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11 January 2014 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yoctogramIt had been several weeks since Sho's first, unwilling, appointment with a poke centre therapist. He'd been taken the meds constantly in large part because either Belphe or Riemannian Zeta-Function made damn sure that he'd done so.
While this did help in some ways, some things, it did not change who he was. Still brilliant, still thinking in odd jags and quirky patterns, still obsessed with his mathematics. Still less "thinking outside the box" than "tossing the box out the window and starting from there".
Freed of many of it's chains, though, he was able to turn that brilliant mind to other things. Things like considering the hows and whys of evolution. It didn't make any sense. Why would these creatures, HOW could these creatures, exist? What method behind the madness of flower-frogs and fish-foxes, goldfish that became dragons and whatever the hell Munchlax and Snorlax were?
Eevees were, therefore, the perfect Pokemon for his needs. Not, of course, that he was going to use his Eevees. Nor and Nand were far too close to his heart. Helpfully, though, there was one more option.
Taboo. Belphe's spoiled runty monster of an Eevee, a constant pain in the ass...and also far smaller than the others. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Putting aside the concept of evolution when exposed to stones, ignoring the idea that two of the evolutions theoretically occurred when the Eevee was very friendly, he could attempt to trigger a spontaneous evolution within Taboo via a collection of experiments.
First attempted evolution: Flight.
To this end he had Taboo and a runt-sized hang glider up on a cliff not too far from Goldenrod as the Aerodactal flies. The screaming little grey Eevee was firmly strapped in while Sho's team watched with bemusement (and a certain amount of sadistic glee).
Sho took a running start towards the cliff and let go, sending Taboo off the edge and watching as he shrieked...and then calmed down...and then started to make happy Eevee noises. It seemed like a damn good sign, right up until a passing Pidgeot snagged one end of the glider and sped off.
"Bell," Sho informed his team, "is going to kill me." The two Eevees, the Liepard, and the Purrloin all nodded gravely.
While this did help in some ways, some things, it did not change who he was. Still brilliant, still thinking in odd jags and quirky patterns, still obsessed with his mathematics. Still less "thinking outside the box" than "tossing the box out the window and starting from there".
Freed of many of it's chains, though, he was able to turn that brilliant mind to other things. Things like considering the hows and whys of evolution. It didn't make any sense. Why would these creatures, HOW could these creatures, exist? What method behind the madness of flower-frogs and fish-foxes, goldfish that became dragons and whatever the hell Munchlax and Snorlax were?
Eevees were, therefore, the perfect Pokemon for his needs. Not, of course, that he was going to use his Eevees. Nor and Nand were far too close to his heart. Helpfully, though, there was one more option.
Taboo. Belphe's spoiled runty monster of an Eevee, a constant pain in the ass...and also far smaller than the others. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Putting aside the concept of evolution when exposed to stones, ignoring the idea that two of the evolutions theoretically occurred when the Eevee was very friendly, he could attempt to trigger a spontaneous evolution within Taboo via a collection of experiments.
First attempted evolution: Flight.
To this end he had Taboo and a runt-sized hang glider up on a cliff not too far from Goldenrod as the Aerodactal flies. The screaming little grey Eevee was firmly strapped in while Sho's team watched with bemusement (and a certain amount of sadistic glee).
Sho took a running start towards the cliff and let go, sending Taboo off the edge and watching as he shrieked...and then calmed down...and then started to make happy Eevee noises. It seemed like a damn good sign, right up until a passing Pidgeot snagged one end of the glider and sped off.
"Bell," Sho informed his team, "is going to kill me." The two Eevees, the Liepard, and the Purrloin all nodded gravely.
