Fourth Wall - Goldenrod - Action

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust isn't at all prepared for this madness. She'd settled into this strange little life, more or less, and thrown herself into making the most of it. She wasn't prepared for her homunculus nature to suddenly return, or to find herself going from one place to another as though towns were only a few footsteps apart. But it isn't bad.

She's almost glad for her abilities back. It's like wearing a familiar and comfortable coat. She hasn't quite settled into humanity yet, and she feels more like herself. She finds herself idly flicking her talons out every now and again, extending and retracting them like someone snapping their fingers as they go along. And traveling so fast is nothing to complain about, if startling the first time or two.

It's even paid off. She's finally made the effort to catch a pokemon, though she's almost wishing she hadn't bothered. Another improbably cutesy furry round thing. Pink this time. Wonderful, her animals are color coded by gender.

She doesn't know what to do with it now. At least she's in a large town, though she's not sure if that really matters right now. Nothing's normal.

At least it's bound to be an interesting day. If nothing else, abnormality could be exploited in beneficial ways.]

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[envy_the_sinners]

Scar supposed she was talking about the rolling. It could be a potentially useful battle tactic, though...

"Yes. She tends to run ahead." And Scar was far softer with her than he should have been, but he really shouldn't help it.

"And... gives people 'presents,'" he added with a nod to the flowers, almost apologetic. Guttle was just as receptive to attention as Miriam, though. Perhaps even more...

Regardless, Scar continued to pat the foolish thing between his ears. He didn't really have a head, did he?

[a_sin_for_him]

"So I see." Lust chuckled softly. She was a sweet little animal. Not that Lust had met any truly bad natured Pokemon, but that was simply luck.

Guttle was lapping up the attention, rolling back and forth and tongue hanging out. Lust simply let him be, as Scar didn't mind. Anyway, she was greeting his Pokemon.

"Can I give her a treat? They're fish...cats like fish, don't they?"

Guttle certainly loved them. And rolled backwards to loll eagerly at her upsidedown at the word 'treat'. His belly was presented for more petting.

[envy_the_sinners]

This was almost unnervingly normal. And... pleasant. Though, he supposed, many things were, nowadays.

"She'll probably like it," he said mildly, starting slightly when Guttle rolled onto his back.

"It's like small children re-imagined how animals should look and behave..." he murmured, feeling the need to make some comment to the absolute ridiculousness of all of this. He reached out and continued to pat the Spheal, who was equally round on the bottom as he was on the top.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust crouched down again and dug out a treat, offering it to the animal. She really was a cute little thing.

"That's what I thought at first. That he looked like something a child would have as a toy. Wait your turn," she muttered toward Guttle, who was practically salivating already, flippers flapping and tongue hanging down between his eyes.

"Spheals love to eat," she explained. "I think it's all they love, or at least all he does. I'm convinced he weighs nearly a hundred pounds."

[envy_the_sinners]

Miriam was thrilled with the treat. She did cast a guilty glance in Scar's direction when she took it; this was already her second one today. He didn't mention it.

"I was more referring to everything about this place." But yes, Guttle was a particularly odd character. At Lust's mention of his weight, Scar attempted to lift the foolish ball of fuzz. His eyes widened. Guttle wasn't a particularly large animal, but God, he was dense!

"He's going to break someone's legs..."

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust continued to lavish attention on Miriam, crouched down and scratching her chin and ears.

"I haven't seen that much of it yet," she admitted. "We haven't been in any rush. It's a pleasant place, though. The atmosphere and the natives." And she was seeing more of it now.

"But I understand what you mean. I did warn you to watch your shins. He's very effective in battle."

[envy_the_sinners]

"Hm." Scar finally conceded to sitting down properly, still in slight wonderment at Guttle's pure absurdity as he attempted to pull the Pokémon into his lap.

"You'll get one, don't be greedy," he grumbled as he reached out, silently asking Lust for a treat without looking up.

The Skitty was still just happy to be getting so much attention.

"The environment changes dramatically as you travel. It's like a small continent stuffed into one region."

[a_sin_for_him]

"He'd eat them all in one sitting if I let him." Lust speared a treat and glanced upward as she stretched her arm out to offer it to Scar. The moment she did, Guttle was a whirling dervish of blue fur in Scar's lap.

It was so strange to see her pokemon with him like that.

"Is it? I thought maybe that was just because of the strangeness."

[envy_the_sinners]

"No, it's part of the typical makeup of the region." Scar had been doing some reading on the subject. If he was going to be stuck here, he wasn't going to run about blindly without learning what he could. And he had to invest himself in something.

He took the treat and offered it to Guttle, almost nervously. He didn't particularly feel like losing a hand. Again.

"The only thing even remotely frustrating about this place is the damn music."

[a_sin_for_him]

"Oh, I barely even hear it anymore." Lust shrugged. "It's like the wind, or the waves at the beach. Just meaningless background sound. And that one makes enough noise to drown it out most of the time."

She nodded her head at Guttle, who eagerly stuck out his tongue to lick the treat out of Scar's fingers. Clapping happily as he did so.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar only grunted at that, looking down to Guttle. It was true, that he didn't notice the music most of the time, either. But there had to be something to complain about. He nearly recoiled, a hint of disgust on his face as Guttle's tongue came out to lap up the treat. None of his ever did that.

"When he isn't breaking other trainers' shins..." he added under his breath.