Who: Lioriley and you sicknasty pokemon trainers
What: it's pokemon time
When: JULY just. all of it.
Where: All of the wheres

JULY 1ST
( Lioriley has no idea what a Pokemon is, but that sure doesn't stop her from venturing to find out. At the lab she's seen looking over the starters, her eyes wide and her expression a mix of intrigue and absolute awe at the sight of them all. It seems to be increasingly difficult for her to find one that suits her - but when she does, it's the sweet little Oshawott that ends up cradled in her arms.

After she has chosen and taken her pokeballs, she spins on her heel and heads for the door. Just outside of the lab she stands, the Oshawott in the crook of her arm as she frantically tries to scribble something down in a notebook. Whenever anyone approaches she smiles, and when they come back out she seems eager to see what they have come out with, if anything. )

Oh, did you have as much trouble deciding as I had? I wanted to take them all with me... ( Rip. )


( Later she can be seen around Fayren, still taking notes every so often when she comes across a new Pokemon. At one point she's crouching down, chin in her palms and elbows on her knees as two small Pokemon stand in front of her. Her Oshawott, and now a Ralts, listening to her as she speaks to them. The conversation is, admittedly, one sided as she questions them. )

Do you have names?

( A reply in the form of, you know, pokemon names and curious cocks of their heads. Lioriley scrunches her nose up. )

No, no, other names like - Like my name is Lioriley. Um. Hm. ( HOW do you explain this. ) Nicknames? Something unique. ( It's the Oshawott that chirps a reply, patting its flipper on Lioriley's arm and grinning as it nods its head. You do you, new mom. She smiles and continues chatting at them. It's real dumb. )


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[The video shows Eijiro sitting inside of one of the comfortably sized apartments in the Haunted Mansion in Everglade. He's confused, visibly shaken up, but he's got a forced smile on his face pretty quickly. He's a man, and men aren't afraid of ghosts! But goodness, the handprint on the wall behind him is blood and he knows it. And the light from the old lamp keeps flickering on and off, and he's had the ghost landlord show up behind him twice already today. So the lack of privacy alone is enough to have him a little unsettled.]

So let's get to know each other. I'm Kirishima, and I'm new to-[His voice cuts off, as a couple of candles float past him. This is out of control. He opens his mouth to speak again, and this time the lights go out entirely, leaving him in the dark with the candles floating around him as the main light source.] This is just like a horror movie... Hey! Anyone out there, do you know how to fight a ghost? 'Cause my front door disappeared, and I think this is going to head into a boss battle.

[Vaggie's number gets a ping with this post. Itherael looks tense, keeping a firm hold on the Scroll of Fate. The camera picks up most of their body and wings - their device is floating a little ways before them.]

Greetings. I come with a message of truce.

[In other words, please don't hang up immediately like Papyrus warned you might.]

I am the archangel Itherael. Our mutual acquaintance, Papyrus, made mention of you, and vice versa. It is my understanding that you reacted to this with apprehension. I did as well.

Though there may be differences between our realms, it seems that neither of us have had good relation with the each other's races in the past. The angels and demons of my world have been at war for millennia. However, when I arrived here, it was made clear that grievances are to be set aside for the betterment of Genessia. This is the intention of my message: to arrange for us to meet and put into words an agreement of peace and non-aggression. We will swear not to act against the other, so long as there are no actions or schemes that would break the agreement.

...This is not easy for me. I imagine it will not be for you either. Papyrus has volunteered for us to use his home as a neutral ground, with his supervision. He will be serving a food called "spaghetti", though I do not eat, myself.

I hope to hear from you to make the necessary arrangements. It would be very, as Papyrus would say, "cool" of you. Oh, and for both of us, might I enquire as to your name?

[The emphasis on "hope" is a little subconscious; it's the main thing fueling them here. Itherael nods.] Farewell.

[ What plays at first appears to be rather contradictory - Maratris certainly looks like the high-fantasy setting type, but from her body language, she seems like she handles the phone with the skill of someone who was quite used to them. She does, however, look a bit uncomfortable about the use of the video, not keeping eye contact with the camera for long.

She appears to be walking, though it's slow and aimless. ]

While I knew travel between worlds was possible, I didn't expect to be doing it anytime soon, or ever, really. The experience will certainly be interesting, though my excitement is certainly tempered by the context.

I also can't say I'm exactly in a rush to find a new job, and at first I had my doubts I might do much here, but the hologram's talk of monsters and bounty hunters has my attention. I'm not necessarily proud of it, but I do hold my own reasonably well and have experience in work similar to bounty hunting. I would not be opposed to other sorts of jobs, but, ah. They would need to be willing to work with someone completely new to that line of work.

[ There's a pause, and she clears her throat while looking a bit sheepish. ]

My apologies, I went into all that and did not introduce myself. My name is Maratris. ...formerly of The Righter's Guild, I suppose. There's no 'W' in that, by the by.