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Chie Hori | Tokyo Ghoul

[shuttermouse]

[ Anyone in Goldenrod City or on one of the nearby routes might run into a girl who looks like she should be in elementary school; spoiler alert, she's actually 24, but she's so tiny and most people are likely going to assume she's twelve at the most. She has a camera around her neck and is ready to take pictures of anything that captures her interest.

Which seems to be practically everything. When she's not wandering around in the tall grass or climbing trees to take approximately a million pictures of wild Pokémon, she's taking pictures of completely mundane shit like a crack in the sidewalk or somebody's lawn. Hell, she's going to be take pictures of you if you need a reason to approach her. ]

Hmmm, hmm. What do you think of this picture, Pikachu?

[ ...The electric rodent sitting on her shoulder is an Emolga, by the way. ]

[preybeforemeals]

[...Huh.

You know, several people have crossed his mind as those who would be useful to him here; Hori is almost always at the top of his list, as that goes. She's also consistently been at the top of his list of those least likely to show up here, because really, the last time he implicitly asked this place for useful people, he got Banjou.

But it seems that today fate has finally smiled upon Shuu Tsukiyama, and he's just going to be leaning up against a nearby tree while she shows her Pikachu (BECAUSE ALL THE ELECTRIC RODENTS AROUND HERE ARE PIKACHU, RIGHT) her bounty, and he's more than content to watch from a distance until he sees fit to try to catch her attention.]

If you'd left me to myself any longer, I'd have to start worrying that you didn't like me anymore.

[His tone is light, a little cloying but more than slightly facetious; hello there, you.]

[shuttermouse]

[ Things she did not expect to run into in Pokéworld: this. She lowers her camera and spends the next few seconds staring at him like he just rose from the dead. ]

...Tsukiyama-kun?

shirou emiya | fate/stay night

[peopledieifkilled]

[ For those who might find themselves in Goldenrod City, they'll find a young teenage male with determination kindling in his expression. He seems to look rather worn out; his clothes covered in dirt, his face full of sweat, but it's clear that he doesn't seem to stop to slow down, nor does he tell anyone that he's exhausted. He's doing various odd jobs for the city - from working to restaurants to cleaning to carrying things.

Basically, any sort of menial task? Emiya Shirou's doing it.

In fact, if you are in his line of sight and are in dire need of any assistance, he's here. ]

Hey. Do you need any help with that?

tentative or not, I can still play with you briefly x(

[ex_cashcow493]

[ No.... what she needs help with is trying to take care of this precious manchild who can't stop for a moment to relax. Fortunately she has an entourage of fluffy Pokemon of various evolution stages that can help with that. ]

Ah, just the person I was seeking out for this task. [ Bringing her hands together in a carefree manner, she's definitely a bit more spirited here than she ever was in Fuyuki City. ]

I have been cuddling with these fair creatures for hours now, but they are relentless in their need for attention. Perhaps you could take over for a while so that I could tend to the others?

[peopledieifkilled]

Oh, Saber.

[ The definition of 'relaxing' is definitely not a foreign term to Shirou, but it's something that he doesn't do often, especially since his priorities are somewhat skewed thanks to being sent to another world.

But he still has his dream of becoming a superhero, so it's only obvious that he wishes to help as many people as he can. Saber included. And it's true; he can definitely notice that change in Saber. At the very least, it's not a bad change. ]

... Yeah, I don't mind. You can count on me. [ He gives her a thumbs up in reassurance, but unfortunately for her, he's probably pretty darn fucked, not having dealt with electric types before. ]

[solas_ion]

Huh?

[Guess who's back to his job at the flower shop, carrying a box loaded with bouquets of roses.]]

Nah, think I got this one. But if you wanna grab that box to your left there- [Lancer tilted his head in the direction of a case full of carnations] -it'd make my life a little easier.

[peopledieifkilled]

Alright. This one, right?

[ He gestures quickly before actually doing the heavy lifting. It's not that heavy, though it does take a little more effort to carry it. ]

Where do you want me to put it?

[dressofheaven]

[That voice makes Ilya stop in her tracks. She had just come by to pick up a few new clothes for the girls, just a short stop over at Goldenrod before flying off again, but she definitely hadn't expected to be interrupted by him.

She turns around, staring eye-bogglingly at her "older" brother, jaw dropped, then her expression transforms into childlike glee and she flings herself at him.]

Shirou!

[peopledieifkilled]

I... Ilya.

