The Quest for the Legends

Mitch: I suppose we all have to find a meaning in it for ourselves.

Mitch: No more than any other food; why?

Charizard: Well, battling always puts you in a particular mood. You could describe it as excitement, I guess.

Mitch: I enjoy a good salad.

May: I already found a Torchic, and before that I'd found out where the Torchic were found on the island; I asked around. If they had all magically disappeared or something, I guess I'd have found some other Fighting-type. I need a Fighting Pokémon more than a Fire one.

Mitch: …appear?

Sparky: Because a sheep. ;)

Mitch: *raises eyebrow*

Gyarados: I don't care.

Spirit: It is a disappointment to be barred from participation, but I cannot say it surprises me. I will live with it.

Sparky: Is that a string concatenation or a numerical addition?

Mitch: Two…? o.O

Mitch: No, there have been no Scorplack stings since I last talked to Mark. Most of them are wise and stay to the mountain paths. *smile*

I have given out several badges in the meantime, however.

Mitch: No, he has never stung me after being caught. We're quite good friends now.

Mark: *blank look*

May: What did you put in those exactly?

Alan: Um, thanks?

Sparky: Otherwise all those Swablu would really stick out. ;)

Mitch: Because of the properties of electromagnetic waves of different wavelengths.

Sparky: I enjoy surfing the Internet, watching sci-fi, reading webcomics and playing video games, though the last one is most fun with Nurse Joy.

Mitch to blazheirio889: I like to read, largely nonfiction but also fiction of various flavors. I'm interested in biology, so a lot of my books are on that. And, of course, in my professional interests, a lot about poisons, venom and antidotes.

Mitch to InnerDemon: Once I was asked to help identify a venom. The victim's skin had begun to melt before we could figure it out; I was very shaken by it. Sadly, by that point it was too late.

Sparky: I've always thought what a person finds hot is their own business. :3

Mitch: *stares at Sparky with a disturbed expression and forgets to answer for himself*

Sparky to Emerald Espeon: I like to think it can chuck however much wood it likes. You can't just lump all woodchucks together as if they don't have individual tastes and preferences. ;3

Mitch to blazheirio888: That venom was from a rare Ouen-native Pokémon named Spinnomer. It's a sort of spider - very rare, but powerful. Normally the venom doesn't do that, but that man had been bitten several times by a high-level one.

Sparky to blazheirio888: That would be quite… electrifying. :D

I don't mind the random questions. The attention is rather flattering and fun. :3

Mitch to blazheirio888 (again): I imagine it would be quite painful if you're a human. A Pokémon, of course, would think little of it - it's not much more powerful than a good Thunder attack.

I don't quite see why you keep asking these questions, and I'm a busy man, but when they're questions, they aren't too bad.

steele, those aren't questions. Please don't just make random statements for the sake of having the characters react to them. Either ask questions or make statements that sensibly prompt an answer. Those warrant a raised eyebrow at most. :/

Michael: I think they were pretty disappointed and confused… in a way I wish I'd told them what was wrong, but then they'd start worrying about me and I don't want that. I tried to continue training, really, but after a while I just couldn't. I just hope they're happy in the wild.

Aaron: Well, yeah; she beat me, after all. I still thought I might win all the way up until the end when she pulled out her Tyranitar. I can't take on Pokémon like that with only one and a half Pokémon left. They still put up a good fight, though.

Gyarados: I don't know. I'd like to live in the sea, far away. But I don't know what will await me there.

Monarking: You could say that, in a way.

Mitch: It's not visions or seeing - that would imply there are images. It is more akin to simply knowing, or having a very powerful hunch.

May: I'd get it back. Didn't Quilava teach you anything?

Sparky: It was okay. My mother died of cancer when I was seven, and that kind of brought it down.

Mitch: My life was pretty normal when I was a kid. I had a good family and friends. Then I went out on that Pokémon journey of mine, and, well…

Butterfree: I've been fine. I haven't gotten into a lot of League battles, but I understand that.

Dragonite to steele: I enjoy being with Mark. I like getting to see new places and fight new opponents.

Letaligon to steele: I'd make him.

Mitch to steele: Hm?

May to Scyther: Well, it makes no difference to me whether he's just a thieving little git or an ignorant thieving little git. Come to think of it, of course he's ignorant, what with having a brain the size of a pea and needing super-clones to win a Pokémon battle. No surprise there.

Mitch: *smiles* I wouldn't know. I haven't tried.

Mutark: Mewwww? *looks cutely at you*

Taylor: Mewtwo^2 is too powerful to let Dark-types get in its way.

Mew: …fictional?

Scorplack: We sense heat.

Alan: I'm not angsty! I just don't like it when people expect me to be a duplicate of Dad, that's all.

Mitch: It was odd, but not so much more odd than everything else that had also happened to me, so I didn't think that much of it.

Sparky: But it's an electric blue!

Mitch: I doubt it. I don't feel immortal, at the very least.

Mutark: *tilts head confuzzledly*

Mew: As far as I know, I exist.

Scorplack: It would be blinding.

Sparky: Well, the kids told me it was some sort of a dragon, and there is a previously unknown cavern that's opened up and is all clawed out on the inside, so as far as I can tell it all adds up.

Carl: Crater Town is still gone. I keep in touch with most of the inhabitants where they are now, and we are hoping to establish a community somewhere else, but for now we're all only staying with friends and relatives.

In the meantime, I've set up a temporary Gym and have had a few battles in it so far.

Mitch: I suppose the most memorable one was the first clear one I had, at the hospital after I returned to Scorpio City. I looked at an old man in a bed as it was being rolled down the hall, and suddenly I was certain that he was dying. I saw his name in the obituaries a few days later. I tried to tell myself I'd just seen he was pale and sickly or something like that, but deep down I knew that wasn't it.

Mark: It's… *looks* 0439522166.

Ash: I was twenty-two.

Mitch: …No, I would not.