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"They did not tell me, when I first worked with him, that he had broken the bones of the other researchers. He was a Stufful at the time." He began to step towards him. Diana could follow if she wanted. Snickerdoodle took off from his shoulder, fluttering over to the trees filled with Murkrow, her brothers and sisters.
Should she follow, he would continue to talk about their history. "I did not give him treats, or pets. I would examine him, make my notes and leave. But I left for a month, to gather gym badges. In my absence, two more technicians were attacked by him."
She does follow, keeping a pace or two behind him. At his story she frowns and looks up at Robbie again, remembering him at the bonfire. Sure, he'd knocked Noir flying but more because the Absol had bumbled into his path. It hadn't seemed malicious.
"Why was he hurting them?" But the moment she asked, she knew the reason. "They were hurting him, weren't they?"
When she asked 'why', he simply truned and looked at her fromt he corner of his eye. Then nodded as she correctly guessed why. He was half lost in his own thoughts as he approached Robbie.
"That was a long time ago. A long time ago, a small, timid Cubone was put into my care, with a little Murkrow. But they've grown. They have evolved. They are strong." He paused frowning. When he spoke, there was something else to his voice. Something resolute. "...a long time ago, I was just a boy. But now...I'm something else." The Conjurer. A murderer. A ghost. And he had been loyal to no-one, but God. He shook his head slowly.
"You said you did not enjoy what you do. But you continue to do it. Is it because you are not strong?"
She waits as he talks, talking a tentative step forward only to pause when his voice shifts. She doesn't feel like she's really supposed to be speaking right now, less a conversation and more Walter organizing his own thoughts.
She's surprised when he speaks directly to her again. She looks off to the side. "That... And when you're so used to doing what other people tell you needs to be done it's hard to think otherwise."
He considered her quietly. behind him, Robbie had noticed them and met his trainer halfway with a warm rumble. Walter nodded to him, and Robbie noticed Diana. He gave a curious sound and stepped forward to look at her.
"I remember that." It had been like that at the orphanage, and with Valtiel. but Team Rocket was not Valtiel. They had proven themselves cruel and weak. Just like Andrew, a man he had coolly hunted through the Water Prison. His heart beat faster at the memory and at that connecting thought.
Again, Diana was unsure if she was supposed to be speaking. She keeps her eyes calmly on Walter as he watches her, then turns to Robbie as he steps forward. She offered the bear a half smile. "Hi Robbie."
Robbie considered Diana, turning to Walter as if for confirmation. Walter nodded and Robbie lifted one of his massive paws...to pat Diana gently on the head. Pat pat. Walter was about to murmur something quietly, but was cut off, as Robbie turned and gave him a big, cuddly hug. "..." he sighed and just, accepted this. Evidently, this was a common occurance with Robbie.
Diana's eye widen and squint in a flinch at the approaching paw, but she smirks at the patting. Afterall, she had her own Pokemon that expressed itself in a very similar way towards Walters. "Heh, thanks Robbie."
She can't help but giggle at the sight of Walter being literally bear hugged though. It's a good feeling to laugh too, which is why she doesn't stop herself as the coil in her stomach unwinds itself.
Walter just gave her a flat look. But noteably, he didn't struggle against Robbie's hold.
He just patiently watched Diana laugh with a flat expression on his face and waited for her to be done, as Robbie tilted his head to rest it on Walter's crown.
Diana continues to giggle, even more so at Robbie resting his chin on Walt's head. It even becomes a little delirious for a moment before she manages to calm to an amused smile and rub her face. "Oh man. I'm so fucking tired."
Walter silently took comfort in that fact that, if requested, Robbie would attack a human. He didn't follow her logic from giggling at him being hugged, to getting delirious over it, to apparently needing sleep.
Her smile slowly drops. "I can't." She mutters, then looks to change the conversation. "How did you get him out?" She fixes her gaze up on Robbie again.
"He managed to sneak into one of my Pokeballs. When I returned home, he refused to leave. Team Rocket never realised." Their loss was his gain. Robbie let go of Walter, with a low rumble. He had no affection for where he had met Walter. Walter slowly lifted his hand, touching Robbie's back with the back of it to remain him to be calm. Gentle.
Robbie seemed to settle with another loud sound. He was with Walter, and his friends now. He still went to TR HQ on rare occasions, mostly to act as Walter's bodyguard.