[ He's definitely taken aback as he finds himself taking one step back; his face full of uncertainty at first before he manages a kind smile befitting of an older brother. ]

It's good to see you again. [ Shirou's pretty sure that it's a good thing, considering the expression she's wearing. She seems rather pleased, and that makes him just as happy. ] You didn't actually happen to need my help with anything, did you?

[ He asks again just in case. He's been away for far too long, so he wants to help as much as he can now. ]

Saburouta Bandou | [K]

[chickshades]

[ If you've decided to head to the Ruins of Alph today, you may hear some angry shouting coming from the main chamber. The noise can be credited to the 20 year old boy standing in front of the initial puzzle wall. Apparently, he can't solve the riddle to even get into the Ruins to being with! ]

AH COME ON!! DAMNIT THAT WAS RIGHT ANSWER!!

[ The Duskull by his side is mimicking him as he pounds angrily on the wall. Why's this guy wanna get into the Ruins so badly anyway? ]

[fourleafcleaver]

...

Guess not.

[Clover didn't decide to head to the Ruins of Alph so much as she just kind of ended up here. That's what aimless wandering'll get you. She stands in the doorway with an eyebrow raised. Standing behind her legs, her Snubbull whines and whimpers, apparently by all the angry noise that's attracted her trainer's curiosity.]

What is this, one of those sliding puzzles? [She comes over to take a look. After a moment of distressed woofing, Snubbull decides to follow.]

1/2

[chickshades]

What?! No, it was totally right!

Tsk

[ Bandou kicks the wall, to which his Duskull flips around in the air before headbutting it. ]

2/2

[chickshades]

[ Wait...sliding puzzle? oh. He blinks, a bit dumbfounded (though you wouldn't be able to tell behind those big sunglasses he's wearing.) He hadn't been trying to push them like buttons that wouldn't press, really. ]

Oh. Yeah I knew that. And I was just about to solve the thing, too! Good thing you came along when you did!

[rosing]

[ ...Saburouta, please.

But while he's trying his best to get inside the ruins, Anna is just over here, seated on a rock, sipping from a strawberry juice packet while her gothita helpfully stares in his direction too.





Slurp. And she's out of juice. ]

Anna! akjsdgalskg all the flailing

[chickshades]

UGHHH!! Come on, lemme in!

[ Ok, kicking the wall didn't work either so Bandou just goes and plops down on the ground next to Anna, aggravated and sulky. ]

Damnit...

[ Suddenly, an idea! Bandou perks up and grins at Anna. ]

Hey Anna! You and your Gothita are psychic, right? You could totally help me out with this!

Clover Field | 999

[fourleafcleaver]

[Okay, so she's tried to spend the past couple of days convincing herself she isn't lost, but let's be real here: Clover is completely lost. Trying to get through Dark Cave on her own was definitely not one of her better ideas.

So anyone passing through the middle of the cave is likely to find Clover, sitting with her back against a rock and grumbling. In one hand she has a flashlight pointed at the map she has propped up against her backpack in front of her. In the other, she has a granola bar, and she keeps taking big bites of it and chewing on it with fierce, angry conviction, like she's taking out her frustration on the snack. Yeah, that'll help; good job, Clover.

Her Snubbull is curled up into a ball next to her, whining. The sound of her whining echoing against the cave only distresses her further, so she whines some more.]

Sshhh, Lady, shhhhh. Yeah, I know, being lost sucks. Ugh, this thing is useless! [Spoilers: the map is sideways and also of Mt. Mortar.]

Re: Clover Field | 999

[dayofreckoning]

[The smell precedes them, thin and acrid; it clings like ozone after a rain. An old woman, her ragged dress hiked up past her knee, limps around a boulder. She is barefoot, and the gravel clings: with every step she hisses in pain. Beside her, spreading and flickering on every updraft, floats her Gastly.]
[Her eyes narrow, and her face slackens into a grandmotherly smile.]
Well, dearie.
[She drops to one knee, elbowing Gastly aside, and peers at the map.]
Let's see if we can give you a little help with that, mm?

[fourleafcleaver]

[Lady figures out that someone's coming well before Clover does; her whining gets louder, even as Clover finishes her snack and pats her head. It's the voice that finally catches Clover's attention and she jumps--then settles when she gets a glance at who's there.]

Oh, sure... [She pulls Lady, whose attempt to scowl at the Gastly is ruined by the way she shakes, into her lap, then passes the woman her map. With the flashlight turned towards her, Clover can see how disheveled she is. It makes her frown, concerned.] Did you get lost, too?

