[In person -> audio] - backdated to EARLY Saturday morning

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[GOOD MORNING BADFICIANS~

this is your early -as in, still dark outside - morning wake up call service. Did you order one? No? Tough.

It's the early hours of the morning - the sort of time this one doesn't sleep because he's no longer genetically designed to. He had been sat wondering what to do with his "useless frigging fish" when it had started behaving oddly. It evolved, and he was staring at... a big blue dragon.

It didn't need facial expressions to show it was pissed. Dean turned quickly, and jumped out of the bedroom window, landing dexterously on his feet. He looked up at the window and laughed.]

Ha, you stupid son of a-

[Now remember I mentioned a wake-up call earlier? that is the sound of a large chunk of the side of the manor being busted open as the wall of his and Sam's room is demolished as the Gyarados begins to give chase.

He flicks on the comm as he runs, not bothering taking the time to filter it.] Sorry, Sammy. [He has the good grace to sound sheepish, at least?]

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[Sam for the most part, has been at a complete and utter loss with what to do with his little pet.. whatchamacalit. In fact, he'd dozed off in the library with the thing curled up in his lap when the explosion shook the room hard enough that he fell out of his chair.

[The creature squeaked indignantly before Sam caught sight of the video feet and was torn between the desire to instantly facepalm and give chase to help out his brother.]

Dude. A dragon? You had to go and piss off the dragon?

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It was the frigging fish! But then just randomly, It was a dragon! [Because that's obviously so much better.

He ducks behind a tree, but in the video feed, you can see the top of the tree... disintergrated by a huge beam of light.]

...Son of a bitch. wy the hell would a dragon have a freaking laser. [and he's running through the forest again.]

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[Sam tucked his.. whateveritwas under his arm. It had suffered through the hiccups earlier in the day. Hiccups that were accompanied by great gouts of fire. So maybe it'd help? Hell, he had no idea and the mun knows jack and squat about pokemon so she's making crap up.

Just keep moving, dude. I'm on my way. I'll..

[What? What the hell was he going to do against a dragon?]

I'll figure something out.

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[I know, It's all cool bb Unlike Sam, he's seen a pokemon battle, so knew they basic theory behind]

Your little monster thing, Sammy. it'll fight the dragon for you.

[Yes, he realised how ridiculous it sounded.]

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[It forgets about Dean for a minute as it lets out an indignant roar at being attacked, and turns it's attention to the honchcrow. Rather than chasing after it immediately, it lets out a raze of blue fire after the bird (a move known as dragon rage).

Dean starts running quickly and quietly towards the whistle.]

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What happened?

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[He shrugs] It was a fish, then it was a dragon, and it was pissed.

[It takes the dark pulse to it's face, and lets out another roar, before it let loose with another stream of blue fire I hate multi-turn attacks]

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And it's yours? [] Is there anything that'd work for a snare?

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[the gyarados starts flying over to the tree, thoroughly pissed off. He'd put up with shit from his master, and he wasn't gonna put up with shit from this fucking little bird.

again, Dean shrugs.] I don't know of anything that would work. I was going to lead it out to the desert, being a fish and all, and try doing something out there. [He has no clue what.... but he has a gun. It's gotta do something.]