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[A woman with wild black hair appears on the screen, wearing a crooked smile. She tosses a Pokeball lightly in the palm of her gloved hand, her other hand resting on a jutted hip. You likely haven't seen her before. Especially if you're Jubei HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!]

So these Pokémon like to battle, do they?

[Toss toss.]

Let's find out. Who's up for a real challenge?

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Teh!

[And she's back to frowning.]

So you claim, but I don't have any proof. You want to get paid creatively, show me how much you're really worth.

Just like that, Betelgeuse is calm again, shrugging.

"Sure, babes, of course. You said something about a ship. You find one to your liking and I'll nick it for you."

[She sits back in her leather chair with a faint creak as she taps her lip thoughtfully.]

I'm accustomed to the kind that sails on water. However. Here, I've noticed some ships that sail in the air. Get me one of those, and consider me impressed.

Betelgeuse grinned, shrugging. "Sure, babes, not a problem. Might take a few hours though. Gotta find something sweet and it's not fun for me, if I don't get to scare someone."

[A few hours? That's it? Having her own ship so soon would be fantastic.]

Sure, sure. Take your time.

"Awesome, babes. Meet me back here at sundown, okay?"

Sure sure. Looking forward to it.

[She doesn't bother asking where 'here' is. She'll just wander around until she sees a ship.]

Betelgeuse shut off the video feed and began floating around town. Finding a ship to steal shouldn't be too difficult, after all. He'd heard that Nova City had some pretty advanced technology, so he went there. He grinned, seeing all the robots and the movie sidewalks. He made a mental note to come back later and possess an intersection and maybe a robot or two.

Then, he saw it. The flying cars were cool, but this wasn't just a flying car. This was a flying limousine. The vehicle screamed money and luxury and Betelgeuse fell more than a bit in love. Well, he'd found the car. He hopped into the driving area and gazed hungrily at the controls. A native came up, but Betelgeuse turned into a snake, hissing at her. Then, he ignored her. The car was way prettier.

Betelgeuse seeped into the car, possessing. He took it joyriding for a few hours, before reluctantly returning to where he had been, in order to hand it over.

[It takes a while for Faetan to find him, because she's not looking for luxury, she's looking for size. It really does matter. When she does finally spot the ghost, her eyes narrow as she examines the car. She doesn't look pleased.]

The hell is this?

[This is not a ship.]

"This is perfection," Betelgeuse tells her, in a dreamy voice. Excuse him, please, he's a bit in love. "Also, its about the only flying vehicle I found in any of the cities. I mean, I found lesser ones. I want to Nova City. Found out they don't have space ships there. Kinda thought they would, but oh well. Who needs space trash, when you can have this?"

This is a joke!

[She's beyond pissed.]

This doesn't inspire fear! How am I supposed to conduct any decent raid in a pompous piece of garbage like this?!

[It might make a nice war trophy, but where's the fun in getting one of those if she didn't conquer it first?]

Betelgeuse gave her a very unimpressed look, rolling his eyes.

"You didn't say you wanted me to make you scary. You said you wanted something that flies," he said reasonably, unable to believe she couldn't see how magnificent the vehicle was. "Y'know, what? Fine, Miss Fussy. Ya want scary? I'll give ya scary."

Betelgeuse gave the car one long, last look and a farewell pat, before zapping it with his magic. The car, previously a deep green, turned a glossy black with red chrome highlights. The smooth polished exterior became jagged with sharp edges. A huge grill that looked like interlocking, needle teeth appeared on the front. Weapons bubbled up from the surface in strategic places. The former car grew larger, throwing a menacing shadow. Betelgeuse grinned, proud of himself.

"There ya go, babes...a mean machine, ready to provide you with hours of aggression."

I deliberately said I wanted to inspire fear! There's nothing fearful about luxury garbage!

[Then he changes it, and Faetan is ~~impressed~~ mollified. She works her jaw silently, temper still flared, but it's fading. As a personal chariot of sorts, it's not bad. But it's still not a ship.]

That is...better. But I still need something large enough for a crew of marauders.

[Once she recruits them, anyway.]

"Oh, ya think? You ever seen a bunch of peasants bow their heads and back up, when a carriage went by? Trust me, luxury means power means fear!" Betelgeuse argued.

He shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"No way, lady. Only the first one is free. You want something bigger? You find it and I'll steal it for you...for a price."

[Faetan narrows her eyes and takes a step back, measuring the ghost shrewdly.]

No deal.

[She folds her arms.]

I made a request, and a fairly simple one. You ignored it, and expect me to hold up my end of the bargain even though I wasn't provided with what I wanted. If I'm going to work with someone, they need to follow what I say to the letter, not second guess my orders. Damn if I don't love a little chaos, but you're a random variable, and I can't afford that in a partnership.

"Nah, babes, I didn't ignore ya. You asked for a ship; I brought you one. You asked for scary and I made it scary. It's not my fault you weren't very specific. You never said anything about needing it to hold Marauders," Betelgeuse corrected her. He frowned then, his expression becoming firm and stern. "As for following orders to the letter, HA! If you think I'm gonna be some meek, little boot licker, you're out of your pretty little mind. I'll work with you, not for you. The whole point of this exercise was to show off my talents and I think I did that just fine."

What, you're going to deliberately find loopholes in every request I make, and then say it's my fault?

[She spits on the ground.]

To hell with that! I'm not a moron, that's a car, not a ship! Were you expecting some primitive screwhead to think they're the same?!

[Now she's downright pissed.]

"That's the plan," Betelgeuse said, shrugging. "Hell, babes, I know that, but ya asked for something that flies! Ship, car, whatever, this is what people have around here! They serve pretty much the same purpose and I can use my juice to tweak things for you. Truth is, though, babes, we come here with pretty much nothing. You might just have to settle, because THERE ARE NO SHIPS HERE. SO, you find a ship in this dump and I'll steal it for you."

I asked for a ship! Don't be an idiot, I know you're smarter than that.

[He dares raise his voice to her? Faetan's eyes narrow.]

Forget it. To hell with you, you're worthless to me!

[Just like every other insufferable being in this doubly insufferable realm! She stalks off, shoulders rounded and fists clenched. She'll steal her own damn ship, at least then she'll get what she actually wants.]

"Of course I'm smart, but I can't steal what no one has!" Betelgeuse huffed, exasperated. "Lady, I ain't the worthless one around here! Go on, then. If you don't recognize talent, THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM. YOU WON'T FIND BETTER HERE OR ANYWHERE ELSE," he called after her, annoyed.

Betelgeuse glared, offended at being so wrongly dismissed, but the feeling passed rather quickly. He was used to be under-valued. The high muckity-mucks of the afterlife did it constantly, after all. Ah, well. On the other hand, she'd left the car behind! Betelgeuse grinned, removing his magic from it and restoring it to it's original state of luxury.

"Who the hell needs her, when I have you?"

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