001- Video from Cherrygrove inn

[likerabbits]

[Well, Tulane's up to no good again. Bunny and Tooth have been buzzing around Cherrygrove trying to get used to this... human thing. Especially financially-- Bunny's been writing up numbers everywhere. Science had been his thing long ago and he certainly was no stranger to mathematics but hell if it didn't concern him a little; being human is taxing and he definitely prefers guarding them instead.

Tulane, however, is not being the most cooperative smeargle in the city. He's stolen Bun's pokégear again, and for a few seconds the feed is just a smeargle's mischievous face as he carts about the inn's room.

Until, of course, Bunny snatches him up, carries him upside-down under his arm, and looks into the video feed.]

Quick question.

[Shooting Tulane a look, Bunny decides to ignore the fact Tulane's sticking-out-tongue is definitely being aimed his way. Rude, Tulane.]

They all like this, or is there some sorta clue t' what these buggers are like?


[anyone at this inn right now is welcome to arrange to talk somewhere outside it or something /o/]

Comments

[yoctogram]

Testing boundaries, yoctogram.

[Sho said in a matter of fact tone]

You don't seem comfortable in your skin, let alone with the Pokemon. Mine did that while I was initially adjusting to the whole human...

[he waved a hand around, black as his coat]

thing.

[likerabbits]

...They can sense that, 'ah?

[He looks over his shoulder at Tulane for juuust a moment. Huh.]

I wasn't anything near human.

[yoctogram]

Might sense it. Might just realise you're uncomfortable. Don't know.

[There was a thoughtful look]

Evidence suggests that I was human, all the other Reapers were, I just don't remember.

[likerabbits]

...Reaper?

[Like... a reaper reaper?]

[yoctogram]

Reaper.

[Firmly.]

One who participates as an antagonist or Game Master in Reaper's Game, Erasing players to live.

I was very, very good at it. Youngest GM in Shibuya's history.

[likerabbits]

...Reaper.

[Doesn't sound like any reapers he's familiar with. Or good company. Bunny does his best not to look suspicious.]

That right.

[yoctogram]

I don't remember what I was thinking when I took the job.

[Sho said in a faintly grumpy tone]

Recent events suggest that I might have had a concussion, or been on drugs.

[likerabbits]

[You're the king of first impressions, aren't you, Sho.]

Sounds like hell. Not much if ya don't remember, though.

[yoctogram]

[Crowned and everything! If you count his hat as a crown.]

[He gave Bunny a rather complex look; with disgust, sorrow, and confusion all built into it.]

Hell is not remembering and knowing you used to know.

[likerabbits]

[Bunny supposes Sho has a point- though he isn't sure he agrees. Remembering is something he's only recently considered influential; it didn't matter much before. Memories were memores, like dat, and feelings were human folly.

And even if Toothiana had her powers here, she'd not be able to help Sho without Sho's baby teeth. Bunny doesn't even mention it.

Bunny's sympathy, however, is at least clear-- he's a softie.]

I'll take your word on it, mate.

[yoctogram]

[There's a quicksilver fast grin that slips from something smarter than he gives a general impression of being back to his usual check out my entire set of teeth one.]

For the best.

Finding things for your team to do together will help them optimize themselves. Things in this world seem to like one-on-one or two-on-two battles, however you can teach your team to work as a group instead of as individuals.

[Rules? Why should he follow those?]

[likerabbits]

Right. Team, pack, got it.

[Sort of, anyway.

Bunny can't help but let his nose twitch a bit-- rabbit habits-- as he goes back to sizing this guy up. Mixed signals everywhere just rings all the crazy bells.]

[yoctogram]

[There were plenty of those mixed signals. He dressed like a thug, yet talked like a drunken calculator. His yellowish eyes were fever-bright with madness, yet his suggestions regarding Pokemon training were actually pretty pretty helpful.]

Good luck, hectopascal.