[Just south of Goldenrod City is one of many new arrivals, in a black hoodie that someone in Goldenrod had been robbed of some hours before. It's remarkable how easily the bizarre can be accepted when none of it is believed to be real, and Tomura is fairly sure he recognizes this game.
Or well, at least the basic concept of it. You catch little monsters, you have them beat the crap out of each other, they get stronger, you get prizes.. the entire genre is pretty much the same, the devil's in the details. And the details for him is a small pair of foxes, one snow white the other rusty brown, sitting on the road, waiting patiently. Of course none of it is REAL, he'd never pick something so annoyingly adorable as his partners.
He's got a baseball bat slung over one shoulder, and a number of baseballs stuffed into a sack, and by the number of baseballs and one or two tennis balls scattered at his feet, he's been at this for a little bit now.]
'Team building'.
[Both vulpixes perk up when he begins grumbling under his breath, picking up a ball with four careful fingers, pinky elevated.]
This isn't team building, this is exercising the dogs.
[He levels the baseball bat at the nearer fox, and the alohan variant jumps to its feet, looking terribly eager and not at ALL intimidated.]
You little monsters are lucky I like dogs. Later on we're going to go beat up some helpless critters so you can get more exp, this is too slow.
[Baseball bats can certainly be weapons! But ... thankfully he's not using it that way for once, instead tossing a ball upward a bit before slamming it with the bat, sending the baseball rocketing away. Instantly the snowfox races after it, peppering the offending ball with little puffs of snow and ice, but the other stays right where it is, watching, a lack of movement that draws a 'tch' from the behoodied young man.]
Tomura Shigaraki | My Hero Academia
[Just south of Goldenrod City is one of many new arrivals, in a black hoodie that someone in Goldenrod had been robbed of some hours before. It's remarkable how easily the bizarre can be accepted when none of it is believed to be real, and Tomura is fairly sure he recognizes this game.
Or well, at least the basic concept of it. You catch little monsters, you have them beat the crap out of each other, they get stronger, you get prizes.. the entire genre is pretty much the same, the devil's in the details. And the details for him is a small pair of foxes, one snow white the other rusty brown, sitting on the road, waiting patiently. Of course none of it is REAL, he'd never pick something so annoyingly adorable as his partners.
He's got a baseball bat slung over one shoulder, and a number of baseballs stuffed into a sack, and by the number of baseballs and one or two tennis balls scattered at his feet, he's been at this for a little bit now.]
'Team building'.
[Both vulpixes perk up when he begins grumbling under his breath, picking up a ball with four careful fingers, pinky elevated.]
This isn't team building, this is exercising the dogs.
[He levels the baseball bat at the nearer fox, and the alohan variant jumps to its feet, looking terribly eager and not at ALL intimidated.]
You little monsters are lucky I like dogs. Later on we're going to go beat up some helpless critters so you can get more exp, this is too slow.
[Baseball bats can certainly be weapons! But ... thankfully he's not using it that way for once, instead tossing a ball upward a bit before slamming it with the bat, sending the baseball rocketing away. Instantly the snowfox races after it, peppering the offending ball with little puffs of snow and ice, but the other stays right where it is, watching, a lack of movement that draws a 'tch' from the behoodied young man.]