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Silversmith quickly set the mareanie on the table, and got a knife, cutting board, and said vegetables, and put them on the counter in the kitchen.
Silversmith: "I'll try to get the fire going. We like to heat our food with fire. Cause it's awesome, and traditional. A fire type would be convenient, but—Oh! Could I borrow Scorch for a bit?"
Armando, to Ophidia: <As have I. We've spent quite the amount of time in the library.>
Cortez: <I haven't! I played outside and had fun!>
Armando: <Yes, I like to think of us as the brains and brawn.>
Silversmith, from kitchen: "Cortez, grab the extra table!"
Armando: <So, what type of books are you a fan of? Mystery novel? Horror? Philosophy? ...Romance?>
Aqua: <Could you teach me to read?>
Armando: <...I could try.>
Shadow: Alright Mischief! You know what to do!
Mischief perfectly sliced the veggies, which landed right back on the cutting board.
Shadow: Now, Scorch! Ember!
Scorch used Ember to start a fire.
Shadow: Guess I can also cross lighters off the gear I use! And who even needs knives when you have a sharp-clawed Pokemon on hand?
Ophidia tried desperately to figure out what this 'library' thing was.
Ophidia: <I read what I can find. I'm really a bookworm, despite my serpentine body.>
-Vierr stares as Spawny clings to his leg.-
Vierr: Hey. No. That leg's not for you.
-He noncommittally tries to nudge Spawny away.-
-Corrin blinks, and looks at the book in her hands.-
Corrin: Uh... this the one?
-She opens it up.-
-A wild Shaun appeared!-
Edited by SwiftSeraph on Apr 14th 2019 at 12:47:46 PM
-A blue-coated twink stumbles past Shaun at high speed.-
-Closely followed by a blue, Auric arrow that only narrowly misses impaling him.-
Soul Arrow: <Get back here!>
-And a very angry Lucario.-
Shaun: "Why can't I just have one day on the town without some shit happening?"
-He sighs and shakes his head.-
~You could always just pretend you didn't see anything?~
Suprisingly, I don't want to be indirectly responsible for someone's death?
~...fine. How aerodynamic is a Wimpod?~
-Shaun grabs a Dive Ball and chases after the twink and Soul Arrow.-
Shaun: "Hey! Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
-Shaun readies a spectral chain while tossing the Poké Ball, a Wimpod Aqua Jetting straight at the Lucario.-
-speaking of blue-coated twinks-
-the two are staring curiously at each other from over a register, on which Avery has placed a pile of red and black clothing-
Ever: It's been a while since I've seen someone come in here for clothes.
Avery: It's a clothing store.
Avery: What do people come here for?
Avery: ...Do you stock soup?
-Ever tilts their head-
Ever: You know, maybe I should recommend that to the store manager. We'd clean up.
Avery: ...Why would people buy soup at the clothes store?
Avery: So, uh, can I get these or not?
Ever: They've been paid for.
Avery: ...How so?
Ever: In advance.
-they smile again-
Avery: ...Weirdly ominous.
Ever: Isn't it?
Avery: ...I think I'm done with this conversation.
Ever: I think you're not.
-they bag the clothes for Avery-
Avery: Uh, thank you. It's nice seeing you here; I didn't actually know you worked here.
Ever: I have a lot of jobs.
-she takes a hat out of the bag, trying it on-
Ever: Hmm. I'll have to mark that one down as defective.
Avery: <Why am I a Mr. Mime?!>
Ever: Profoundly defective.
Silversmith dumped the sliced vegetables into the pot of boiling water.
Silversmith: "I should probably invest in a fire type. And a pokemon with claws. And... my pokemon don't have much utility, do they?"
Cortez, pushing table: <You never need spores! It's not my fault that I don't have claws!>
Silversmith had an idea.
Armando: <Did you not notice this large flame that is literally constantly running?>
Silversmith: "...Facepalm No, Armando, I completely forgot that you are always on fire. I am going to throw away these matches now."
He did so.
Aqua: <Could I be a utility?>
Silversmith: "Probably not. *flashes back to Haina desert* ...I wonder if water from your attacks is drinkable."
Aqua: <Let's find out!>
Silversmith: "Uhhh, no thanks."
Armando, to Ophidia: <"What you can find"? Books aren't exactly rare. Jackson has stacks of em. And the Nacrene library is the gyarados to Jackson's magikarp! ... Of books.>
Shadow: I'd suggest using that Honedge, but... Well... And by the way, Mischief, believe it or not, is a fastidious little fox.
Mischief churrs as Shadow scritches her behind the ear.
Ophidia finally caved.
Ophidia: <I'll probably sssound dull for asssking, but... Um... What'sss a library?>
Armando: <Oh, you wouldn't... of course! A library is a large institution that loans books to people for free! It is, quite literally, a building full of books. And you can borrow them at no cost! Tell Shadow to take you to one sometime, it's quite the experience.>
Suddenly, Silversmith's father opened the door. He was holding some grocery bags.
Silversmith Sr.: "I'm back! Hi, Jackson!"
Silversmith shot his father a look and gestured to Shadow.
Silversmith Sr.: "Oh, uh, hi, son! And Shadow! How kind of you to drop in."
Silversmith: "I've got the pot ready! Waters boiling, vegetables are in the brine, I can't seem to find the meat though..."
