[Yeah, all right, Dave has to admit that the choice of Doduo transports was a stroke of brilliance on the gym leaders' part. If he is going to be forced to attend an archaeological dig in a region he'd been teleported to from the other side of the world against his will, at least he got to fly there on top of a two-headed, wingless, physics-defying anomaly. And that was pretty cool.
That was his thought process from about Nuvema to Route 2, after which he returned to feeling very annoyed with his whole situation in general. He had been very busy collecting badges in Johto, thank you very much. I mean, Unova is great and all, but wait your turn, gosh. And he would never get over the fact that they FUCKING STOLE HIS TEAM. His kick-ass, bros-for-life Pokemon team, raised and trained since he started his own ~Pokemon Journey~ back in Sinnoh. STOLEN. And replaced with, the fucking irony of it -- #001 Bulbasaur. A fucking starter. Some kind of sick joke on the part of whatever evil crime syndicate was behind this mess -- oh, he's on to you Team Rocket or whoever the hell's stupid idea it was to kidnap DAVE: CHAMPION OF SINNOH AND INDIGO LEAGUES. And half of the Silver Conference League. Hey, he was working on it.
Anyway. Dave strolls casually around the base camp, taking occasional drags from his cigarette. He checks the time on his Xtransceiver every now and then and manages to look very bored amid all the hubbub. So these are the other chumps, huh? All the other sad folks who got sucked up by the Entralink. He gives a little unimpressed grunt and finds a wall to lean up against nonchalantly -- are you even supposed to touch the walls? He looks up at the ceiling, exhaling a puff of smoke. Whatever.
His cigarette spent, he flicks it to the ground and smothers it with the toe of his shoe. A quick glance around doesn't reveal anyone who seems to be in charge, so he just inclines his head towards the nearest person and addresses them.]
Hey, yo! Are we just supposed to poke around or what?
introducing Dave!
That was his thought process from about Nuvema to Route 2, after which he returned to feeling very annoyed with his whole situation in general. He had been very busy collecting badges in Johto, thank you very much. I mean, Unova is great and all, but wait your turn, gosh. And he would never get over the fact that they FUCKING STOLE HIS TEAM. His kick-ass, bros-for-life Pokemon team, raised and trained since he started his own ~Pokemon Journey~ back in Sinnoh. STOLEN. And replaced with, the fucking irony of it -- #001 Bulbasaur. A fucking starter. Some kind of sick joke on the part of whatever evil crime syndicate was behind this mess -- oh, he's on to you Team Rocket or whoever the hell's stupid idea it was to kidnap DAVE: CHAMPION OF SINNOH AND INDIGO LEAGUES. And half of the Silver Conference League. Hey, he was working on it.
Anyway. Dave strolls casually around the base camp, taking occasional drags from his cigarette. He checks the time on his Xtransceiver every now and then and manages to look very bored amid all the hubbub. So these are the other chumps, huh? All the other sad folks who got sucked up by the Entralink. He gives a little unimpressed grunt and finds a wall to lean up against nonchalantly -- are you even supposed to touch the walls? He looks up at the ceiling, exhaling a puff of smoke. Whatever.
His cigarette spent, he flicks it to the ground and smothers it with the toe of his shoe. A quick glance around doesn't reveal anyone who seems to be in charge, so he just inclines his head towards the nearest person and addresses them.]
Hey, yo! Are we just supposed to poke around or what?