ohmyarceus | JANUARY - FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

"I didn't really have a say in coming here, same as you," Shiro mused, the twirling of his umbrella stopping as the Absol beside him sat down. "Though I guess it could come off as that, huh?"

The Emolga doesn't flinch as Jungle zips over, staring at the strange little creature before letting out some sparks of her own in greeting.

"Play." Tail flicking, the tiny rodent zipped off Shiro's shoulder and glided off in a wide circle around Fushimi, electricity crackling behind her as she went.

Jungle twirls and zips after her, snapping and popping here and there with surges electricity. It was happy to play chase and the Emolga was fun to chase!

"I've been trying to figure that part out. Doesn't seem to be technological in nature."

Fushimi crosses his arms, clearly ignoring the playful creatures. He couldn't help hia curiosity.

"Is it just you? No one else? Of course it's no one interesting."

The Emolga zips upwards then dives down and darts around Fushimi, heading back towards Shiro and the Absol only to dart to the left rather suddenly.

This way friend!

"It doesn't seem like anything I've ever encountered before," Shiro admitted which was saying something given how long he'd been alive. He can't help but chuckle at the other's comment and twirls the umbrella again as his Absol snorts softly looking extremely unimpressed. "I'm sorry to disappoint but it's just me and my friends here."

Jungle jerks after the Emolga, swinging by Fushimi's head close enough to stand one side up and out with static. He wasn't quite as sharp a turner and ended up spinning out and around Shiro, between the other trainer and the Absol to leave static in his wake.

"How unfortunate when there were so many interesting options."

He shrugs a little dramatically but there was nothing to be done. At least it was someone he recognized. When he refocused his expression was a bit cold.

"It's because of you the Red King is gone."

"I guess there are other people that would have enjoyed this place a lot more. Or could have used the break."

The smile never falters nor does the twirling of the umbrella though there's something almost sharp in Shiro's gaze as he leans just slightly to the side to avoid the Pokemon darting about.

Zipping up towards the roof of the Pokemon center, the Emolga lands and skids across the roofing, electricity coursing across her fur before slowing dying away.

"Play."

"You mean it's because of the Colorless King."

Fascinating. Thank you Jungle.

[He smiles.]

I tried scanning a few peoples pokemon to see what they were but they started yelling at me. I think they thought I was trying to steal them so I figured that might not be a thing you did here.

[He's still not clear on the laws here. Aside from their police forces apparent use of cloning...somehow. He's not a fan of how weak the force seems, giant monsters or not. He can see too many ways it could be ripped apart.]

The Rotom sparks up in delight, following the flying squirrel up to the roof. It stops sparking and grins at the Emolga, dancing in the air.

"Play! Yes!"

"Oh? Is it? Didn't you make the offer to Suoh instead of Munakata? Or was Suoh just faster?"

He taps the side of his glasses as he leans forward. "Or you could have just killed whoever it was that the Colorless King was in before you."

Whatever. He smirks and leans back again, shrugging.

"Can't say I would have done it differently though. The Red Clan is better off I would say."

[ Jungle sparks happily as he leaves the gear. Fushimi catches it before it falls and replaces it on his belt.]

So? Who cares. The gear logs can be read. You can't steal a Pokemon that way anyway.

[ So they yelled. So what? They couldn't stop someone from scanning. Of course there was always the option of asking first but that seemed a waste of time.]

Mmm...they were rather agitated. My doctor says it's best if I avoid things like that.

[Or the police. But he usually didn't follow that last bit.]

I'll have to stick to looking them up.

So why we're you trying to steal one? I'm curious, you can just catch them here, can't you. Or do you not like battling?

The Emolga grins suddenly and it's form shifts, seeming to twist and reform. White, black and yellow change to red and black as the once rodent Pokemon becomes a fox Pokemon.

A Zorua.

"Play!" it chirped, ears flicking as it darted off across the rooftop now with a playful laugh-like bark.

"The business of kings isn't your business," Shiro said with a smile, leaning forward just a bit as Fushimi did. "And if you think it was as simple as that, why didn't you kill the Colorless King before me?"

Don't play a game you aren't ready for, child.

With a twirl of the umbrella Shiro leaned back again and let out a thoughtful, almost sad hum, glancing up at the sky.

"I wouldn't say that but everyone feels differently I guess."

Jungle was startled then delighted. It twirls happily before zooming after the Zorua.

"Magic, magic! You can change form! I can kind of do that!"

Not quite, Jungle hut good try.

"Because only a king can kill a king." Fushimi shrugs, still looking amused at himself, though it was flagging a bit in boredom.

"Suoh was a dangerous, loose cannon. Munakata said it as well. Even if he is disappointed it came to that."

His eyes slide to the side. Seeing his old clan together in grief.. Fushimi respected Mikoto at the very least. He would shrug it off as logically better but Anna... and Yata.

