ブンジロウ

This will be my final post.

It takes him a bit to register but being how this isn’t the most unusual thing out there he’s ever come across he just looks at the wolf who’s name is apparently Lobo, with little to no amusement at all. He’s very charismatic, Brendan will give him that much for the time being.

Not entirely upset but one to appreciate a controlled situation when he has it. He can tell Lobo means no threat at all so he lightens up in no time. “Name’s Brendan. Sorry about that. I didn’t expect for you to actually talk how you did.” He tries to explain and though he appreciates the offering of help, he can tell that he’s more than entertained by the situation. He does take the offer paw though and makes sure to help himself up. “It’s nice to meet you.” He adds after standing up straight. “I barely got here so I’m just just trying to take all of this in.” Nice to know that there’s talking animals here, next time it won’t catch him by surprise he’ll make sure of it. “Do you happen to know what this place is? Is there a way out?”

✴-❝Cool, cool Brendan, GAHAHA! Sorry for the scare!❞

  Lobo said with a bit of an apologetic smile, feeling a bit bad for taking so much enjoyment out of this. He helped pulled up the other as they got back to their feet. Once the trainer stood up to his feet, the wolf crossed his arms, his smile never wavering as they spoke.

@ah-rooooo

   “You don’t look like a human… what are you, exactly?”

  She has been tailing this… weird, bipedal creature for a few blocks now, studying its movements. Not a walker. Not dangerous? It was hard to confirm. People seemed to talk to it, as if a furry creature walking around in clothes were no big deal. Yet, he was the only one she’s seen for miles. Maybe someone in a suit?

Her right hand lightly touches her ridiculous bb gun, but only to ease her mind in a new environment. She doesn’t intend to shoot him – as long as he doesn’t pull a fast one on her.

  “You can talk right? I’ve seen you do it. So talk.”

✴-❝Eh?❞

  Lobo let out, spinning around as he heard a voice from behind him. The wolf looked downward to the young girl, a frown forming on his lips. Before long though, the wolf’s frown faded, even if he did notice her hand on the bb gun. It was hard to tell if the gun was a real one or not from the angle he had being taller than her, but his kindness and naivety shined through.

Now this boy has seen his fair share of things not to be mistaken or taken lightly so Brendan can take quite the load. He’s ridden Rayquaza, defeated Deoxys, tamed Groudon, heck! This boy has even gone to space! Believe you me, that Brendan can take punches but when what he assumes to be a Pokemon begins to speak, and no not that talking inside your head kind of speak, but actually speaking. Well he wasn’t ready for that.

“W-Woah! You talk?!” He asks in clear shock, falling back to sit on the grass with his gloved hands used to keep him sitting upright as he stares at the proclaimed wolf in shock. “So you’re just an everyday animal?” So..odd. “That talks?!” With little details worth pointing out.

✴-❝Sure can. I’ve had vocal cords the day I was born, GAHAHA! Good thing we speak the same language too! Wouldn’t it be funny if I talked in like French or Spanish or something, ah-rooooo?❞

  Lobo teased, obviously quite used to the reaction. He put his paws on his hips as he looked down at the startled human, a wolfish and joking grin forming across his muzzle.

✴-❝Speaking of Spanish-- name’s Lobo! What’s yours, bud? Do you need a hand--er, paw to help you back up? GAHAHA!❞

@ah-rooooo

How peculiar. Yes, very peculiar. “You’re unlike any pokemon I have ever gotten to see before.” He sheds some enlightenment to the animal, who he assumes to be a Pokemon, before him. As to why he’s putting his weight on one knee and eyeing it with a curious filled gaze. His location is a worry and it burdens his thoughts but he’s too focused on, what he thinks, to be a new discovered Pokemon. This coming from a boy who’s only completed in the least seventy eight percent of his national pokedex. “If I had my pokedex with me I would scan you,” he continues to ramble while he takes hold of his own chin in thought, wondering just what kind of pokemon it would fall under what categories. It hasn’t attacked him yet so Ekko’s currently resting inside his pokeball so Brendan doesn’t find it absolutely necessary to call him upon. “Hmm..” He ponders. What to do.

✴-❝Pokemon?❞ 

    Lobo let out, after watching the younger male get on their knee. The wolf frowned for a moment, for some reason-- that sounded familiar. He thought for a moment or two, before he shrugged and rolled his shoulders, a light snicker leaking past his dark lips.