twinsanity | 007. [Anonymous Text / Action for Goldenrod City]

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[The text that hits the device tonight is the sort that obviously comes from some sort of hacked ID - it's poorly done, but at the same time well-done enough that you're just going to get a lot of static and glitching if you're going to try to work out who it is. More of an obviously anon setting than a device that's pretending to belong to someone else, basically.]

Tell me about recurring dreams you've had.

Not necessarily nightmares, though I suppose those are fine. Just those dreams you've had over and over again, the ones your mind keeps coming back to.

If you're expecting psychoanalysis you won't get it, since I'm not being paid nearly well enough to do that for the lot of you and I've no interest in it besides. I'm just interested in talking and hoping you'll say something interesting.

[...okay then.]

[Action - Goldenrod City]

[Well, abrasive texts or not, Alfred can actually be found outside today; it's warm today (even if his internal clock is still yelling at him that it shouldn't be, and he is never going to get used to the damn weather in this hemisphere) and he's taking the opportunity to spend time in the park, watching his Pokémon...play? Are they playing? It looks like they might be; it's either that or it's a level one slapfight that's more ineffectual than anything, between a Sewaddle and what looks to be a male Combee.

After a bit of watching it'll become clear that this is, in fact, a slapfight, and one that the poor Sewaddle is not going to be winning; it keeps getting a shot of Gust in the face and unfortunately Tackle isn't landing too well right now, due to the abovementioned...well, Gusting to the face, and after a few rounds of this the Sewaddle is basically ending up spending more time kind of lying on the ground in a universally understood gesture of "I have run out of fucks to give" rather than actually fighting.

Alfred, unfortunately, seems to be taking no pity whatsoever on the poor damn thing - he's sitting on one of the benches nearby, leaning idly over his legs where they're crossed at the knee, chin propped in his hand while he watches; he's also got at least one bug he's not particularly interested in deathmatching, if the ever-present Joltik on his shoulder is any indication. As it is, said Joltik apparently gives no fucks about what's going on and Alfred himself just sort of rolls his eyes when the Sewaddle flops over, reaching out for the bag he's got with him and spraying it in the face with a Potion.]

Oh, no, you don't. Get back in there.

[Alfred, that thing is going to hate you before it even reaches level 5, what are you doing.]

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_{[One of the perks about having a dog as tall as a grown man is the ability to ride it around the city.

One of the drawbacks of having a dog that size? If they get stubborn, they can be hard to control, especially if something catches their interest. In this case, the sounds of that... slap... fight gained the attention of (1) massive, fluffy Arcanine and (1) Bertholt sitting on its back while tugging at its fur with a frown.]}

Hachi, come on!

_{[NOPENOPE. Hachi's going to investigate! He's even voicing his intentions with a garbled 'Noooooooooo,' and just as Bert's about to protest again? He spots Alfred.

...Alfred what in the world.]}

Ha--Alfred?

[...HE COULD ASK YOU THE SAME THING, GOOD SIR. Really, he's actually kind of sat up and staring at the dog, and it takes him a moment to register that there is someone on the dog, and -

What in the world indeed.]

Well, hello there, Bertholt.

[It's not displeased, but still, the "what the hell" is strong with this one.]

Uh... H-Hi.

_{[Hachi no don't get up in that poor Sewaddle's face can't you see it's having a bad time already? --Nooooo, that doesn't mean 'get in the Combee's face'! Arcanine pls.]}

Hachi! Behave--Um... How've you been?

[...Oh, now that's interesting. Alfred will just be glancing over and...promptly deciding to ignore the squeaks of terror from that poor Sewaddle. The Combee is a little less scared shitless but at the same time GIANT FIREDOG WHY, that is a little unnerving please don't good sir.]

Fine, just a bit sleepless lately, and if I didn't get out of my room I was going to go absolutely mad. So here I am.

You seem...

[Pointed look at that dog.]

...Busy.

You and me both. I didn't really go out for about a week, uh... I was waiting for Walter to wake up. I wanted to make sure he'd be okay.

_{[It takes a couple more tugs to get Hachi to leave the poor little things alone and focus his attention on Alfred instead. It's not the best alternative, but hey! This is a new person!]}

I-I, um... I-I'm not really busy though--S-Sorry about him, he's... curious.

[To his credit, he's not afraid of dogs; he finds the infected ones to be unnerving, but the dogs here are fine.]

Did he go under recently, then? It seems there have been several, if the network is anything to judge by.

[That said, he doesn't seem too concerned about Walter, even if his speech is a bit hampered by giant floofdog and his attempts to keep the giant floofdog out of his face.]

And as long as he's not going to bite me, I don't mind - I've been attacked by enough of these things to not mind curiosity.

Mm. He woke up a few days ago.

_{[He can't help but snort at the biting comment. With how Hachi groans and whines, it's almost like he's taken offense to that! You take that back!]}

He's harmless, don't worry. He's only gotten 'mean' once and that was when Saionji kicked me after he set her hair on fire. I mean, his teeth are bigger than a bear's but they're just for show. If he likes you, the most he'll do is slobber.

[Oh, poor baby.]

I've dealt with worse, then - most of the things back home are actively trying to maul you, after all.

Hopefully those things never turn up here, right? I-I mean, if they did I'm sure we could handle it...

_{[He pauses to slide off the Arcanine's back so he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally falling off. Now that he's free of his trainer, Hachi sits at Alfred's feet and starts to shove his nose at his arms. Pet me! Petmepetmepetmepetme!]}

Of course, I -

[...oh. Um. Well, that gesture is new. His own Pokémon don't do that, but that's likely because Alfred has instilled the fear of ~~God~~ his sheer shrieking rage and being beaten into submission into them.

As it stands, he's not...angry so much as he is confused, and it's obvious.]

...What does he want?

...Yours don't do that to you?

_{[--It'd explain why that poor Sewaddle sounded so terrified. Speaking of which, he's just going to crouch down and hold his hands out to those poor little bugs. C'mere, you two. Take five!]}

But, uh, I think he just wants your attention. Or he thinks you have food.

[Well, the Combee will gladly take five, assuming Bert does not mind a bee chilling on his head because clearly that is where Combees belong; the Sewaddle, however, seems entirely convinced that she is being fucked around to the highest degree and will just be looking at Bert like he's the carrier for at least three plagues. What are you doing, good sir.]

Well, they usually don't, and back home I never had pets that would - we had dogs, but their behavior was a bit different.

[See also: infected, trying to eat you.]

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