I shrug. I never really understood that whole “chi” thing. It’s apparently supposed to be some sort of natural energy that’s in all living things, but what does that have to do with punching things? Wouldn’t yelling sort of decrease the amount of chi you have, considering you’re using energy to yell? Can you have too much chi if you yell a lot and don’t punch anything? What happens then? Is it like when you fail at lightning-bending? Or maybe that’s why grumpy old Pokemon always age the worst; the excess chi from yelling at everyone is causing their bodies to deteriorate faster. I reach for my book in order to write a reminder to ask a Fighting-Type or some sort of guru about this later, but quickly realize that I’d left it in the room. Damnit…
Dirty indeed… I think to myself, the Zorua’s cut-off statement making me feel… uncomfortable. I open my mouth to correct his Fletchling friend’s assumption, but Levita already has it covered.
“Umm, hello.” I say awkwardly with a little wave, feeling like I need to come with a better follow-up slogan at some point or another. After I shake Ebon’s hand, I wave at the other members of the team as they’re introduced, and nod when the Zorua asks if we should walk together to the cafeteria. I’m interrupted by an oddly skittish Nincada who seems to have some sort of speech impediment.
“It’s actually Crescendo,” I correct, putting some emphasis on the “sh” portion of the word. “No ‘t’ sound involved. You see, the ‘c’ is actually a soft consona-” I’m interrupted again when he both asks and voices his enthusiasm for food. He has a very basic yet disjointed way of speaking, like he doesn’t really have a good understanding of the language he’s using.
“Well, yeah,” I respond sheepishly. “There’s probably a lot of food in the cafeteria. We’re going there right now, if you don’t know where it is…”
Dirty indeed… I think to myself, the Zorua’s cut-off statement making me feel… uncomfortable. I open my mouth to correct his Fletchling friend’s assumption, but Levita already has it covered.
“Umm, hello.” I say awkwardly with a little wave, feeling like I need to come with a better follow-up slogan at some point or another. After I shake Ebon’s hand, I wave at the other members of the team as they’re introduced, and nod when the Zorua asks if we should walk together to the cafeteria. I’m interrupted by an oddly skittish Nincada who seems to have some sort of speech impediment.
“It’s actually Crescendo,” I correct, putting some emphasis on the “sh” portion of the word. “No ‘t’ sound involved. You see, the ‘c’ is actually a soft consona-” I’m interrupted again when he both asks and voices his enthusiasm for food. He has a very basic yet disjointed way of speaking, like he doesn’t really have a good understanding of the language he’s using.
“Well, yeah,” I respond sheepishly. “There’s probably a lot of food in the cafeteria. We’re going there right now, if you don’t know where it is…”