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The information he had been given was hazy at best. He did, however, manage to put on the necklace and make his way outside the bay with the envelope of money in one hand and the phone device in the other. Standing just outside the bay the shaggy haired sweeper with “XIII” tattood just under his left collar bone slowly held the device up and pushed the button.

“So hungry…” There was a slight pause before he simply tipped over face first into the ground with a loud thump. The sound of his stomach rumbling immediately followed before the audio cut out.

[feel free to poke him, prod him, trip over him or feed him, if no one claims the feeding part him I’ll have an NPC do it. Action and Audio replies are both welcome]

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Killua is wandering by eating ice cream when he sees the body on the sidewalk. He stopped and nudged the body with his foot. The body didn't move. So he crouched down and shoved him over with a hand, and the phone clattered onto the sidewalk along with the welcome bag.

Which Killua focused on with wicked intent. He licked his ice cream and picked up the envelope and snickered. "Finders keepers buddy. Better luck next time." Gon wasn't around to make him behave and Killua's moral compass was broken so he straightened up and pocketed the money, letting it get hidden away.

Then he kicked him solidly in the shoulder. "Hey you, wake up. You're in the way." He licked his ice cream again and waited for a response.

Betelgeuse looked at the man sprawled on the ground, head tilted in confusion. Another one, huh? He hoped this time there wasn't going to be any damned platypus.

"Yo!" he called out, gently nudging the guy's shoulder with the toe of his boot. "What's with you people napping on public streets? You need to go to bed! I mean, hell, you can always steal one. Wake up, fella!"

There is complete silence at least for a moment but thanks to the fact that Killua turned him over the smell of a waffle cone eventually wafted down to where Train was laying. His stomach let out another long growl and his newly emptied hand reached out to grasp at Killua's leg.

"Unnng fooood."

No platypus here, just a guy passed out from hunger. What's with the people around here using their feet, did they have something against poking him with a finger?

Train replied by lifting his head slightly in order to rest his chin on the ground and let his stomach do the talking for him. And it replied in caps locks.

"I'm not food." Killua said dryly. "And you can't have mine."

Betelgeuse took a step back, cackling at the sound of the guy's stomach.

"Okay, food first, then nap," Betelgeuse advised. Hoping to at least get a good story out of all this, he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the candy bars he used to attract insects for his meals. He dropped it in front of the guy. "There ya go, pal. It's yours, if you can wake up long enough to do something with it."

An are went up to lay across his forehead giving him a tired side eye. "Stingy."

His nose twitched a little when he heard something hit the ground in front of him and he opened his eyes to see the gift that had been bestowed upon him. Trains arms reached up and he took hold of it ripping it open and then shoving the whole thing into his mouth at once before masticating it for what seemed like a very long time from his awkward position.

Betelgeuse settled next to him, smirking. "There ya go. Your recommended daily allowance of fat, high fructose corn syrup, and peanuts. I prefer beetles, m'self, but what the hell. A bit of sugar does ya a world of good."

He finally swallowed and worked on sitting himself upright. "Hey, thanks man I was seriously starving. I thought I might die for a minute there!" His laugh didn't make it sound like that however. "Woah, what's with all the.." he motioned to his own general face area upon seeing the man's face and clothing "are you shooting a movie?"

"Sure, no problem," Betelgeuse said. He chuckled at the other man's question. "Nah, I'm no actor, not that I don't have the looks for it! I'm a poltergeist...a ghost!"

Train stares at him quizzically for a moment before reaching out and poking him lightly because you know... you never know. To be fair he's seen his share of weird things recently.

Betelgeuse reached out and poked the prone man lightly between his eyes. "I know I'm irresistible, but how about we look and not touch for right now. What's your story, pal? Why're you all sprawled out on the ground and hungry?"

Yep, it's my ice cream. Maybe you should get a job.

"Already have one, have you seen a guy around here in a suit and an eye patch?" His stomach groaned again.

"Well then you don't need to take kid's ice cream." He lifts his chin and looks smug before considering the question.

"Uh... I think I'd remember a pirate wandering around. Nope, haven't seen one."

Train absently batted the hand away with a laugh. "Huh? No story really, I work as a sweeper so the job isn't exactly stable and sometimes there's property damage that has to be paid for, so some days you just gotta go without, you know? What's your story Mr. Poltergeist?"

"Pppffffttt, pirate! Hahahaha that's a good one, I'm gonna use that one for sure next time I see him!"

Killua looked at Train as though he thought he might be a little crazy. He seemed to have recovered enough to laugh at least. "Yeah well, that's what he gets for wearing an eyepatch. You sure he doesn't secretly wanna be one?"

Train was completely oblivious to the look that Killua gave him. "I've never asked. Anyway, other than the eye patch he looks perfectly normal," Train sighed and sat up. "Aw man, I guess I'll have to nab a small fry or something in the mean time. Is there a Sweeper cafe around here somewhere?"

For the first time he took a close look at his surroundings and looked quite puzzled. "What town is this anyway?"

"You could probably get a broom at a hardware store." There's probably one of those around. "Are you going to sweep the cafe to get money?"

He glances around and shrugs. "Genesis or something."

"Three things, kid. One, what the hell's the point in having a job that doesn't pay enough to buy food? Two, what THE ACTUAL HELL IS THE POINT OF A JOB WHERE YOU PAY MONEY, INSTEAD OF EARN IT?? Three, it's just BJ, not mister."

Betelgeuse thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"Not much, I guess. I died a little over six hundred years ago and became a very successful bio-exorcist. Then, I ended up here. Yeah, and some god chick promised to unbind my name, but then she disappeared and nothing has happened. Kinda bummed about that, know what I mean?"

Train looked puzzled for a second and then laughed, "what, you never heard of a Sweeper before? Bounty hunter, it's a bounty hunter. I just need collect on a small one like a pickpocket or a dine-and-dasher to hold me over until I run into my partners. Hmm, I've never heard of Genesis before..."

Train plugged an ear when he started yelling to protect his precious eardrums. "But it's the job that I chose. I do what I want when I want to. Sometimes I strike out other times it can be quite lucrative. In my line of work you travel a lot and meet a lot of interesting people. It's a fitting life for a stray like me." He looked genuinely happy about it.

It would be a lie to say that Train followed what "BJ" said about himself but he knew what it was like to be bound so something. "Maybe a little," he replied thoughtfully.

"I call em Hunters where I'm from buddy, Sweepers clean the streets." He watched Train laugh deciding he'd recovered enough. "I was going to be a Bounty Hunter when I passed the Hunter exam." Of course everything had gotten a little ... busy after that.

Pickpocket huh? "Do they pay for that stuff here?" He nudged the pamphlet for Train with a toe. "There's a thing written up about it." Not that he's actually read it yet.

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