Belphegor of Sloth, fourth of the seven sisters. And you?
[Her expression has eased into a more pleasant one at the prospect of unloading one of the eggs, at least. Instead of the idea of facing seven raging, screaming hate machines in the near future, six is at least a LITTLE better]
[A dark brow quirks as her head inclines slightly]
Is my name an issue...?
[...it's the weirdest thing, you know. She'd gone from believing she was keeping a fairly low profile in this place to suddenly being dragged in the middle of a weird controversy she STILL didn't understand]
[He caught her statement] If your talking about that idiot calling for Belphegor. It's not the one I know. Last I saw him he was laughing his ass for about it.
That is, indeed, who I was talking about. I see I'm not the only one he's zeroed in on.
[She's not sure if it's a relief or not. Beatrice so seldom orders her to torment humans by herself, so the few instances she's made an enemy are memorable to her. This guy just doesn't ring a bell at all]
Which city are you in? [she inquires, leaning to scoop a green egg from the backpack and cradle it against her as she, too, heads in the pokecenter's direction, trusting Ankou will more than handle anyone who means to make off with the remaining eggs]
He seems just as adamant to be after me. I'm not horribly concerned about him.
[she shoulders open the center's front door and makes her way inside, weaving around the activity of young trainers having their pokemon healed and over to the nearest unoccupied trading station]
Whether he gets one or not depends entirely on how persistent he is.
[tracking down the stakes is like a scavenger hunt for people who have done horrible things. If you succeed, your prize is unimaginable torment at the hands of many cackling teenaged girls.
She sets the egg down on the departure platform, punching in the necessary information before a surge of pale light first fragments, and then makes the egg disappear entirely, sending it on its way to its new home]
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[Fishing for a name]
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[Her expression has eased into a more pleasant one at the prospect of unloading one of the eggs, at least. Instead of the idea of facing seven raging, screaming hate machines in the near future, six is at least a LITTLE better]
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[He mimics]
Wait your name is Belphegor, oh boy.
[Well just he's luck, well at least she didn't seem snobby.]
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Is my name an issue...?
[...it's the weirdest thing, you know. She'd gone from believing she was keeping a fairly low profile in this place to suddenly being dragged in the middle of a weird controversy she STILL didn't understand]
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[lazy damn prince]
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Oh well. TIME FOR A CHANGE OF SUBJECT]
Are you near a pokemon center presently?
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Yep, I was just about to go in.
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[She's not sure if it's a relief or not. Beatrice so seldom orders her to torment humans by herself, so the few instances she's made an enemy are memorable to her. This guy just doesn't ring a bell at all]
Which city are you in? [she inquires, leaning to scoop a green egg from the backpack and cradle it against her as she, too, heads in the pokecenter's direction, trusting Ankou will more than handle anyone who means to make off with the remaining eggs]
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[Currently leaning on a center's front counter]
I'm in Violet city.
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[she shoulders open the center's front door and makes her way inside, weaving around the activity of young trainers having their pokemon healed and over to the nearest unoccupied trading station]
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[Heading trading station waiting at ready]
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[tracking down the stakes is like a scavenger hunt for people who have done horrible things. If you succeed, your prize is unimaginable torment at the hands of many cackling teenaged girls.
She sets the egg down on the departure platform, punching in the necessary information before a surge of pale light first fragments, and then makes the egg disappear entirely, sending it on its way to its new home]
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Thanks Belphegor. If he is persistent, I'd loved to see a good beat down.
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