"Doesn't matter now, does it? The past can't be changed."

[ Sure that was normal. Doctors warning people of things. Clearly this guy was off his rocker.

Still seemed friendly enough. If he acted crazy then maybe he'd be more interesting.]

It takes too long. Easier to just take a high level one. It's about working smart, not harder.

[ And the profit to be made as well..]

[You have no idea. He doesn't seem put off talking about crime casually though.]

You're not worried about the police? They don't seem to have the usual spree of killers and murders here. I would expect that gives them more time to look into petty crimes like theft.....or would that be animal trafficking?

Who knows. They would have to be able to prove it. As far as I see, my Rotom was playing around.

[ He shrugs, opening his hands palms up as he rocks on his heels. He saw nothing illegal happen. He could deny it all and never be caught. ]

And I do need to get that ball latch fixed. It's tricky.

[He nods thoughtfully. That is true, most likely. He doubts a police force ~~that inept~~ that...well he doesn't have enough information on them to judge them really they're probably all working hard. But honestly. This team rocket group seems rather ~~boring~~... ~~amateurish~~.... where is the blood and chaos and fun and..ignoring those thoughts...but they still don't seem to have done much....either group.]

Interesting.

Have you come in contact with them before? The police here I mean. I'm doing a study on them.

No..?

[ Of course not. Fushimi could cover his tracks well enough that they could literally watch him rob someone and still not be able to prove if.

If only he cohld get the algorithm and code right for the Pokemon themselves...]

I was part of a police force back home. Easy enough to read them here.

Really?

[Now that is interesting. He wonders if you were corrupt back then too. ~~Probably~~ Possibly.]

What part of the police did you work with? I consult with the police back home, myself. Mostly serial murders or violent crime.

[He sighs.]

They don't seem to have that here though. Not much need for my services.

[ Fushimi tilts his head, eyeing the man for a long moment. He was awfully interested in the police and crime. It made sense considering what he stated his history was but.. Maybe it was just Fushimi being anti-social to be honest. ]

Scepter 4. We dealt with magical beings.

[ He tucks his hands partially in his pockets, head leaning back a bit as he thought to himself. ]

It's peaceful here. Boring. You could always provide the supply for the demand, of course.

Magical-

[Wait....oh no..no. His hand is on his head now, like he's suddenly got a headache at the very suggestion... and he's...no! ~~don't encourage him...~~]

Oh...no...no no no no...I could never do that...

[Never again,....he refuses..he won't.]

That would be ...wrong.

[ ...Okay. This guy was a little.. Well, he could prod and see where the crazy went, how deep the river flowed... ]

Well, mostly Strains. Errant magical beings... Or other clansmen that are breaking the laws, starting fights..

[ He tilts his head at the man, smirking slightly. ]

Do you have experience with that kind of thing?

[~~It flows into an ocean boy, be careful you don't drown.~~]

Experience?

[~~So much you pathetic little child, Madder Red would be wearing your head as a hat by now~~ His head hurts. He needs his pills. However he manages to slip a smile on and a laugh.]

Just with helping the police....you see a lot....with them.

[And his smile is honest. ~~It's a lie but it's honest, Fillmore Press is a walking contradiction. His darker side merely a toothless shadow that occasionally haunted him. ...that was all.]~~

I suppose I'll just have to see if they need any help with lesser crimes, since the bigger ones don't seem to be a thing here.

[ Fushimi walks closer to Fillmore, reaching up to brush something that wasn't there off the man's shoulder. He was a little more interesting now, with that nervousness about him. ]

So you work for a force like Scepter 4? Interesting. Unfortunate the police here are inept. You're sure to do some good.

[ Petty theft and vandalism would surely get boring very quickly. It often wasn't hard to find out who did the crimes since so many seemed to be comfortable with taking vocal claim. ]

That's good....

[He's still but the Mimikyu on his shoulder seems to sense his agitation and goes to smack away Fushimi's hand before Fillmore quickly holds up his own hand to stop her. Very quickly in fact. The black tendril hitting his hand as he turns his attention to her. His agitation dropping as he talks to the pokemon.]

Ramira, what did we discuss? Violence is for battles. We do not hurt people.

I doubt she would hurt me too badly.

[ Jungle appears a second later, zipping behind the Mimikyu. Fushimi holds up his hand to stop it from shocking Ramira for no reason. ]

You act as if doing good is something you aren't used to.

Still...we've had talks about this.

[Ramira seems chastised and draws her tendril in. Shuffling closer to Fillmore.]

Oh no. It's not...or a least officially with important things. I only recently started working with the police. Before that I just had a boring lab job, then ...well....small stress-related breakdown for a few years. But I'm doing much better now, and now I get to help people.

[He's smiling again. He sounds enthusiastic about this.]

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