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So we're legit in a Pokémon world of some kind here, aren't we.
Or at least, the fact that this fucking bird won't leave me the hell alone is leading me to think as much.
Are they typically this dumb? It's been years since I played any of these games, I don't even know what the hell it is.

Whatever.
Uh.

[He clicks the video option and it focuses on a skinny blonde teenager covered in freckles, wearing a pair of stupid triangular shades with his hair gelled into an impossible style that is currently being partially destroyed by his newfound Wingull. Dirk looks entirely less than pleased.]

I'm Dirk.

[[ooc; Apologies for the un-cut orange courier, I didn't figure it'd be in the best form to have his introduction post hidden beneath a cut.]]

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[His eyebrows scrunch together, forming a crease on his forehead.]

[The same glasses? Dave wore aviators...]

I'm a paradox slime baby, I don't have a father. I was literally created in a lab by a kid in coke bottle glasses and probably an obnoxious lab coat.

You're also honest, evidently. That goes a fair amount toward mitigating the conduct.

The Prince of Heart. That's your...class and aspect, then?

It's barely had ten minutes to make an impression of me, so I'm right impressed if it's decided I'm likable already. Though my hair is pretty fine.

I'm honest when it's in my best interests to be as such.

Yes ma'am. Prince of Heart, which is comes complete with puffy little asshole pants and an apparent ability to destroy the fuck out of souls. Haven't had a chance to test that out yet.

Some are just like that though. Fluffy was! ...Still sort of is.

And it's in your best interests to do so when talking to me?

...So the "heart" component must have some relationship to the soul, which leaves the "prince" class as the component providing the ability "to destroy"...assuming it works the same way that other classes and aspects have been described to me.

... "Fluffy"?

Fluffy. My Altaria.

[ as if on cue, the cottony dragon bird chirps and pushes his head into view. ]

I've not been given a reason to feel like I should withhold any information I've given you from you, so for the most part, yes.

Prince is a destroyer class, yes, and heart seems largely synonymous with the soul of another. In essence, as I've been told by an alien whom I'm not entirely sure if I should classify as a friend or not, when used to their full potential I can literally destroy the soul of any living thing I choose to. Which is by far more impressive than the literal assumption I had made from the sheer fluff of the title at a glance. Aforementioned assumption was not at all aided by the puffy pants and tights aspect of the costume it puts me in.

From the information I've gathered, all classes and aspects seem to work that way — the aspect defines the noun or concept, while the class provides the verb. Seers "see", princes "destroy", and so on.

Assuming the costume you're describing is the equivalent of your own set of "rad magic jammies", that means you've also achieved god tier status, correct?

You nailed it, this is a Leafeon. There's a Dark, ice, grass, and psychic types of eevee now.

[Dave snags his garish looking scarf, a monstrosity of green, purple, blue, and red. It gets wrapped around his neck.]

You'll get used to all these new types. I was just as clueless when I rolled in with my flaming pony.

Speaking of, last you that rolled through left a clippity clopper named Diva by Blood an orphan. I've been keeping an eye on him but if you want him I'm pretty sure he'd be glad to be back with you.

Which is honestly a little ironic in the idea of Princes. I'm proud of my own title.

That'd be correct, yes. Though I wouldn't say they're rad magic jammies, since I don't find myself particularly inclined to sleep in them.

I am so Poké-retro, I swear to God.

Unless it's a Machiavellian sort of prince.

And those were John's words, not mine.

...Neat. I'd kind of like a Jolteon one day. I mean, we have similar hair styles. It's a match made in heaven.

[Dirk can't quite contain the snort of laughter at his scarf, though he does hide it behind a hand in an attempt to be polite.]

[He blinks.]

I have a flaming pony?

You just have to ruin my fun, don't you.

This is me, not being at all surprised by this revelation.

I'm the Empress of Fuss. Presumably that's what I do.

Yep. Ponyta.

[He makes a dramatic pose as he slings more of the scarf around his neck. What? Totally the best scarf ever.]

Jolteon is easy to get, just beware. If you talk to Rose about Eevee you will be there for the rest of the year and when you emerge you'll know everything there is to know about Eeevees. Everything.

Nah, I think your chumhandle would be fussyEmpress. Your title and aspect...

Well there isn't a particular title centered around detectivework, but you'd likely be a player of Mind.

What makes you think detective work is my defining ability?

[...Kirigiri are you fucking serious with this right now.]

Yeah, he said some crazy shit like that about space test tube babies.

[Blake rubs between his eyes.]

If you didn't know about that, how'd you get named after him?

We're likely alternate universe versions of the same person. It's not that I'm named after him, or that he's named after me, we just share the same identity on alternate planes of existence. Given a similar circumstance has occurred with my older brother, that's my singular running hypothesis.

[...He appreciates you, ma'am.]

Call it a hunch.

[His mouth forms a very tight line against his jaw, a clear expression of trying to withhold an expression.]

[Inwardly screaming, basically. Flaming pony. He has a Ponyta.]

[He slides easily back into a sort-of poker face when Dave moves on to talk about Rose and Eevee.]

Suppose I wouldn't mind knowing about them. She's a breeder, right? Does she specialize in Eeveelutions? ...Eeveevolutions? Fuck, how do you even say that. The evolutions of Eeevee.

[He laughs while he pulls on gloves and double checks his travel boots. Last thing he wants is a boot coming off way high in the sky. It would be his luck it would cold cock someone in law enforcement.]

Yeah sure, let's go with that. Rose is definitely a breeder, and takes all these notes on what she sees as they evolve. It's everything she ever wanted. She can study subjects and get inside their heads without any protests.

[Or maybe she likes the protests. Seeing as she gives Dave so much shit.]

If you want all there is to know on dragon types, I'm who you go so hey tell me about dragons.

Edited 2013-11-23 09:18 (UTC)

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