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CATS VS DOGS ROUND 1 DING DING DING

[lightningfang]

[There just so happens to be a couple of very much not cats prowling around the Route at about that time. Naturally, Razor's curiosity draws him toward the sounds of someone setting up a camp who is not at all accustomed to it. Perhaps he can help; wilderness survival is one of his biggest strengths, after all.

Though it doesn't seem like the stranger needs help starting a fire in the end, Razor does think of one useful tip, and he and his Houndour approach, making plenty of noise to announce their presence.]

Oh, I know this! You have to say attack. Like this: Ember!

[On command, the black dog lifts its head and with a rather showy bark, spits a fireball up into the air. It dissipates, of course, before it can set any flora ablaze.]

[carnyavore]

[The noise startles Atsushi, and perhaps for a moment he looks something like a startled cat. The actual cat beside him hardly stirs, merely tilts its dark head toward the newcomer, then to its apparently startled trainer, before going back to its grooming.

In any case, the noisy announcement startles Atsushi substantially less than his voice alone might have. The fact that the boy at least appears to be younger than him helps incrementally, though the tension in his shoulders doesn't ebb entirely. After all, he's met (and been defeated by) plenty of people younger than him.

He is, of course, sufficiently distracted from all of these thoughts by the bright fireball that appears. He looks in awe between dog, boy, and cat, and then back down the chain once more.]

Is that how it works? [It seems simple enough. A lot of people had to announce their abilities back home, after all. It stood to reason that this place would be the same.]

Alright, kitty. Ah, Litten. Use ember?

[The Litten blinks, huffs, then finally rouses itself from its seated position. It spits a few sparks into the fire, before glowering up at Atsushi. The thrilled grin he wears doesn't help the Litten's demeanor.]

That's so much easier! Do all of these creatures know ember, then? Can I tell everyone to use ember and they'll all breathe fire? What other words are there?

[lightningfang]

[Despite the way the other kid poofs up -- rather like Razor would expect the cat to -- Razor seems only to relax as the other pair figure out how to attack. Maybe he smiles, but it's still small and awkward and far overshadowed by Atsushi's grin.]

No. Also... no. There are lots, for every 'mon. Dawn knows... Leer, Ember, Howl... Smog, Roar, Bite... [He... appears to be counting these on his fingers as he goes, and... Houndour, for its part, is begrudging but obediently getting ready to set off each move before the next one is called out. Razor seems to catch on, startling himself as the dog seems ready to pounce at the cat.]

Oh, no. No, no, no. No biting. [He turns a light shade of red, which is also something newer to him, before digging out his own Gear.] Um, maybe I show you...? Safer.

[carnyavore]

[Thusfar, the Litten has been content to let the Houndour and its companion do as they pleased. Now that the attention has been turned on it, however, that relaxed demeanor evaporates. From hackles to tail tip, that cat puffs up. It lowers itself to the ground with a low growl, ready to pounce the second the dog tried to bite.

Between Atsushi and the boy, he doesn't get the chance. Atsushi is far more familiar with dogs than cats, but he's pretty sure that picking a creature up by the scruff is the right thing to do. He does that, prompting a displeased and disgraced yowl from the Litten.]

Hey, hey, no attacking! We're playing nice, right now. [That eagerness to draw blood reminds him, rather uncomfortably, of someone he knows. He suppresses the shudder as he shifts to hold the Litten against his chest. He absolutely doesn't wince as it sinks the claws of one paw into his arm.]

M-Maybe you're right. Showing me would probably -- Ow -- be better.

[lightningfang]

[Razor really does not envy this other white haired boy, seeing him grimace at the pain of simply holding the Litten. Cat people are weird, and he doesn't get them at all.

Still, he approaches, his dog staying put and turning up its nose at the other Pokemon. Stupid cat, don't you know it was just doing its duty by following the orders of its pack leader?

Before he can say anything, though, Razor stops in his tracks and wrinkles his nose. It's a knee-jerk reaction, and one that a few months of human interaction tell him will be taken as pretty fucking rude. He scrunches his eyes shut and shakes his head, trying to put on a straight face again.]

Um... sorry. You smell like... cat. Not just your cat.

[carnyavore]

[At such an insolent display, Litten yowls just a little louder. It kicks its back paws upward, clawing at Atsushi's forearm through the fabric. It doesn't seem to do much damage, at least beyond a slight cut in his clothing. It doesn't even seem to faze him, even.

Instead, he's focusing on his new companion's words. He tilts his head to the side, looking perhaps far more amused than he should.]

Is that your ability then? Detecting what others can do?

[lightningfang]

[Despite the enormous size difference, Razor... can't help but lean back ever so slightly at the Litten's reaction. He half expects that thing to go off in an explosion as big as one of Klee's bombs.]

Ability...? [He must mean like Visions, Razor decides.] Oh. No. I use lightning. You have powers? [His head tilts, the PokeGear and instructions all but forgotten.]

[carnyavore]

Lightning? [That's... an oddly vague ability. He thinks about asking more questions but... stays his tongue. Atsushi wasn't a fan of talking about his own ability, after all. It wouldn't be fair to force Razor to do the same.]

But yes, I do. Mine is called "Beast Beneath the Moonlight." I can turn into a tiger. [He reaches down to hold Litten's paw, waving it at Razor.] I look a little like this, kind of. But only sometimes. Other times I'm much bigger! And also white and black.

[lightningfang]

Yes. Claws of lightning.

[Razor nods along, as if this is perfectly normal... for all of a few seconds.]

Wait. You are... really a tiger? Not just... think you are? [Sure, his tone betrays some hidden pain, but he's doing his best not to take it out on Atsushi. If anything, he's equal parts amazed, so his curiosity is honest.]

[carnyavore]

[Atsushi's face falls ever so slightly. He lifts his hand, scratching nervously at the back of his neck. He doesn't look at Razor, but instead at some distant point over his shoulder. His gaze is just as far off.]

I... wish I was pretending, sometimes. But no. [He shakes his head. The motion seems to draw him back into himself.] I would show you but... it doesn't really work here.

[lightningfang]

[On the one hand, Razor can't help but agree that being a tiger would mean... well, being a cat. But that aside, it's still a very capable creature, if one that leads a lonely existence.]

Neither does lightning... [Part of him wants to prod deeper, but it's likely something the boy would only share with close packmates. Better to shake it off and finally bring his Gear into Atsushi's view. He can tolerate the cat smell, though he does stay far enough away that Litten couldn't reach him to lash out.]

You hit this, and this. Attacks for different 'mons.

[Razor's Gear in particular is set to read the screen aloud, so it starts in on various movesets as he scrolls; Houndour's, Rockruff's, Woobat's, Honedge's... He mutes it before it goes on for too long, though, and looks expectantly to Atsushi. Surely if Razor of all people can grasp it, the tiger boy can.]