surskitty
「にがいのは いやだ」って…
- Pronoun
- they
Given that she quickly leaps up and whacks you in the face with her tail, yes. I would assume so.Well thank heaven for that, at least. The boy has no time for annoying old people who sing without hats. He pets his Shinx in an attempt to calm it down. (that's what he said!)
The boy is surprised, as he didn't expect the Raichu to react as such. Like he would leave her in there all alone, uncaught. He sucks on his zapped pinky. After a bit of looking he finds his Ditto, who is transforming back and forth into a very lewd object that it must have seen on a late-night commercial bad Amorpho bad. After a quick scolding, he convinces the Amazing Amorpho to follow him over to the pit. He could just pull the Raichu out, (although the Smeargle was another story) but this way was better and less zappy, hopefully. The boy leaned down and drew a diagram in the sand:
l--l
l--l
l--l
Nodding and feeling patronized, Amorpho begins to stretch and glow, quickly Transforming into a small ladder. With eyes. And it was still purpley-pink. But hey!, it was still a ladder, which was what they needed right now. Sliding Amorpho into the pit, smiling when it fit correctly, the boy waited for the trapped Pokémon to climb out.
Wait, could Raichu use ladders? Even slanted ones? He hoped so.
You might need to try bribery.
The clefable rolls her eyes as overdramatically as she possibly can. "Why would you assume I'd have you thrown out the airlock? Do you know how much my insurance premiums would go up if I started littering? If it was okay for me to drop people out airlocks, it'd be okay for other people to drop people out airlocks, and then it'd be impossible to orbit around this planet without hitting some idiot and I live down there, thank you. Ugh, humans." She sighs loudly. "Protocol dictates that I am to teleport any [untranslated Space Clefairy*] roughly to where they were picked up, plus or minus 2km in any direction. [mumble mumble**] I'd've assumed my brother would have explained as much, but he's an idiot ***. See also, your quest from the one clefairy ship nearby that can't be bothered to apply Meteor Mash whenever necessary. Or whenever funny. Or cathartic. Or ... you get the picture. What's the point of technology if you don't use it?"He has a name? Interesting. That's a don't-really-care interesting.
Oh crap. Oh man oh man they're going to throw her out the airlock aren't they man she hates space clefairy man. "Yes!" she says tersely, her voice cracking. "Yes! I... have an objection! 'Cause like maybe well like I said I could just go back and you guys could get back to your lives and everything would go on as usual and I wouldn'tgetthrownouttheairlock!"
Breath. "It's not like I asked to lope your inters or anything... and I don't know what's the matter with Mister Clefairy Captain Shiny Otto Stabbity Hat man or the intricacies of space clefairy factions but he just wanted me to take Len and go back and get rid of Team Rocket and look for his sister and all of that seemed completely reasonable and not at all any good reason to throw me out into space!"
She lets Len onto her lap, realizing she was clenching him tightly and was turning from pink to wobbuffet-blue. She considers her options, including running out of the room and looking for an escape pod, letting out Pierre and taking her chances with his teleport... man she can't think of anything. She just really would like to not get thrown out the airlock.
She adjusts her beret! and smirks. "So. Teleporting. Yes, no, ask the triggerhappy clefable to elaborate on something?"
* Roughly, 'maggots who haven't even figured out proper antigravity, much less faster-than-light travel', except much shorter and ruder. Space Clefairy is a very ... succinct language.
** "Above or below the surface is acceptable but inadvisable."
*** But he has more tact.