[ Previously on Pokemon Shima’s terrible, horrible, awful life, he was trying to warn the carnival about bugs, big bugs, giant bugs, bugs with superpowers. Naturally, no one took heed his warnings. That probably had a lot to do with no one else having a bloodcurdling fear of insects, so—
This is where he finds himself now, lost on his way back to one of the villages after scouting around a little more. He’s since broken off from the other workers or, more specifically, the other nightrunners, but that’s typical enough for him. Scouting means covering a lot of ground at once, not a little ground in a group! Buuuut all it takes is, like, nine steps through the tall grass before it appears. Buggy eyes, buggy legs, buggy everything, and that leaves Shima announcing exactly where is with a harrowing shriek from somewhere out there, among the grass and trees. ]
AAAAAGH, NO, COME ON! NOT AGAIN! HOW MANY OF THESE THINGS ARE THERE OUT HERE?!
[ He may have split off from the rest before, but it’s only a matter of time until he comes screaming and crashing right back out through the wilderness and directly into, well, whoever is unlucky enough to find themselves in his path. ]
SALANDIT? MORE LIKE SALANDON'T...
[ Team Skull was an inevitability, especially for a scout. Enough Team Skull run-ins and it eventually occurred to Shima to actually pick up a Pokemon of his own. The easiest way to do that? Take one of the pokeballs off of a goon's belt in exchange for letting them go without another thrashing (because he was legitimately beating them up the old-fashioned way). Good deal, right? Right? Well, you would think so, only— ]
It's just a lizard. [ Shima's camped out at a little outdoor cafe table back in Hau'oli, a Salandit sprawled out flat on the table, squinting right back at him with those shifty narrow eyes it has. ] Better than a bug, I guess. A little small for a salamander, though, so...
[ He inches a hand forward, going in to poke it on the snout with a finger. Baaad idea. Real bad. ]
Not too impressiv— OW! Hey! [ He jerks his hand back. ] Don't bite!
TEAM SKULL VS. THE CARNIVAL [ DAY 82 - DAY 84 ]
Wuh— uh oh.
[ Yeah, and that whole thing where Shima spent his off-week harassing Team Skull for shits and giggles when he wasn't a) running from horrible bugs or b) lazing around on a beach somewhere? What he failed to realize is they count as Pokemon Trainers, which means they're right here, in the carnival, and Shima without a glamour looks pretty much like Shima with one, save for the added extra eye in his forehead.
Don't mind him, ducking around into whatever booth, game, table, tent, or even the kitchen at the cookhouse that you're busy working at and the reason is immediately obvious when a whole pack of Team Skull goons come loudly grouching and beatboxing the same way he'd come from. ]
Yo, yo, where did that pink-haired bozo go?! You ain't getting away with Team Skull's Pokemon!
[ Oh boy. Shima, doing his best to hide right now, waves his hands frantically and whispers a little too loudly for comfort, ]
renzo shima, ota
[ Previously on
PokemonShima’s terrible, horrible, awful life, he was trying to warn the carnival about bugs, big bugs, giant bugs, bugs with superpowers. Naturally, no one took heed his warnings. That probably had a lot to do with no one else having a bloodcurdling fear of insects, so—This is where he finds himself now, lost on his way back to one of the villages after scouting around a little more. He’s since broken off from the other workers or, more specifically, the other nightrunners, but that’s typical enough for him. Scouting means covering a lot of ground at once, not a little ground in a group! Buuuut all it takes is, like, nine steps through the tall grass before it appears. Buggy eyes, buggy legs, buggy everything, and that leaves Shima announcing exactly where is with a harrowing shriek from somewhere out there, among the grass and trees. ]
AAAAAGH, NO, COME ON! NOT AGAIN! HOW MANY OF THESE THINGS ARE THERE OUT HERE?!
[ He may have split off from the rest before, but it’s only a matter of time until he comes screaming and crashing right back out through the wilderness and directly into, well, whoever is unlucky enough to find themselves in his path. ]
SALANDIT? MORE LIKE SALANDON'T...
[ Team Skull was an inevitability, especially for a scout. Enough Team Skull run-ins and it eventually occurred to Shima to actually pick up a Pokemon of his own. The easiest way to do that? Take one of the pokeballs off of a goon's belt in exchange for letting them go without another thrashing (because he was legitimately beating them up the old-fashioned way). Good deal, right? Right? Well, you would think so, only— ]
It's just a lizard. [ Shima's camped out at a little outdoor cafe table back in Hau'oli, a Salandit sprawled out flat on the table, squinting right back at him with those shifty narrow eyes it has. ] Better than a bug, I guess. A little small for a salamander, though, so...
[ He inches a hand forward, going in to poke it on the snout with a finger. Baaad idea. Real bad. ]
Not too impressiv— OW! Hey! [ He jerks his hand back. ] Don't bite!
TEAM SKULL VS. THE CARNIVAL [ DAY 82 - DAY 84 ]
Wuh— uh oh.
[ Yeah, and that whole thing where Shima spent his off-week harassing Team Skull for shits and giggles when he wasn't a) running from horrible bugs or b) lazing around on a beach somewhere? What he failed to realize is they count as Pokemon Trainers, which means they're right here, in the carnival, and Shima without a glamour looks pretty much like Shima with one, save for the added extra eye in his forehead.
Don't mind him, ducking around into whatever booth, game, table, tent, or even the kitchen at the cookhouse that you're busy working at and the reason is immediately obvious when a whole pack of Team Skull goons come loudly grouching and beatboxing the same way he'd come from. ]
Yo, yo, where did that pink-haired bozo go?! You ain't getting away with Team Skull's Pokemon!
[ Oh boy. Shima, doing his best to hide right now, waves his hands frantically and whispers a little too loudly for comfort, ]
Ignore me! They'll leave soon, promise! They're really dumb, y'know?