better late than never, he guessed. As rough as the transition had been, being a Charizard wasn't so bad. He gave his wings an experimental flex. "Usin' fire to get higher... like a hot air balloon or somethin'? You think that'll work?" The idea had never occurred to him. Unsurprising, given how his scientific know-how basically amounted to a dazzling knowledge of the finer points of combustion.

~~And then Char burned down the forest again.~~

A whole team in sync? It didn't sound that ~~Farfetch'd~~ far-fetched. Especially with how close the three of them seemed to be. But she and her own teammates had evolved at different times... Did Green's Pokemon have something she was missing? Hmm.

Not that she was jealous or anything. Nope.

"I'd say it's worth a shot, as long as you're careful. Hot air does rise, after all, and if you curve your wings to catch it, then perhaps it could help lift you..." She sniffed thoughtfully at the closest wingtip. It was a good theory, as far as she was concerned, but those tears in his wing would probably end up throwing his balance off.

"Well, hell. Anything that involves barfin' up fire is a good idea in my books. If it'll make this flyin' stuff easier, can't hurt to try it out."

The wing Blacky had been sniffing at folded, drawing closer to Char's back. Was there something a little self-conscious about the gesture? Of course not. Heavens, no. Char simply didn't do self-conscious. There was nothing wrong with having not-so-perfect wings. Scars were badass, even if wonky lopsided flying... really wasn't.

"Just try not to burn too many people along the way." She opened her mouth in the closest thing to a grin she could muster. "If that doesn't work, we may have to resort to throwing you off the clock tower and letting self-preservation instinct handle the rest. Although I'd rather not have to dig your remains out of a crater if anything goes wrong..."

"Hey, there's somethin' to be said for the roof-tossin' method." Char shrugged. If it was good enough for Biomech, then there had to be something to it, after all. That being said, though... he gave Blacky a quick once-over.

MAN. She used to be just a bit taller than him.

"...Good luck shovin' me off, though."

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