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[In the wee morning hours of Oct. 9th, a text goes out.]

anyone around mahogany and awake and want to go a few rounds run somewhere train creatures will take anything[Because that was one hell of a dream. One he's not too sure he's going to be able to get over too quickly right now. He's just... loathe to admit it even happened.]

[But, regardless of whether or not anyone is conscious to answer his question, the old bot can be found in a local park, either jogging with his Growlithe, or attempting to wrestle his Aggron.]

[Something physical. It's all that's going to get his mind off things.]

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[Okay, yeah, he didn't expect that. He can safely say this is unexpected as hell.]

[... especially when Egg decides to pitch in. He wasn't in on this one and there's suddenly big pokemon piling on his trainer and that doesn't really sit well with the Aggron. He wades in -- trying to be helpful and trying to pry the Ampharos off.]

[Ironhide, meanwhile, makes a game attempt to wrestle Heather to the ground, despite the Croconaw addition.]

_{[Fortunately for everybody involved, Asimov the Ampharos is basically a giant cuddle machine. While the Aggron does manage to pry him off, Asimov merely lets out a happy bugle and promptly transfers his wrestling/hugging efforts onto Egg.]

[Heather just barks out a wild laugh and wrestles right BACK.]}

GET 'EM, ZILLA!

_{[Alone it'd be a one-sided match but with a Croconaw it's at least SOMEWHAT even. :Ib]}

[... EGG IS CONFUSED.]

[No, seriously, what is this. He stands there startled and alarmed and confused as hell and then -- okay then. He decides he's pretty okay with all this hugging. Come here and snuggle, Asimov what have you done.]

[Meanwhile. Napalm probably could help this. But it's way more entertaining to loom over the fight and cheer on Heather and her Croconaw. Ironhide pauses long enough to glower up at her, before making a game attempt to toss Heather over one shoulder.]

You are cheating.

_{[MAKE LOVE NOT WAR, YO.]

[Heather grins wolfishly back at him, jamming an elbow in the way of his grab.]}

Not cheating! Just evening the odds!

Two creatures is not even!

[Nope you come here you squirmy child you. Elbow or no he's going to keep trying to heft her up.]

It is when the other person is a big brick wall!

Zilla, use Lick!

_{[... He doesn't literally know the technigue 'Lick'. So pretty much all he does is literally open his mouth and give the side of Ironhide's head a healthy dose of crocodile slobber.]}

I am not a wall!

[He's about to argue further, but then there's disgusting slime all over. He actually bellows, and shoves at the crocodile pokemon.]

_{[... OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH Godzilla has had his fill of HIDEOUS VIOLENCE for the day. It's getting rough and people could get HURT.]

[Once shoved, he promptly rolls away. Effectively abandoning his trainer.]}

HEY!

[It's okay Zilla. Napalm is right there for you to roll into. And she'll be happy to nudge you back to your feet and make sure you're not hurt.]

[The Onix is a Momix.]

[Meanwhile... Ironhide just lunges to heft the girl up over his shoulder, unless she wiggles away in time.]

_{[Aw, crud.]

[She acts fast to move away-- but not really fast enough. The result is that he has her sort-of by the knees and the rest of her is scrabbling to clamber over his back.]}

[IN THAT CASE. It's time to swing her up in the air. Upside down.]

You have been caught!

_{[Ah, yes. Gravity, Heather's old nemesis. They meet again.]

[All the same, she twists in the air to swing a compulsory fist at him.]}

Shut your smug face, I got you good that time!

You cheated.

You used your team.

That wasn't cheating!

That was adapting.

Uh huh.

You adapted so well, I caught you.

Only when my Pokemon bailed on me.

Not MY fault.

You should have trained it better.

[He's mostly teasing, there. And it probably shows.]

Is there such a thing as training someone not to be a giant weiner?

_{[She shoots a LOOK at the Croconaw, who is currently being conflicted several yards away over whether or not he should leap to the rescue. :I Ironhide is bigger than he is. That's sort of worrying.]}

... Giant wiener?

[There's a term he's never heard. Even now.]

[Napalm just sort of pats Zilla's shoulder with her muzzle. It's okay buddy :T]

Uh-- never mind.

_{[She doesn't want to explain the term 'giant weiner' to an ancient alien robot.]

[So instead she just tries to elbow Ironhide's back until his grip loosens. It's probably not going to work.]}

Right.

... So why are you up at this hour, hm?

No particular reason. I took a long-ass nap in the afternoon and now I can't sleep.

_{[She says this all while dangling upside down over his shoulders and determinedly slamming the elbow into his back repeatedly.]}

Yeah? Thought kids needed more sleep.

[He gives her a little shake where he's draped her. In hopes of dissuading that elbow.]

I'm not a kid.

I have ascended the need for slee-- augh, is that REALLY necessary?

Yes, you are.

And yeah, it is. Until you quit the elbow thing.