Char

( [ANGST ANGST ANGST] )

Hey, anybody seen Rasputin around? He's a six-foot spider with a skull on his back. Can't miss him. I musta I spooked him first time I came back to the room, and he ain't come back since. I guess he ain't used to me bein' so different. He's probably in the forest, but... I don't think I should be goin' in there.

He likes eatin' raccoons and cats and stuff, so... if you got anythin' little, you might wanna watch it.

[Oh yeah, half the school is talking mushrooms and rats and marshmallows and stuff.] ...Actually, if you're little too, you really might wanna watch it.

*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!

( Private )

Don't think Rasputin's likin' the cold so much. He refuses to go outside and he keeps campin' out by my tail.
I've been feedin' him, but... I don't want him gettin' soft and forgettin' how to hunt. There's gotta be a way to make him earn his meals. This room's too cramped for him to be gettin' any exercise, too. It wasn't so bad when he was little, but... he ain't exactly little no more. I think he's about done growin', but... I really don't got any clue how big skulltulas get.
Can't go to the track since it's outside. Can't go to the pool 'cause I won't risk him drownin' when I can't even swim myself. Can't go to the gym 'cause I don't think I'm exactly welcome there, heh.
I'll think of somethin'. No spider of mine is gettin' fat and lazy.

Why the hell did our rooms get all shuffled around, again? If somebody's gonna go to all the trouble of movin' my shit around while I'm asleep, then the least they can do is gimmie a better roomie. Or... actually, I'd prefer none at all. I'm way far away from Bulba and Green now.
Kinda curious how they managed to move me in by sleep, though. I ain't sure, but I think I sometimes breathe fire in my sleep.

...How'd they fit your tank through the door, Genny?

Rasputin's pretty confused by the change, too. Poor little guy misses his tree. Not he needed it to go outside, since I stopped makin' him drag rocks a long time ago and he can walk on walls, but... I don't think he knows where to build his next web. It sure as hell ain't gonna be inside the room. Last time he did that, my tail brushed against it and the whole thing went up in flames.

Hey, so... whoever's in BE-29 now... y'might wanna keep the window closed and locked. He keeps tryin' to head for home and so far I've been able to catch him and bring him back, but on the off chance I decide to go to any classes, there won't be nobody stoppin' him.
So yeah. If you've got a giant spider tryin' to squirm into your window, don't say I didn't warn you.

So... since I don't got Bulba and Green on either side of me, who are my neighbours now? I'm BE-13, apparently. How lucky.

To those I have wronged in the past: I beg of you, forgive my brashness and immaturity. Such childish behavior is most unsuitable for a gym leader's Pokemon; I feel that I am long overdue to change my ways. I will gladly face up to the consequences of my past actions, and that includes attending the detentions that I have been skipping up until now.

...Just kiddin'. <3

( Note to self [not really all that private] )

I don't care if he ain't half-bird, Rasputin is the best spider ever. He does this thing sometimes where he'll go out huntin', right? And if he manages to snare a lot of prey, he'll bring home a present for me. Ain't that just the sweetest? 'Course, I ain't exactly dyin' to eat no deceased forest critters, and the smell's a little bit ehhh... but those little gifts of his are still good for somethin'.

Speakin' of which... how's that tank of yours smellin', Genny? You sleep alright last night?

( Private to... ah, crap. What's your name. Purple's Asian buddy. )
( Private to Blastoise )
( Private to self [unhackable] )

I taught Rasputin a trick today. He sits up, I put a treat on his... nose-thingy, and he holds it there until I say so. God, my spider's a genius.

So how about that band performance the other day? Real gusty of 'em, eh? But I still think I could do a better job with drums blindfolded and handcuffed.


HEY SBG!
Quick question. Who do you think the hottest teachers at Sumabura are?
I vote Geno. Because I set him on fire god I'm so clever. 

Seriously, though, that biomech chick is hot. I would bang her sideways.

...I found a bigger rock for Rasputin.
It's gettin' to the point where I'm havin' trouble liftin' 'em. Maybe I should just strap Blastoise's fat ass to him.
From now on he's carryin' that boulder AND ME everywhere he goes.

Hmph.
So I guess Blastoise is here now.
Whatever.

...The hell is wrong with a school that lets you drink and fight without any trouble, but gives you detention for talkin'? And throwin' shit. He had it comin'.
'Least Driver's Ed was alright. Not like I'm ever gonna need to drive, but whatever. Blowin' shit up is awesome. More teachers need to be like that guy.


( Private to Lugia. Loogie. Lardna. Lewis. That one guy who isn't Mario. You know who you are. )

Man, Rasputin's just growin' like crazy. It's gettin' hard to find rocks big enough for 'im.
I've taught him to roll over, play dead, shake, and spit web on command. He's a total genius. Or he'll just do anythin' for a chunk of raw meat. Either or.
He sure ain't goin' hungry, though. He's built a web in the tree outside my window and so far I've counted him snarin' three birds, a chipmunk, somebody's cat, and... I think it's some kind of possum? Apparently it's s'posed to be a bad idea to let him hang around outdoors like that, but I'm certain Rasputin'd never run away on me. He knows all them other kids are keepin' their spiders in fishtanks and boxes and shit.
Anyway, he sleeps indoors. I let him take the other bed, since nobody's usin' it an' all, but he seems just as happy underneath it as on top of it. Wonder how long it'll be before he's too big to fit?

If there's one thing Rasputin's gotta work on, it's his speed. Maybe it's just because he's got that rock draggin' behind him, or maybe it's just that spiders are slow, but... with that many legs, you'd think they'd be quicker. I've found out he's got decent defense in the front, but his back's wide open. Definitely gonna work on his footwork.
...Oy, Kirlia, you're a danseur. You got any tips on how to help Rasputin be a bit more agile?


Sheesh. I've been so busy trainin' Rasputin that I've barely done shit for myself lately.
Not like I can really do much 'til this stupid patch comes off, anyhow. I swear to god, if it turns out I'm permanently blind I'm gonna
Looks retarded as hell and now I've got a huge blind spot and no depth perception. I keep smackin' into shit.
Maybe I need to find myself a new hobby.