Silversmith Sr.: "I've got ya covered!"
Silversmith senior emptied the bag of meat he had purchased into the soup.
Silversmith Sr.: "We were fresh out. I see you got the extra table out! Thanks!"
Cortez: <Hey, I did that!>
Silversmith: "You're welcome."
Silversmith senior stirred the soup.
Silversmith Sr.: "Looks like we're almost ready! Let us dine."
He served the food on the table.
Mischief: <Let's eat! Three two one CHOW!>
-My god, it's full of stars!-
-By which I mean the signatures of famous people-
-A lot of names each in different handwriting to each other. Lacking some of the nuance of this world's history it might be hard to deduce that almost all these names are from celebrities and groups that Jerry West is a little too young to have met in person but several pages near the end (including Susan's own stage name) are more fresh-
-Christina peers over the shoulder of whoever has the treasure and frowns.-
Christina: <I recognize some of these people. No way is West old enough to have gotten these himself. Which means...>
Silversmith Sr.: "So, Shadow, will you be wanting to spend the night?"
Silversmith: "Why is everyone so comfortable with this? I've known Shadow for like a week!"
Cortez: <That's fine! I can sleep outside!>
Silversmith: "Are you sure that's safe?"
Cortez: <No! But I feel like I should. I want to be one with nature more.>
Silversmith Sr.: "Son, who are you talking to?"
Silversmith: "Cortez! My bre— ...Snap."
Cortez: <What's a bresnap?>
Silversmith Sr.: "...How are you talking to your breloom?"
Silversmith: "...Apparently, I know monese now."
Silversmith Sr.: "Apparently? How does one apparently know monese?"
Silversmith: "... I'd rather not talk about it."
Silversmith Sr.: "You'd rather—? What? That's amazing! Did you learn it at the library?"
Silversmith: "I'm not going to lie to you father. No. I don't want to talk about it!"
Silversmith walked to his room.
Silversmith Sr.: "...Shadow, do you know what Jacks— I mean my son is talking about?"
Edited by arishipshape on Apr 15th 2019 at 8:11:16 AM
Rowan: <.. Okay what have you been looking at for the past five minutes?>
Daydre is looking at a blurry picture of an oddly colored Zoroark◊ on her phone.
Rowan: <I'm pretty sure that Zoroark isn't real, and it definitely can't hurt you.>
Shadow: ... And, to my knowledge, that's how he learned Monese. Me, I pick it up one variant at a time.
-Lucius is lying on top of his sheets, staring up at the ceiling with a morose expression while kicking the side of the bed. Despite apparently having been awake for several hours, he's barely moved.-
Halsei finally wakes up, leaving the Pokeball that they were put into after having fallen asleep some time ago, yawning and stretching a bit.
Halsei: <Morning already? It feels like it's been five minutes...>
They look over at Lucius, going over to his side and giving him a slightly-worried look.
Halsei: <What's wrong, Luci? Something got you down?>
-Lucius blinks with surprise and looks over at Halsei, as if only just noticing them now.-
Lucius: Oh, morning. I... yeah, I guess. Maybe. I dunno.
-He looks back up at the ceiling.-
Lucius: ...I think I might just be thinking about things too much.
Halsei: <Hm... thinking? About what?>
They get closer to him.
Halsei: <Is it about the fursona thing? I bet it is...>
-Lucius blinks in surprise.-
Lucius: What? No, no, it's not about that. It's... I miss my dad.
-He rolls over to face Halsei.-
Lucius: And I shouldn't, right? He was a bigoted shithead with blood on his hands who cared about my adoptive sister more than he ever cared about me, and that's just for starters. But at least he was... at least he was fucking there. Not like my mom, who just walked out when she couldn't be bothered with me, who's spent my entire life treating me like a mistake she doesn't want to acknowledge. At least my dad put the fucking effort in, y'know?
-He heaves a sigh and rolls back over, staring at the ceiling again.-
Lucius: I dunno. Am I making any sense?
This... hits Halsei harder than expected.
Halsei: <Oh, I... uh...>
They step back.
Halsei: <I'm sorry to hear that. Er... I wasn't expecting that. A-at all. So, uh...>
They aren't sure what to say by this point.
-Lucius shuts his eyes.-
Lucius: ...It's okay. I probably shouldn't have dumped that all on you like that, but... again, thinking about thinking too much. Thanks for listening, anyway.
-He gives a dramatic swing of his legs and hurls himself upright into a sitting position.-
Lucius: I need to get my mind off things. Fancy some retail therapy?
This sudden swing of mood has Halsei confused.
Halsei: <I, uh... yes? That was very sudden from my perspective, honestly, especially given the topic, that's why I reacted like that... sorry if it worried you at all.>
They stay where they are, prepared to follow Lucius if he goes somewhere, though they still seem quite concerned.
-Lucius rubs his eyes.-
Lucius: Yeah, sorry, didn't mean to worry you either. I've just been in that kinda state lately. I... my old therapist used to say it was a borderline thing, going back and forth between emotional extremes like that. Dunno how right she was. Still, I think I'll be okay as long as I've got something to do.
-He stands up.-
Lucius: Anyway, let's get going, shall we?
-He heads out.-
Edited by Herbert40k on Apr 15th 2019 at 1:25:13 PM
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