01: ACTION and VIDEO taking place IN THE PAST.

[rivalsolarbeam]

Actiony Bits backdated to the 21st.
[So Green and Bulba had come back. Apparently. Where was Bulba though? What a mystery! There's this other guy meandering around campus though who kinda looks like him but he's taller and way more blonde. What a mystery! At other times there's a big Venusaur wandering around that looks kind of like Vinnie but way brighter green and with a big fat yellow flower. The mysteries just never stop emerging.

If you're a member of Green Team, he's looking for you. You too, RA party. He needs to say sorry for bailing on you for a few days. If you're another Venusaur, he sent you a text to meet up sometime that afternoon probably by a fountain or something. If you're anyone else, maybe he's familiar or maybe he's someone new you should greet.]

---

Video bits also backdated to the 21st.
[BUT EVENTUALLY A VIDEO POST POPPED UP ON THE NETWORK. IT WAS THAT GUY. He looked a wee bit nervous, but he was smiling at the camera for the video that was coming from Bulba's account.]

…Hello! There have been a few new students since I last said anything… My name's Bulba! I'm one of the girls' RAs so if you ever need anything, feel free to stop me if you see me.

Most of you already knew me as an Ivysaur but, uh, I'm a Venusaur now! I'll be getting used to it as much as you are, haha… I'm still the same me, though, so nothing to worry about there.

Have a good day, okay?

Comments

[rivalsolarbeam]

[That particular ear did a series of little flicks under Char's finger and Bulba did a tiny wiggle. That tickled.]

Heheh, okay, okay- but only because I'm not super compatible with spontaneous combustion.

[Bulba eased himself back up as requested. He'd still been walking through that whole sappy exchange, letting his feet do their thing, and it was almost a surprise to realize that they were starting to get pretty close to the more commonly looked at parts of campus. Well. That was that then, he supposed. He slowed to a stop, gently depositing the dragon on his feet.

He felt very light, and incredibly content. The fact that what had just happened had actually happened, and that it could happen meant the world to him.]

Beep beep. Don't forget your valuables.

[rivalkidneypunch]

[Once he was back on the ground, he gave his wings a ruffle or two. It was a pretty halfhearted attempt at the usual huffiness he was supposed to respond to sappiness with, but it was pretty hard to be the surly aloof dragon when his brother was here and fully-evolved and beaming like Christmas had come early this year. There might have been a hint of wiggle in his tail now that it could wag without worries of hitting Bulba.

He still felt the need to look away until his face wasn't quite so red and he stopped all this smiling, though. Baby steps.]

So how much do I owe for the lift?

[rivalsolarbeam]

It was a celebratory freebie.

[This grinning was permanently switched to 'On,' it seemed.]

Besides I probably owe you a whole ton of them by now.

[rivalkidneypunch]

You don't owe me shit, kid. I'm paid in smiles.

[Smiles like that one that refused to leave Bulba's face. How fortunate that Char was the one being paid for the ground taxi ride too, then.]

[rivalsolarbeam]

Then I guess you're gonna end up super rich.

[He had no intentions of stopping. AT LEAST NOT UNTIL SEVERAL HOURS FROM NOW HA HA OOPS.]

[rivalkidneypunch]

[HA HA OOPS. Maybe dragon saliva will also turn out to have Scald-proofing powers.]

Which means I can afford to take a taxi everywhere? I'm startin' to see how this works.

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Signs point to a tragic "not really."]

Dang. Geez. And also dang. I'm gonna get a work out.

[rivalkidneypunch]

[Shit and also damn.]

On the bright side, not too many people out there can boast about bench-pressin' dragons.

[rivalsolarbeam]

I will only use my powers for good.

[And for punching Marie, which was arguably the best use of all.]

[rivalkidneypunch]

[Yet another canon truth revealed this night.]

I can maybe overlook you usin' 'em for less-than-good once or twice. My reputation'll withstand it somehow.

[One wing flicked out, nudging Bulba playfully.]

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Bulba laughed, reaching out to playfully bat at Char's wing with his fingertips.]

I'll keep that in mind when I'm jacking the designated driver's car.

[rivalkidneypunch]

[Another snort of laughter. That wing might have fluttered a bit, too, if a word as delicate as fluttered could ever be applied to Char.]

That so? I think I'm gettin' prouder of you by the second, kid.