Eliot Spencer | Leverage

[hitsitoff]

[Most people would try to avoid going through the Ice Path if they didn't have to. Eliot is not most people. Not that he enjoyed the trip, far from it. But hell, he's been through much worse than this with not nearly as many supplies. So while he's tired and, of course, cold when he reaches the exit, he's otherwise holding up fine.

The same could not be said for the Mankey following him.]

Oh for- I told you to stay in the ball, didn't I? Didn't I?

[The Mankey keeps shivering and is clearly not too happy about what he's just been through, but is trying to keep up a brave face. Yeah, he's clearly trying to look impressive, but a grifter this 'mon is not.]

Damn it, next time you're staying in there whether you want to or not!

[And then it dawns on Eliot exactly what he's doing. Annoyed, he closes his eyes and tries to resist the urge to facepalm. What is his life.]

...And I'm arguing with a monkey.

Shoulda just let you get frostbite.

[nostabbing]

[There are some things that are universal in this world. Nate Ford being a Machiavellian bastard. Jim Sterling having a supremely punchable face. Alec Hardison staying up all night on account of a new World of Warcraft release.

And, occasionally, there are some things that are universal no matter what world you're in, and one of those things is:

No matter where you are, you may in fact be in danger of Parker popping up like a ninja behind you.]

That's actually a Man-key. Not monkey. I mean it's a monkey too but they call it a Mankey.

[...]

Hi, Eliot.

[DAMMIT PARKER YOU NEED TO WARN PEOPLE BEFORE YOU DO THINGS LIKE THAT.]

[hitsitoff]

[Parker's one of the few people who even can sneak up on Eliot like that and yeah, it startles him. He actually jumps a little. And the Mankey also, but that's not nearly as difficult a task, let's be real here.]

Wh- Damn it, Parker! [Yeah, was he gonna respond any other way, really?] Don't do that! It's not- [And now he turns his attention to the Mankey, who's currently laughing while still shivering. Eliot gives him a Look with a capital L.] It's not funny.

[No, it kind of is, Eliot.]

Simon Henriksson | Cry of Fear

[book_ends]

<sub>[This is not a typical dream or hallucination, it was far too bright and cheery for that. Although that 'Mom'-figure sure filled the creepy quota all on her own, she hadn't suddenly and violently transformed herself and the environment into something horrific and potentially blood soaked, so that was a good thing, hopefully. She had just thrust a bag in his hands and shoved him out the door, where he had cautiously searched through the bag, ready for anything and all that could jump out at him, but all he found out of the ordinary was... a pokeball?]

[Well, this was new.]

[He was a fan of video games sure, but Pokémon? Really?]

[In a bright white flash the capsule opens and releseas a small, child-like shape on the ground and it has Simon jumping up on his feet, scrambling for the switchblade in his pocket.]

[It takes him a moment to calm down, keeping his knife steadily pointed at the little Ralts standing a few feet away. It's making half-hearted attempts to walk closer to him, but each time he jumps back, keeping the distance between them.]</sub>

No. Go away. Don't touch me. I'm not supposed to talk to you. Or touch you. Go away, shoo.

_{(ooc: what do you mean late, never late)}

[walkersystem]

<sub>[You know what normal kids do in the pokémon world? They do not threaten their pokémon with knives. They do in fact play with their pokémon.]

[Throwing snowballs for her Sentret to chase, Molly's laughing and praising him while her Natu chirps nearby, too little to use her wings to fly and really join in the game. But that stuff doesn't matter so long as everyone is having fun.]

[Which she is, until the door opens to that house she doesn't like at all. She looks up in time to see someone get out of there and to see him release his starter, but then he starts acting weird, so she beckons her Sentret and picks up her bird and goes closer to see what's going on and if he needs help.]

[She'd needed a lot of help, when she first got there.]

[The glint of the knife makes her freeze completely though, and there's a gasp and something like a whimper when she hugs her bird closer and takes a step back.]</sub>

[book_ends]

<sub>[It's a pokémon, he tells himself. It came out of a Pokéball, so it's a pokémon, it's not dangerous and not an actual kid. Still he continues his attempt to shoo the impressively stubborn Ralts away without actually stabbing it. His knife is worn and dull after so much use that he'd have to be really determined to hurt actually hurt someone with it, but it was still a knife.]

[He seems oblivious to the people around him - none of them has taken any interest in him yet either. That is, until the worrying whimper nearby has him turn his head alarmingly fast, whipping his knife-wielding arm over to that direction. Nice to know his reflexes are still in working condition.]</sub>

Who are you? _{[He's all tense muscles and shifty-eyes, keeping his attention on both the kid and the pokémon.]}