7th Struggle [Action/Video] New Bark Town ... Again

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[SUN. BRIGHT, SUNSHINEY SUN. It's so bright, it's almost as bad as getting blinded by snow. But that lasts for only a minute before the gear swings into focus on a face.

A very familiar looking face. Or maybe he wasn't familiar at all and those bright blue eyes, wild black hair, and somewhat sharp teeth were a new and unusual sight.

That person with the familiar looking face had an equally familiar looking Poochyena that had, lovingly, sunk her jaws into his skull. He's dealt with worse before, but he obviously wasn't too happy about his situation.

The Poochyena on the other hand, looked absolutely thrilled to be gnawing on her trainer once more.]

She's been doing this for fifteen minutes... [Fifteen minutes before he was just getting kicked out into New Bark and realizing that he had not dreamt up his time in Johto.]

... How do I make her stop? I can't feel much of my head anymore.

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[Why, yes he is bleeding! But, of course he hasn't noticed. He has noticed that there is (finally) a real live person! Not that he was unused to people. He just remembered being mostly on his own while he was in New Bark Town last time.

And this guy seemed okay. Rin would nod, but there was a Poochyena on his head.]

I think I'm okay? [But he winced as he spoke. Poochy didn't seem like she was going to let go anytime soon.] ... I can't really feel my head anymore.

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Yeah...Yeah, you're fine. You're going to be fine. Just--I'm going to ask you stay still, okay? [Shit, how do you even take a Poochyena off of someone's head?]

I'm going to get him off of you. Don't move a muscle. [He says as his hand steadily reaches over for the Poochyena.]

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[O-Oh my gosh, this guy was fussy. Was this what people called a "mother hen"?!

Rin can't even pull off the whole "YEAH I'M TOTES FINE" card since, yes, he was going to have a pretty nasty bruise. Not that Poochy cared since this was all about love and venting frustrations.]

Uhm, -- sure? [And so he proceeds to stand as still as possible. Even though he did wobble a bit since Poochy was sort of heavy.] ...Who are you? I don't mind that you're like a doctor, since my brother is one but... I usually know who wants to start operating. ...I'm Rin.

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Me? I'm a passerby...for the second time. It's complicated. But ah--my name's Norman.

[Right, so Pooch on head. Pokeman are usually friendly. Norman can totally tackle this problem head on. Seriously though how can someone be so calm about this? How does one be okay with a beast gnawing at your flesh? Legitimate questions mother hen is concerned about hurr.

Maybe if he gently holds the dog from under its' belly to at least alleviate the weight.]

I don't want to stir anything but...you should see a doctor after this. Maybe find something to clean your injury with.

[JUST KEEPIN' CASUAL DOOD.]

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Y'mean you've been here before too, Norman? That's the same with me.

[Pfff Norman. Rin's calm because Rin doesn't feel like spazzing about this any more than he already has. It will only make his head hurt more. Besides, he's had her cling to his arm like a voracious thing the first time they met. Poochy is okay with being gently held. She was staring to feel a little sore.]

... Are there even any doctors around in this place? [Much less a doctor who will be able to -- oh wait. He's human in this place. He could totes see a doctor.] I might be able to find rubbing alcohol somewhere.

[KEEPIN' IT COOL LIKE ICE COLD LEMONADE]

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[Slowly...gently...stay still Pooch-- wait. what.]

Wha--? You too?

[Clearly this place is fucking with his head. Again. This should be the norm for Norm but his face continues to read perturbed as all fuck. It's days like this he wishes he could've studied something other than Psychology. What he needed is something practical. Something that would piece together the incoherent clusterfuck that is this reality.

...But that's just him being bitter.





OH! Right! Lethal pooch.]

--! Ah, a doctor? Not in this town but I think we can muster something for that wound. If anything, we can check that woman's house again.

[From the looks of it, Operation: Pupapalooz-getdafuqoffmyhead is slowly in motion. Last thing Norman wants to do is yank her off and that would be (literally) Rin's head. The key now is for her to loosen her bite. Only way he could think of is to pet her head gently. But not just a half-assed pet. No sir! This petting is legit; ear scratches and all.]