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sho minamimoto | the world ends with you

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Who: Sho and whoever
Where: Cherrygrove
When: Feb 5thish?
Summary: Sho is trying to get his thoughts in order and regain enough strength to go train his babies.
Rating: PG for a swear word? IDK.
Log:

There were things he had to think about that he’d never had to think about before. This world was not his world, he didn’t know the rules yet. Sure, he ignored the rules as often as he felt like it, but the truth of the matter is that an artist can only create art that breaks the rules if they know what those are. Without that basis, all you have is garbage. Some things were clear. He couldn’t do anything without these creatures, these pokemon. Much as he disliked working with people, having things work for him was perfectly acceptable in his mind. Indeed, animals; however smart they might be, were far more pleasant an idea than attempting to build up a collection of people who would follow orders.

He didn’t like owing the woman, either. Back in Shibuya? Sure, he’d take advantage of people - although in his own way he paid them back. Megaphone for microphone, for instance. It was even more important in a strange world to keep the equations balanced. Here he was out of his depth, and while he was certain that he’d figure it out soon enough - he didn’t know enough. Not yet. Having someone else to hand while he figured it out? Well, it wasn’t that much different than making a Pact. He’d follow her around and learn alongside this person who, for whatever reason, had nursed him back to health until there was a reason not to do so, and he’d pay her back so that other people looking at him wouldn’t see a sponge unwilling to pull his weight.

He was going to be the fucking best, whatever it took...and he knew that it was going to take a hell of a lot of work. He was many things, was Minamimoto Sho, but lazy wasn’t one of them. A plan of attack; create the best possible team and claw his way to the top of the ranking while looking for a way home. Use this woman to make things easier. Be the best. He’d adjust as he needed to, he wasn’t the kind of person to stick to one plan if something better came along.

These thoughts in mind, Sho was making his way around the town carefully as he worked to rebuild his stamina after so long sick. Sure, RZF was fretting when she wasn’t trying to steal from pockets (his or passers by) but the ex-Reaper was determined.

He'd talk to anyone who wanted to talk, though. It'd be a nice break from walking.

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When she'd come back to the room and found the bed empty, and did not find a rambling, feverish madman in the hallways of the inn terrorizing guests, Belphe rightly assumed that Sho must be feeling better.

Which meant that her self-imposed obligation of making sure he did not die was complete. He had lent her pants, after all...

The pants in question were folded neatly on the room's bed where he could easily find them in favor of the warmer winter outfit she'd picked out for herself yesterday in preparation for travel and, with that, she considered their ways to be officially parted. Her few belongings had been divided between her backpack and the supply satchel currently around Hades' neck, as she paused on the outskirts of the city, eyes fixated on her Gear's screen as she studied the road that would lead her to the next town.

He did actually consider just letting her go. After all, nobody could blame him if she walked out before he had a chance to pay her back.

That lasted about three hours, before the Eevees started whimpering. Then he started to reconsider. By hour five, when they'd been screaming for forty-five minutes he packed up and staggered out along the path that RZF skittered along, leading the way. The two screaming Eevee were tucked into the front of his coat.

When he finally caught up with her he flung the trousers that he'd been carrying at the back of Belphe's head, to the accompanying cries of "Eevee! EEVEE!" as the babies saw 'mommy'.

"... ... ... ... ..."

Her gait abruptly froze as the garment fwopped itself against the cage of her skull. And for a long moment, she just stood like that, the pants draping themselves around her shoulders like some sort of boa.

What did he want now?

"Yes...?" she asked, finally turning back to look at him, and the near-hysterical eevees in his coat.

"They won't stop crying." Make them stop crying. he explained, swaggering up next to her and ignoring the trousers as though everyone wore such things as scarves.

Little Eevee paws waved wildly as they got closer to Belphe.

"Perhaps you ought to train with them more." was her answer. Nonetheless, she offered a hand to the distraught little creatures as he drew near enough, stroking their heads reassuringly.

"It isn't as if I can stay here just to keep them quiet."

"Planning on it." the teen said as the Eevees bumped their heads into her hand and squeaked happily, "Better to travel with you, though. 2 > 1 for learning the area, & keeping ⊽ & ⊼ want us both."

A dark brow arched at the proposal to keep traveling with her. As she recalled, it hadn't worked out very well last time, and they'd only been on the road for three days.

