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Comments

[shuttermouse]

[ Guess who's shoving parfait in her mouth in a completely unladylike manner. ]

Ah, I've missed this... Parfait tastes better when you're paying for it.

[preybeforemeals]

I'm sure you could have asked Kanae.

[It's probably not what she's getting at and he knows it; it's just easier to disregard that part of it for now.]

[shuttermouse]

Nope. He doesn't like me.

[preybeforemeals]

And if he had any semblance of sense, he wouldn't let that stop him, now, would he?

[shuttermouse]

No, but he's been pretty crabby lately. It's no fun. [ And by crabby she probably means completely melodramatic. ]

[preybeforemeals]

My, it sounds like you've been positively suffering lately - a true tragedy, to be sure.

Ah, but not to worry, little mouse, you've got me around now.

[shuttermouse]

You'll keep me entertained, right, Tsukiyama-kun?

[preybeforemeals]

Don't I always?

[chickshades]

No...

[ Ugh, he'd take getting beat up by his comrades back home over that fall any day. Ow. Bandou winces as his pushes himself up to sitting, and it's only then that he notices the giant crack along the lens of his sunglasses. ]

Ah damnit!

[ His Duskull catches the cracked bit that falls from the frame. ]

...you okay?

[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!

[fourleafcleaver]

[The no concerns her enough that she decides she ought to quit lounging around on the ground and go make sure he isn't dying—and nope, he's getting up, so she'd better roll over and sit up, too. Once she has, Lady immediately clambers into her lap.]

I think... No breaks, no blood. [She's not quite up to standing, but she does stretch and make sure all her limbs are still working. They are, but ow indeed.]

...How are we supposed to get out of here?

[chickshades]

[ Bandou stands up, shakily and tilts his head up to look where they fell from. It's sealed up and his duskull is hovering around the ceiling, patting at it with its cloth like arms. The noises it's making sound far from happy. ]

Ugh. I don't know. This is stupid!

[ He walks over and offers a hand to help Clover up. ]

Could have at least put a cushion down here.

[dressofheaven]

Booooring. Fine, though, no kidnapping, just come along with me. You'll have to get used to flying around here anyway.

[And before he can ask how she intends to fly them anywhere, she tosses out a ball, a rock-pterodactyl popping up and greeting her with a sharp cry. She pats its head gently.]

Meet Harpy. She'll be taking us back to where I left the others.

[peopledieifkilled]

It's not fun to kidnap someone, you know.

[ He says this in the most honest way he can, even if he's slightly miffed. But when he sees the big. Pterodactyl... thing... he kind of takes a step back, surprised. ]

Hello, Harpy. I'm Emiya. Emiya Shirou.

[ That's how he greets Pokemon, deal with it. ]

[fourleafcleaver]

[She shifts Lady into one arm so she's free to take the offered hand and unsteadily come to her feet.] Ow. Thanks.

[With a huff, she glares up at the closed-off ceiling.] People who make trapdoors probably don't worry a lot about comfort. Ugh, if a puzzle got us down here, it'd make sense for there to be a puzzle to get us out of here, right? [This isn't even the first time she's had to puzzle-solve her way out of an enclosed space? It happens pretty frequently, actually. She sighs and takes a step back so she can properly survey the space in front of her.]

hi San-chan...!!

[rosing]

[ Well... Her powers are non-existent here, and the puzzle's brown and not really red but gothita's... She turns her head towards her pokemon, who finally stops staring at the wall to look back at her. In her head Anna asks a silent question before watching as gothita turns back towards the wall and a few pieces glow with telepathic light. ]

Those are wrong.

[chickshades]

Yeah I guess...

[ Gotta admit, he's kinda bummed when Clover lets go of his hand. But hey, at least there's a cute girl here at all! Could have been stuck down here by himself, or with some other guy.

He grins to himself, totally distracted. At least until his Duskull comes floating down, waving it's arms in front of his face to get his attention. ...Why did he want in the ruins so bad again? Oh yea! ]

Aren't there Pokémon we can only catch down here, though.

[fourleafcleaver]

Huh? Oh, probably, I guess. [She looks up from the spot on the floor that's caught her attention—wow, those sure are a whole lot of symbol picture things she doesn't understand at all; awesome—and shrugs.] Is that what you were trying to get down here for?

hi Anna-chan~!

[chickshades]

[ Yeah, Bandou keeps forgetting all their powers got zapped away. Especially since his tummy tattoo is still right where it's always been. So when the wall starts to glow, he figures it must be partially Anna's doing anyway. ]

Yeah well... I knew that!

[ He gets back up and starts fiddling with the glowing pieces. ]

[chickshades]

Yeah! I heard this is the only place you can catch a Sprit...

Uh, I mean, a um... a Yamask! Yeah, that one.

[ He totally didn't want a Spritzee. Nope, no cute, fluffy, pink fairy types for him... ]

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.]}

[walkersystem]

_{[Molly's frozen in fear, staring at him with wide eyes and her mouth tightly closed to not make any more sound, but it seems like that damage was done anyway. The bird she's holding is threatened too when she feels her owner shrinking back, but the Sentret stands in front of her, trying to make himself seem bigger than he really is.]}

I'll go, I'm- <sub>please don't hurt me.

[It starts in something like a whine and ends in a whisper. He would hurt her, if he's holding a knife out to her. She believes that and it terrifies her.]</sub>