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Link to whole interaction, couple paragraphs, from Game of Champions, chapter 6: https://rentry.co/ebe4bc26
>"An eevee? Nice starter. I'm sure it'll be a hit at the beauty contest when you quit training." A snide voice cut into my thoughts. I glanced to my right. The trainer was about my age, weedy, with an expression that told me it wasn't a compliment. By his side, a bayleef nosed the carpet, looking for grass. A bayleef - no wonder I felt so fucking irritated.
>Keeping a picture perfect smile on my face, I responded, "Oh my gosh, I didn't know they offered scholarships to special needs trainers too! Did you ride here on the short ponyta?"
>He ignored my jab, and jerked his chin at my eevee. "They may be good for quick elemental harrying in their evolutions, but they fall off in high competition where you're forced to stand and trade." He smiled nastily. "I guess the Oak name isn't all it's hyped up to be if they're dumb enough to try bringing lab pokemon into the arena."
>I held the smile as I ticked off several boxes in my head. Insulting my family, skills, talking like he knew better than me, and expecting me to fall for his pathetic attempts at baiting, check. Even with a noseful of bayleef musk jazzing me up I could see his ploy coming from a mile away.
>I was surprised to find myself pissed by his jab at my pokemon. Even if I was somewhat unenthused by her myself, you didn't insult a man's starter - it just wasn't done. I wasn't about to let anyone but me talk smack about my furry little disappointment.
>"Alright, you shit excuse for a mareep-fucking hedge trainer, you want to talk strategy?" I replied pleasantly, in an even tone completely unsuited for the bombs I was dropping. "You've been feeding that bayleaf expensive product to accelerate its growth. Maybe not candy - you might not be that stupid - but high class fertilizer, Celadon Gym stuff. You probably saw that Johto Finalist—CONT.
Fucking love Game of Champions Blue.
Link to whole interaction, couple paragraphs, from Game of Champions, chapter 6: https://rentry.co/ebe4bc26
>"An eevee? Nice starter. I'm sure it'll be a hit at the beauty contest when you quit training." A snide voice cut into my thoughts. I glanced to my right. The trainer was about my age, weedy, with an expression that told me it wasn't a compliment. By his side, a bayleef nosed the carpet, looking for grass. A bayleef - no wonder I felt so fucking irritated.
>Keeping a picture perfect smile on my face, I responded, "Oh my gosh, I didn't know they offered scholarships to special needs trainers too! Did you ride here on the short ponyta?"
>He ignored my jab, and jerked his chin at my eevee. "They may be good for quick elemental harrying in their evolutions, but they fall off in high competition where you're forced to stand and trade." He smiled nastily. "I guess the Oak name isn't all it's hyped up to be if they're dumb enough to try bringing lab pokemon into the arena."
>I held the smile as I ticked off several boxes in my head. Insulting my family, skills, talking like he knew better than me, and expecting me to fall for his pathetic attempts at baiting, check. Even with a noseful of bayleef musk jazzing me up I could see his ploy coming from a mile away.
>I was surprised to find myself pissed by his jab at my pokemon. Even if I was somewhat unenthused by her myself, you didn't insult a man's starter - it just wasn't done. I wasn't about to let anyone but me talk smack about my furry little disappointment.
>"Alright, you shit excuse for a mareep-fucking hedge trainer, you want to talk strategy?" I replied pleasantly, in an even tone completely unsuited for the bombs I was dropping. "You've been feeding that bayleaf expensive product to accelerate its growth. Maybe not candy - you might not be that stupid - but high class fertilizer, Celadon Gym stuff. You probably saw that Johto Finalist—CONT.
Fucking love Game of Champions Blue.
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