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Scar | Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)
a.
Scar had lost count as to how many times he had gone tumbling down the face of this damned ledge.
It should have been simple enough. He could climb buildings, yet every time he neared the top of this slope, he somehow lost his footing and came stumbling down in a heap. This was where he sat, now. Flat on his ass at the bottom of a seemingly impossible incline and gathering his bearings after his latest tumble.
Never mind that he probably could have gotten around it through some tall grass an hour ago.
b.
Skitty was usually very well behaved.
Usually.
Right now, however, she was currently skittering down the streets of Violet City for some reason unknown to Scar. He felt like a complete and utter fool chasing after the damn pokémon, but what else was he supposed to do?
Some help would be greatly appreciated. Or, you could simply point and laugh. That worked too.
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CHASING?
C H A S I NG???? ?????!!!!
CHASING!!!!
The unmistakable thundering sound of a dog juggernauting enthusiastically towards its next victim could be heard rumbling out across the grass.
And that was when a Growlithe the size of a Saint Bernard launched bodily into Scar's path.
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Scar barely had time to shout with surprise when a beast of a Growlithe launched out of the grass and onto an inevitable collision course with him. The Ishbalan had always used his size to his advantage. Knocking him over was like toppling a concrete wall.
But this bright orange newcomer? Had caught him just right.
The wind knocked out of him, Scar landed on the ground with a sharp grunt and a lot of fur in his face as Skitty continued to make a break for it. Fantastic.
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Going down in a mess of fur and legs, Cujo rolled a couple of times before scrambling upright, one floppy ear lying on his head the wrong way as he blinked owlishly.
Cujo cast one look at the escaping Skitty, but then apparently decided the guy on the ground was either more important or an easier target.
HOPE YOU LIKE SLOPPY DOG KISSES, SCAR, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GONNA GET.
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Scar snarled as the Growlithe bombarded him with dog kisses. He tried clumsily to push the beast away, it was proving difficult. This was the biggest damn Growlithe he'd ever seen!
"Get off-" He turned his gaze briefly down the road to see Skitty stopping, literally, to smell the flowers.
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Scar's struggling only seemed to encourage him.
Ponylike tail whipping back and forth, Cujo wriggled with pure excitement and continued to bathe Scar's face with a tongue that seemed too giant and sloppy to even be able to fit inside his mouth.
But never fear, rescue was at hand.
"CUJO! Cujo, what the HELL, leave that poor guy alone!"
A pair of scrawny freckled arms clamped around the Growlithe's neck and hauled him backwards.
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"About time- Is he your-" Scar's tone was furious, but he cut himself off when he noticed the young woman. In her teens, maybe? She was a twig, how'd she managed to get the damn thing off him?
"Keep a better eye on him."
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As was the way she managed to actually LIFT THE DAMN THING UP like an incredibly oversized baby, stumbling backwards a little bit under the dog's obvious girth. With Cujo more or less overflowing out of her arms, about all that was visible of the girl's head was her shaggy blond hair-- which ironically matched the Growlithe's mane.
"He kinda-- nrrgh, kinda has a will of his own. Are you okay?"
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"Maybe it's time he stopped acting like a lapdog." Like that was ever going to happen. In Scar's relatively brief time 'training' these chimera-like creatures, he knew that the golden rule of Pokémon was that the little ones thought they were big and the big ones thought they were little. Especially the dogs.
But where was Skitty? Still smelling the flowers, it seemed. Good.
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Cujo would go to the grave believing he was a lap dog. Even if he evolved and became the size of an SUV.
She wobbled backwards and shifted the dog's weight until she could at least peek at Scar over the mass of cream-colored fluff that was Cujo's belly.
"He's sorry. ... Well no, he's totally not, but I'm apologizing for him. Okay?"
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The contrast of trainers here was probably hilarious to anyone watching.
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An awkward silence ensued as they just sort of stared each other down, broken only by the sound of Cujo stolidly licking the side of Heather's head over and over. As though this wasn't happening, Heather's eyes flicked down to the tiny pink creature when he came over to deliver the flower.
She nodded.
"That your starter?"
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The brute was immune to awkward silences. Sorry, Heather. He glanced down to Skitty.
"No. I got her as an egg." For someone who otherwise gave off a horribly brooding aura, Scar looked at the cat-like Pokémon with a rare sort of fondness.