route_1065 | Team White Hair, ASSEMBLE! (AKA: the kidnapping of prince pantsless.)

Who: Ritz Malheur, Kuja, Mytho
Where: Around the Breeding Centre
When: Sometime not too long after paintball
Summary: Kuja and Ritz clearly need a third travel buddy.
Rating: ...I don't even know, not too bad. XD
Log:

Ritz was unusually blessed, sometimes, in terms of how well-behaved her team was. The only complaints she ever really had generally had to do with Brenda trying to preen her hair. Bijou, however, seemed to live to surprise her trainer- she had expected the Eevee to be a bit spoiled as the obvious 'baby' of the team (especially since she lacked intimidating fangs or other sharp edges) and she hadn't been.

However, as Ritz had discovered the hard way, the small fox-like pokemon was intensely curious about everything, having developed a habit of watching Ritz do next to everything, from packing to bathing. She was wary of wild pokemon without her trainer nearby, possibly the biggest saving grace Ritz had encountered with her small companion.

Goldenrod City and its surrounding areas however, were clearly another matter entirely, and Ritz was debating actually sending Brenda out just so she could keep up with her pokemon. Nothing with legs that short should be able to move that fast. "Bijou!" Ritz shouted for possibly the seventh time in ten minutes. At least she'd stopped, finally.

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For a moment, there is quite possibly the flattest, most unsettled lineface that has crossed Kuja's face in Johto since he heard what the Shedinja were doing to people, and a quiet shift in posture about like a cat with tinfoil on its paws. Well, more than a moment, since it actually does take him some effort to drag back the skeeve into trying to act vaguely normal. "That's ... unusual." At-least-he-doesn't-look-like-a-Genome. At-least-he-doesn't-look-like-a-Genome.

Meanwhile, Bahamut has noticed the attention, and is - trying to vary the humming into more of a melody, although it's not so easy as a Vibrava.

Bijou let out a noise that could only have easy comparison to a pleased purr, nuzzling closer to Mytho.

Ritz's expression shifted to one of deeper worry- something about this had clearly upset Kuja, though she wasn't completely sure what. It was something she'd think about later. "I think we should take him with us. It doesn't really seem like anyone else is keeping an eye on him, and I don't really want him to get hurt..." Even if he was a little bit unsettling, she was pretty sure it wasn't Mytho's fault. "I know my team and yours are more than strong and smart enough to help look after him..."

Still petting Bijou, Mytho's head tilts just a little as he listens to the attempt at melody. If there weren't a pokemon to pet, he would be starting to dance again... but small things were more important to care for than dancing...

Kuja nods slowly; it's less a 'happy to agree no really you're right' and more that the little voice in his head that has a vague clue how Zidane would react is informing him that shutting this idea down and going to the next town in a hurry would ...

Really not accomplish much other than probably get Ritz annoyed with him, as tempting of an idea as it is.

"I'm sure we could manage." It's not really lessening the undertones of "cat wrapped in tinfoil", and he's quietly planning on keeping distance and letting Bahamut, Miranda, and Iago provide his part of "help" for this as much as possible; although at least there's some signs of reaction in his interactions with Bahamut.

The Vibrava, meanwhile, has noticed the interest and perked up; the attempt is still flat - and it's becoming further incentive to try to evolve, to actually be able to "sing" properly.

Something about Kuja's reactions was... off. She didn't exactly expect him to be overjoyed at having a new person, a stranger, in their group, but... Ritz couldn't put her finger on it, couldn't place why, but she certainly did catch the "cat wrapped in tinfoil" undertones. "...Kuja. If you're not comfortable letting him into the- letting him travel with us, just say it." As much as she'd be annoyed and worried about Mytho, but she had seen what recruiting people who honestly bothered the rest of the Clan could do to a group.

"I know what happens if you try to get people to live together who aren't comfortable with each other, especially when the living situation can be... kind of rough going." Ritz glanced down, raising her eyebrows a little as Bijou walked away from Mytho and over to Kuja, obviously very intent on something.

The strange vulpine pokemon sat down right in front of Kuja and reached out a paw to touch Kuja's foot. Her ears were down, and she certainly had the most pathetic, pleading look in her eyes Ritz had ever seen. "Vuiiii." Look at the giant wibbly Eevee eyes, Kuja.

Mytho blinked once as the Eevee slipped away, then turned his attention fully to the Vivrava, listening intently.

Moments later he was on his feet, eyes closing a moment as he gathered himself, standing in a starting pose before beginning to dance, matching the change in music that the new addition posed. Like dancing ballet to the music of a bagpipe, yet somehow still elegant and flowing.

He was mulling it over; whatever was wrong, it was - so close to Bran Bal...

Bijou did help somewhat, and he was pretty sure Iago and Karma would've been joining in if they were out.

Mytho breaking into dance with Bahamut threw a monkey wrench into a little of the sudden freeze-up; it was a weird, clashing juxtaposition - the arts were what he'd latched onto as a way to get AWAY from the soulless emptiness of Bran Bal, that ...probably broke his poker face a bit yet again in a sort of momentary confused blink as some of it broke, for at least a while.

"...I'll live, I think."

"If you're sure." Ritz reached up to hug her long-time travel partner. Ritz looked down at Bijou, raising an eyebrow and getting a pleased noise from the small pokemon. Bijou decided this was a good time to nuzzle Kuja's shin, and Ritz started walking over to Mytho, very clearly waiting at what she thought was a safe distance to not interrupt his dancing. When he was done, she was going to ask if he wanted to come with them.

...This would be a fun conversation.

The trouble with waiting until he was done is that Mytho could-- and often would-- keep dancing until one of two things happened: either the music stopped, or someone interrupted him.

With the never ending background music....

There is, at least, that Bahamut notices Ritz walking over, and flies over to hover near her, toning down the hum a little; trying to draw attention, while Kuja is ... opting to stay in the background while he's trying to make sense of this one.

At the change, Mytho slowed to a stop, turning to face the approaching person, the faint glimmer of something more cohesive fading as he stilled.

There was no expectation, no curiosity, just blank, empty waiting.

If it were Fakir there, Mytho could have guessed what would be next. 'Idiot' or 'I told you not to run off' or something similar. Fakir was always easy to predict, the motions between them like a rehearsed dance of their own.

But this wasn't Fakir.

Team White Hair, ASSEMBLE! (AKA: the kidnapping of prince pantsless.)

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