Char

*Genny, you may have noticed a few changes to the room today. First of all, the bedding has been swiped from your tank and put on Rasputin's bed. That lantern you bought while Char was away? It's hanging off one of the bedposts. Wouldn't want poor Genny-boo going without his ickle nightlight, would we? Any and all stuff that you have been keeping in the closet is now in a sloppy pile on said bed. The closet itself has been converted to a crude nest made of all the pillows and blankets Char could steal out of the empty dorms. Sorry Maxwell, Char just loves making your job harder.*

Hey, Genny. There's a spray bottle of water on my desk. If Rasputin tries crawlin' up on his old bed, give him a spritz and tell him no. He was gettin' to be way too spoiled, so I'm gettin' tougher on him.

He probably ain't gonna be around much, anyway. He's been helpin' me get ready for Wednesday. Charitard finally grew a pair and agreed to a fight, so I'm makin' sure I'm good and ready to pound her bloated ass to the ground. Hell, tell your friends. The more people who witness her gettin' totally humiliated, the better. She's gonna regret ever underestimatin' the likes of me!

Bulba, Blastoise... if you see Green, let 'im know I'm settin' out on a little trip tomorrow. I'll bring you guys back some... I dunno, sand or somethin'. Maybe.
Either of you got a potion handy, by the way? Probably gonna need it.

Genny... I know we just finished kickin' the shit outta each other, but I need you to look after Rasputin. He don't like bein' outside for too long now that it's cold, so he ain't huntin'. Make sure you feed him once before class and once when you get home. Meat's in the fridge. If I come back to a starvin' spider, everythin' else I've done to you before this will seem like a romp in a sunny meadow. We clear?

Not so tough without your guns to hide behind, are you, blondie?
I almost feel bad for beatin' up a helpless little faggot. Oh, no, wait. That's a lie.
Well, don't worry, I'll be sure to tell Biomech what a brave (limpwristed) fight you put up, even if you weren't defendin' her honor this time around.

( Private to self [hackable] )

Stuff I've gotta do eventually

• Spar with the little blue shrimp
• Actually go to some of my classes so I don't get stuck in the same grade as Bulba
  
• Rematch with stupid mutt to make him shut his stupid face already jesus
  
• Go check out you-know-where with Casper
• Ruin Duon
• Destroy Charitard
• Also stupid Squirtle too
• Punch Red in the kidneys while I'm at it
• Playground with Bulba
• Find another way to be all human so I can get that damn fourth Chaos Emerald move back
• Maybe get drunk with Sneasel again, but with more fun and less emo
• Find out what an instigator is
• Why do so many of these have somethin' to do with fightin'
• Goddamn I need to get myself a life

Don't understand how I can be so freakin' busy when I don't even go to any classes. Guess I should just be grateful they don't care about skippin' or fightin' or nothin'.
My rep must be spreadin', with all the fights I'm gettin' into. This school's a pretty good place for it. If this keeps up, I'll be a Charizard in no time.

Speakin' of... the wannabe Charitard's finally shown up. Tch. I just hope she doesn't try and copy me too much.
'Least I can laugh when everyone confuses her for a dude. (Though I never really understood that... it's pretty obvious if you ask me.)
I might say it'd be nice to have somebody of the same evolution line around, but this is Charitard we're talkin' about, so... no.
Hmph. Blastoise needs to hurry up and get over here. I'm tough enough to represent the Green Team without any help, but bein' outnumbered ain't right.

Think I'm gettin' more used to this human form. Gettin' better at throwin' punches, that's for sure. ...Sorry, Green.
I think I'd have a harder time staying balanced if I didn't have my tail.
But... I still kinda wish I didn't have the thing. You know why wild Charmeleons live up in the mountains? 'Cause nothin' up there's flammable.
I don't mind it when I'm in my normal body, but... it's inconvenient. I don't like havin' my life all open an' exposed. I always hafta be watchin' where I swing it in the halls, I can't even sit down proper on most chairs, an' tryin' to sleep on flammable sheets ain't no walk in the park. Can't even just curl up on the floor 'cause it's carpet.
Not to mention humans hafta shower. God, that sucks. I'm tryin' the best I can, but I've nearly doused myself a few times already. Startin' your day off with a near-heart attack ain't fun. I miss how it used to be. All I had to do was roll in the dirt a little and it was fine. If I got somethin' real nasty on me, Green'd take care of it. I guess that's kinda outta the question now, considerin'.
And there's this bath house trip thing comin' up... I ain't lookin' forward to it. Three guesses why.
Stuff like this makes me wish I was a Quilava or somethin' instead.

Ah, no use complainin'. It'll come in handy if I ever take up smokin', if nothin' else.