Longsword, August 30th, 2009
After escaping from the horrors he and Fujitsu faced, Roy, somewhat fed up with the quarrel of his figments and insanity of the others, decided to take a stroll through Miasma. That was before he noticed Duke and Spark being chased by a group of wild Pokemon.
"What in the..."
"What...the hell?" asked Ego as he appeared out of nowhere.
"I don't know, either."
"As your trainer-mode, let me now do you a good favor and save these two brain-surgeons from certain death."
Ego then took over Roy's mental functions and focused on the running Arcanine and Pichu.
"Duke, use Fire Blast! Spark, Thunderbolt!"
Instantly, the two Pokemon changed pace and faced their opponents, unleashing their respective attacks.
Amidst the smoldering pile of fainted Pokemon and burning grass, the Ego-controlled Roy spotted a Slowpoke sitting absent-minded with its tail in a pool of water.
Ego, causing Roy to grin widely, dug into Roy's pack and dug out a Pokeball that had been given to him by Fuschia earlier.
"Heh...WELCOME TO THE TEAM, WAFFLES!" he shouted as the ball flew through the air and struck the Slowpoke in the head, absorbing it.
The ball shook several times before finally tilting to the side in completion of the catching process.
"POKEMON GET!" Ego shouted in victory, as he ran over and picked up the Pokeball.
"Slowpoke's data was added to the PokeDex," Ego grinned.
"'Slowpoke - Dopey Pokemon - Height: 3', 11" - Weight: 79 lbs. - Description: Incredibly slow and dopey. It takes 5 seconds for it to feel pain when under attack.'"
"Do you wish to give a nickname to the caught Slowpoke?" Ego asked himself, before nodding.
At that moment, Ego lost control of Roy.
"Oh, no, I'm not letting you name him. It's bad enough you caught something without my permission."
"Hey, now! I just saved your Arcanine and Pichu! Some respect would be nice!"
"You just caught a Slowpoke. That's good enough. I'm naming him 'Popo'."
"I'm calling him 'Waffles'. I refuse to call him...Poop or whatever you just said."
Conscience then appeared looking as though she had been hit by a sedan. "Ego, I'm going to kill you."
"I love you, too."
"Save it," Roy grumbled, looking at the Pokeball in his hand before releasing Popo. "Oh, and look what Ego caught."
Conscience examined the Slowpoke in the face before giving her opinion. "It's kinda creepy."
"Oh, nonsense," Ego yawned as he crossed his arms.
"Whatever you say."