[ Claude starts, first and foremost, by picking up a chair and slamming it against the door.
Predictably, it doesn't leave so much as a dent on the door, but the show of macho strength is required before he can take a step back, breathe, and really start analyzing the situation that he and his sorry partner have found themselves in.
His conclusion? This situation sucks. ]
Seems a little contrary to all the other messages of the train, wouldn't you say?
[ He pinches the bridge of his nose before running a hand through his hair with a sigh. ]
b. gotta catch 'em all
[ So being reduced to the size of a squirrel was not on Claude's agenda today, but here we are. Thankfully, he's got his wyvern with him, and while she doesn't particularly appreciate being resized either, at least it gives him better vantage point for traversing the new forest that he's found himself it.
It's a lot easier to keep from being stepped on too, when there isn't all this tall grass blocking his vision.
Which is more than he can say for you, his hapless friend, who is right in the path of a jolly sudowoodo.
It takes some quick manoeuvring and nice flying from his wyvern to change course and dive toward you, and you might feel Claude's hand closing in on the back of your shirt before you're yanked into the air. Or perhaps you dodge and choose death.
Regardless of which - ] Be careful there!
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[ hit me with any prompt your heart desires! C: or beg me for a starter. ]
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Predictably, it doesn't leave so much as a dent on the door, but the show of macho strength is required before he can take a step back, breathe, and really start analyzing the situation that he and his sorry partner have found themselves in.
His conclusion? This situation sucks. ]
Seems a little contrary to all the other messages of the train, wouldn't you say?
[ He pinches the bridge of his nose before running a hand through his hair with a sigh. ]
b. gotta catch 'em all
It's a lot easier to keep from being stepped on too, when there isn't all this tall grass blocking his vision.
Which is more than he can say for you, his hapless friend, who is right in the path of a jolly sudowoodo.
It takes some quick manoeuvring and nice flying from his wyvern to change course and dive toward you, and you might feel Claude's hand closing in on the back of your shirt before you're yanked into the air. Or perhaps you dodge and choose death.
Regardless of which - ] Be careful there!
c. wildcard