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Week 1.
WEEK 1. As Cynthia had promised, the sun does indeed rise the next morning. Whether you slept or not (and sleeping inside the Pokémon Center you were in before seems totally fine by the attendant), it seems Cynthia kept her word; she left sometime shortly before sunrise, and you haven't been bothered by Team Galactic and those that work for it in the interim. It isn't advisable to return to the headquarters building, however. At least not for the time being. However, a new day does dawn, and with it comes the knowledge that you're in an unfamiliar city, completely on your own. There are several things to be done before you can leave: gathering supplies and provisions, finding maps, obtaining new clothes... Of course, your new "companions" are still with you, and they don't seem willing to leave your side; they'll follow you dutifully, but they still seem...wrong, horribly so, and it doesn't seem to be wearing off. Maybe if you work with them a little...? Try to talk to them, train them, teach them to do things... Who knows? It might do them some good. POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week one of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget that a write-up is due this weekend! Feel free to investigate the city as you see fit this week; we ask only that you try to stagger investigations and be mindful of what's already been checked. If you wish to investigate, notify the mods in your comment subject for your top-level and we'll get on it as soon as possible!] |
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This is hilarious, holy shit.]
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And it!! ... Well, the thing does float closer to her as it is prompted to, and then after examining the kibble shit and with some resigned look in it's eye, it leans in and... seems to suck the kibble into either its eye or that little black spot next to it. Either way, it sucks in and vanishes quickly.
... Err ]
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[Michael claps a hand over his mouth as he lets out a delighted squeal that doesn't seem like it should be able to come out of someone who looks like him.]
It ate it!
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[ That squeal is infectious. She can't help but be delighted too, albeit surprised. ]
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May I? [Scooping out another handful of Pokefood, he nods at the Beldum.]
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[ Which it... is? sort of? It does float closer, still sort of line-eyed but ... it does suck up one or two of them. ]
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[fun]
You say you have technology that runs like this?
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[ Which his cool. ]
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[Purrloin has either finished her meal or simply lost interest in it; she sits back and curls her tail loosely around her body, staring blankly in Michael's general direction.]
Is that it?
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[ Also sorry cat. That said, Zelda is going to be taking the Beldum closer to her as she takes up a seat on the floor here with Michael. ]
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[He glances between Beldum and Purrloin for a moment as Zelda joins them, but the cat is predictably uninterested in the other Pokemon.]
Her name's Janet. They're all called Janet.
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That's... awe-inspiring.
[ That feels like too little. ]
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She's probably the most advanced Janet in existence! They compile and build upon what they've learned every time they're rebooted, which...has happened to her a lot.
[He grins, both because he likes this topic and to gloss over that use of passive voice.]
Once she picked up my old boss by the throat and threw him into a wall. Cracked it and everything!
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[ Rebooted... ]
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[Geez, harsh his buzz why don’t you]
But he was planning on torturing me. Sometimes - [He spreads his hands gracefully.] - you just gotta choke somebody.
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No, that makes more sense now. I - I am sorry to hear that your previous boss was so vile.
[ Because what the fuck. ]
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[He cocks his head slightly, as if unaccustomed to expressions of...sympathy? Concern?]
Yeah, he was a jerk. But with any luck, I'll never see him again!
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[He busies himself with picking up after Purrloin as he talks, putting the uneaten food away for later. She just sort of sits there; he doesn't seem sure how to interact with her, without a set task like feeding her.]
See, I was supposed to be torturing these four humans, but instead I ended up faking all my reports and helping them escape. He'd have been well within his rights to kill me, he just didn't want the public spectacle.
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[ She looks really, genuinely, angry at this. her green eyes narrow on him, not at him though at the ... people? society? that boss? What... the hell?? ]
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[He frowns at her thoughtfully, then leans forward to rest his elbow on his knee, propping his chin up in his hands.]
What do your people believe happens after you die, Zelda?
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If that soul has no business which ties them to the world, then they pass in a peaceful, eternal rest. [ ... ] Others, who are needed, may join the spirits of the past, or sit alongside the goddesses. Others might become poes or "live on" to see their tasks completed. But ideally... they may rest.
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[I'm sorry for all this info dumping in this thread charles?]
Where I'm from, every action a human takes in their life has a positive or negative point value, based on whether it's "good" or "bad". When they die, that's all tallied up, and people whose total is high enough get to spend the rest of eternity in paradise. We call it "The Good Place".
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All the humans who don't make that cut get sent to the Bad Place to be tortured by demons - [He gestures towards himself.] - for their sins. "Sins", in this case, being anything from murder to just regular everyday selfishness. It's very difficult to get into the Good Place, most people end up with us.
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... WhaT. ]
You are...
[ she falters a moment, her eyes going wide as saucers for a moment until she focuses again and pulls her hands closer about herself, in front of her chest like in prayer, holding them together ]
You are a demon?
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I am, yes.
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