"It was his persistence that mattered." Just like a certain new member of his party. Chrism the Cinccino loitered by Robbie's legs, smiling at Walter happily.
Diana notices the fluffy little creature. "Oh, hey, Walt's little admirer. I nearly tripped over her back at the Bell Tower. Looks like you got what you wanted."
Chrism looked at Diana and folded her arms, tilting her head up with no small amount of attitude. Yes, she got what she wanted, Miss Steppy!
"...Admirer?" He was unaware of Chrism's spying. All he knew was that he'd somehow ended up with a Luxury Ball in his bag and a Cinccino that refused to tell him anything about her trainer; and who could hold her own in a battle.
She just chuckles at that attitude. "Yeh, she was hanging around you back at the tower. I tried to tell you but, well, she was sneaky and you were busy." Plus, Diana's convinced Walter spends over half his time ignoring her.
"Well, I'm glad you managed to make a friend is all that mess." She smiles at Walter. "All I got out of it-" She stops herself and looks away at Robbie for a distraction. "I hope she gets along with everyone."
Walter noted the rethought sentence but didn't comment on it. "She and Jennifer fight. It is how I realised that there is more to her than meets the eye." Chrism grinned smugly. Stupid Flareon hadn't expected a series of rocks to the face. And Walter had not expected it either. After looking up her moveset, he realised what she; a chain-attacking, physical fighter.
Diana giggled. "Oh no, poor Jenny. I hope she wasn't hurt too bad?" She spares Walter a glance, he doesn't seem as bad as when she found him. At least she'd distracted him for a moment.
"No. I took her to the Pokemon Centre after for her health." And he was constantly keeping an eye on the pair in case of further fights. So far, they had kept their distance but it was clear they were not going to get along.
Talking about his Pokemon was a good distraction. Though after Diana left, he would sink back into moping.
She smiles, then remembers and feels in her pocket. "I nearly forgot." She pulls the scrap of paper out and holds it out to him. "I took this for you. I found it back at the tower. I thought you might be interested."
"...You stole this." People doing things for him was still foreign, and he still looked for a motive in people's actions towards him. And stealing something too? He hesitated, hand hovering over the paper. What was she after?
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Should she follow, he would continue to talk about their history. "I did not give him treats, or pets. I would examine him, make my notes and leave. But I left for a month, to gather gym badges. In my absence, two more technicians were attacked by him."
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"Why was he hurting them?" But the moment she asked, she knew the reason. "They were hurting him, weren't they?"
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"That was a long time ago. A long time ago, a small, timid Cubone was put into my care, with a little Murkrow. But they've grown. They have evolved. They are strong." He paused frowning. When he spoke, there was something else to his voice. Something resolute.
"...a long time ago, I was just a boy. But now...I'm something else." The Conjurer. A murderer. A ghost. And he had been loyal to no-one, but God. He shook his head slowly.
"You said you did not enjoy what you do. But you continue to do it. Is it because you are not strong?"
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She's surprised when he speaks directly to her again. She looks off to the side. "That... And when you're so used to doing what other people tell you needs to be done it's hard to think otherwise."
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"I remember that." It had been like that at the orphanage, and with Valtiel. but Team Rocket was not Valtiel. They had proven themselves cruel and weak. Just like Andrew, a man he had coolly hunted through the Water Prison. His heart beat faster at the memory and at that connecting thought.
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She can't help but giggle at the sight of Walter being literally bear hugged though. It's a good feeling to laugh too, which is why she doesn't stop herself as the coil in her stomach unwinds itself.
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He just patiently watched Diana laugh with a flat expression on his face and waited for her to be done, as Robbie tilted his head to rest it on Walter's crown.
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"Then sleep."
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"It was his persistence that mattered." Just like a certain new member of his party. Chrism the Cinccino loitered by Robbie's legs, smiling at Walter happily.
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"...Admirer?" He was unaware of Chrism's spying. All he knew was that he'd somehow ended up with a Luxury Ball in his bag and a Cinccino that refused to tell him anything about her trainer; and who could hold her own in a battle.
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Chrism stepped over and stood by Walter proudly. "She is a capable battler."
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Talking about his Pokemon was a good distraction. Though after Diana left, he would sink back into moping.
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It had mentioned the sun a lot. And an emissary.
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