"It will take a week to reach the next town." she informed him, seeing if it might dissuade him. "Assuming we have little downtime during the trip. As someone who was recently ill, downtime ought to be valuable to you."

Had he even brought supplies? The haphazard way everything seemed thrown together on him, it looked as if he'd just grabbed what was in the room and come running.

He'd bought supplies! Pissed that she hadn't kept the money, but he did buy supplies with it anyway.

"I'm fine now. Better to be on my way & train than to stay in town & train. Also? ⊽ & ⊼." You cannot argue with the baby Eevees, Belphe.

No, she really couldn't. Or, at least, it was much harder to argue with crying balls of fluff than it was with a demented human calculator.

She offered no formal invitation to join forces. She merely started to walk again, grabbing the pants by one leg and pulling them from her shoulders. "I had worked with them a bit while you were down. It should be easier for you to train them now."

The continuation of the conversation, at least, seemed to her expectation that he'd be right behind her, and thus her acceptance of the presented proposition.

"Yes." he agreed, stretching his legs to amble along beside her rather than behind her. "They were showing me, until they realised you were not coming back." Then the screaming started.

Yes.

"They are versatile things. They will be able to evolve into many different forms." He got some curious cheeping about that, and petted ⊽ gently.

"I haven't read about them much." she admitted, folding the pants over across her arm and handing them back to him. She was not going to wear them across her shoulders for the duration of the walk, sorry.

"Have you decided which you'll try first?"

He accepted the pants, and then started trying to shove them in her backpack. It was the symbol of their partnership! DO NOT DENY THE PANTS!

"Umbreon & Jolteon." Sho said with a firm nod, "Reminds me of what I was." The two Eevees chortled softly to each other as Sho talked about the Eeveelutions.

RZF was catching up with Beelze. Trainers, man.

"Huu...? They remind you of being a reaper?"

Beelze the Munchlax, finally having acquired a proper name somewhere during their stay in Cherrygrove, was busily finishing off the bag of crisps Belphe had allowed her to have as a reward for not making a scene while they'd gone shopping for a week's worth of rations. Though she offered her two cents here and there as RZF chatted.

It generally amounted to everything RZF had missed while she'd been cooped up in that room the last while. So many battles, man.

"Similar power-sets." Sho said, patting his Eevees again, "Also I looked kind of like Jolteon, only black. & bipedal. & less cute."

"....you were a creature?" she asked, wondering if she was understanding correctly. It would not be the strangest thing she'd ever heard of by any stretch, but it might explain a few things about his behavior.

"Sometimes." he said quietly, running his hand along the bill of his hat, "Leo Cantus, the singing lion." There was a pause, then he informed her, "Stupid name, I can't sing for shit." Happily his ego didn't give a shit about being able to sing.

It got a thin smile out of her, at any rate.

"This board must have a rule against that as well."

His animal form, not his singing.

"Miss it." he admitted with a sigh, "Not as much as other things, but it was good to be that powerful."

"If its a consolation, you're not the only one doing without." she assured him

The instant response, bitten back due to knowing that having her around was useful, was I don't care about anyone else. Instead he shrugged, "Not really. Just means more people feel uncomfortable."

"At least, if we make enemies here, they're no better off than we are."

She had yet, of course, to encounter anyone protected by high-level pokemon. But even pokemon, she imagined, could only protect their master so much from someone truly determined to cut them to pieces.

Good thing in her world she did the cutting.

"Assumption." Sho said, holding up a finger, "We only know that we have < usual powers. Not everyone may be in the same boat."

"If that were the case, then they would not need these pokemon to help them, and it would defeat the seeming point of this game."

A hand reached out to place itself on Hades' muzzle and pet it, as the ponyta endured the attention with a snort, seeming to wish these humans had four legs like he did. They were NEVER going to get to get there at this rate. Walking was for chumps.

"It's not paranoia if they are out to get you." Sho pointed out, "SOHCAHTOA! We don't have the variables yet. It's too zetta early to make assumptions. Do this smart," okay, maybe he was showing off a bit, "1st gather data. 2nd correlate it & determine connections & trends. 3rd set up controlled experiments to test theories. 4th develop a working hypothesis & go from there.

"Last, take over." He skipped a few steps. Sue him.

Red eyes lit up in bemusement, despite the fact his math rambles had long-since worn out their intrigue for her, having been subject to them the last span of days.

"Oh? You think you'll conquer this world?"