Forgive my weakness and forgive my sins

[Some distance away, to the left of the (somewhat static-y) screen, a days-old Elgyem stands, panting and looking quite determined. To the right is a small plate, filled with tasty-looking berries. And between the two... a chair. A somewhat heavy-looking chair.

Now, a normal Pokémon would simply walk around the chair to reach the goodies, but Fu is obviously not a normal Pokémon. He's a paragon of strength and power! He's the standard by which all Pokémon should be measured! Which is why he bravely starts running and slams into the chair, in an attempt to move it out of the way.

It's quite obviously not working.]

Is that -ouch- truly normal behavior for -ow, dammit- Psychic-types?

[Poor Cecil (who will be staying offscreen, thank you) sounds completely baffled, and Fu apparently doesn't appreciate that. He turns around to look at his trainer, frowns, and literally launches himself at the protesting man. It would have been more impressive had it not been followed by a crack, a shout of surprise and a bout of wailing worthy of Whitney.]

...Does anyone know how to rid -ow- oneself of leftover static electricity? It makes dealing with him more -erk- complicated than it should be.

[The view from the Pokégear is askew, as if it had been dropped on a bag in a hurry. The image is dark and a bit foggy, but sufficient staring reveals Cleffa, frowning, deeply engaged in-

-a staring contest with a Shuppet?

It is a test of wills. Only the winner will show itself worthy of being the greatest of all Pokémon. The tension is nearly palpable. Cleffa stares! Shuppet stares back!

And neither of them pay any attention to Cecil, who is sneaking up behind Shuppet. With a pokéball. He stops, he takes a deep breath, he stretches, he aims, he swings, he throws-]

Dammit!

[-and he misses by a large margin, hitting the Pokégear and interrupting the feed.]


((ooc: Don't worry, Cecil will catch that Shuppet! ...On the third try.

Anyone wants to get hit by try number two?))