[ Hello, Johto. Cue a laugh (クフフ).
Fluttering of wings audible over the PokéGear, then something which sounds rather reminiscent of a hoot (though it is daylight), and the slightest sound of fingertips (gloved, as it were) exploring the touch screen. ]
I believe it would be safe to say this is not the location I had in mind. [ -- yeah, is that
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But this wasn't Varia, this was Master. So maybe he did? Fran doesn't see the logic in that himself, but there's a lot of things he wouldn't put passed Mukuro's abilities.]
Master, didn't you ever play Pokémon as a child? You must have been kind of deprived.
Oh. And you're stuck here. There's no way back home.
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[ Ah, no. Try again, Fran. He does know you, only due to having received the memories from that parallel future timeline. But shouldn't you be a tadpole right about now? ]
I've little affinity for games.
[ -- well, ones in which he hasn't made the rules, that is. ]
-- Is that so?
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Yeah, no one knows how to get home. Some people disappear though. So I guess that counts as being sent back home. It's totally random though and no one has any control over it.
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I fear you mistake my inclinations for Ken's.
[ Mukuro considers what he remembers of Fran from the future -- which is a confusing statement, but hey.
Considering. Considering. Thinking about those memories he got hit with. Ah. Right.
+1 Annoying Little Shit. No love, future.
Signed,
Rokudo Mukuro. ♥ ]
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[ OWL HOOTS OVER THOSE LAST FEW WORDS. IT SEEMS SUSPICIOUSLY ROUSED. ]
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