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Post by DataNinja on Oct 17, 2016 16:37:15 GMT
At Bunnie's response, Christine visibly pales. "I don't care if it turns out to be a Nidoran, or Growlithe, or something else. Give it to Bones, he's good with eggs, and come with me." She turns to Scrimshaw, and inquires urgently. "Do you have anywhere I can set up and give her a diagnostic? God, I knew I should have done this earlier, I'm such an idiot." Looking back at Bunnie, she asks emphatically. "When did this happen? Before or after you took the purgative Cecil gave you? And have you had any other unusual signs?" Damn it, damn it, damn it... this is so far outside of my expertise I need a map. How does a human laying an egg even work? How far gone do you have to be? And how the hell is she so calm about it?
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Post by David Hilm on Oct 17, 2016 16:48:34 GMT
"Oh for the love of... I should have known better than to say that."
Bunnie takes Christine by the hand and smiles, holding back a fit of laughter.
"Christie, its ok, really. I found the egg the morning after we fought off the yellow jackets. I'm fine. If anything strange was going on, you'd be the first I tell, swear it."
Bunnie places a hand to her chest as she makes her promise, still holding back a laugh at the reaction she got.
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Post by DataNinja on Oct 18, 2016 2:47:34 GMT
Christine stops and swivels around in mid-panic, and gives a long hard stare at Bunnie, before letting out a shuddering breath that she didn't know she'd be holding, after realizing exactly what Bunnie meant. "Don't... don't do that... okay? Please don't... especially not after... what you told us about at Cindy's." She clasps the girl's hand tight, looking right into her eyes. "Regardless," she says after a moment, perhaps not entirely convinced, "I'm doing that checkup tonight. On everyone."
Calming herself down - more or less - she continues with "You should probably give the egg to Bones anyways. Of anyone that we have here, human or Pokémon, he's the hardiest. I am not taking any chances, at least not until whatever comes out gets caught."
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Post by Slytherclaw on Oct 18, 2016 4:02:56 GMT
Amber is silent as she takes in the sudden rush of information. "Pre-Cataclysm? Does that mean psychics aren't licensed anymore? They sound a bit--" She trails off, glancing over at Bunnie as the girl starts rummaging in her bag. The egg is not at all what she's expecting and she frowns at it.
"So they come from eggs, huh?" She mutters absently as she watches and waits.
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Post by Lockdown on Oct 18, 2016 12:33:45 GMT
Scrimshaw lets out a dusty chuckle at Bunnie's quip, before looking over at Christine. "No need to stress m'dear, most mon are fairly tame when first hatched. Takes em a few weeks or months to learn how to be nasty. And some are downright tame even then. Like I said before, they were intended as pets to start with, and not everything was considered suitable for being weaponized. S'also why they all come from eggs I guess; makes em easy to move around before they're properly born; and they can get some impression of what's goin' on in the outside world through the shell. Saw some articles about "pre-trainin'" whatever the hell that means, gist seemed to be that a mon in an egg can still learn and absorb experience before hatching." He turns to look at Amber as the egg begins to crack and shake, brief flashes of yellow and cream-colored scales becoming visible along with... feathers?
"To answer your question about psychics, they're not regulated as such, but that's mainly 'cause there's no real government anymore. Some settlements don't trust em though. Same as some don't trust ghost types. Might require you to declare if you've got any mon on ya that are "contraband"."
There's a final series of cracks as the eggshell shatters, revealing a small, fat serpent. It's patterned in cream and yellow with stripes of sky blue, and a pair of stubby little wings on its back. Its eyes seem to be closed, but it wriggles, lifting its head as if looking around. The most outstanding feature however is the fact that its short tail ends in a large drill-shaped spine. The little creature seems very trusting, curling towards the closest person for warmth and hissing lightly.
Scrimshaw's eyebrows go up. "Well now, that's interesting. Ain't seen a Dunsparce 'round these parts in a zigzagoon's age."
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Post by David Hilm on Oct 18, 2016 15:25:02 GMT
As the Pokemon rubs against Bunnie, she eyes it suspiciously.
"I don't know what I was expecting but I can say with certainty it wasn't this."
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Post by DataNinja on Oct 18, 2016 16:35:02 GMT
"Well that's... something, I suppose..." Christine says as she hears the explanation about the eggs. When the egg hatches, she continues with, "...and so is that. I know you called it a Dunsparce but... what is it?"
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Post by Robot on Oct 18, 2016 21:26:53 GMT
"Cindy is easy on the eyes." Cecil commented in a relaxed tone, it would be in very poor tact to get reactionary to what could have been any number of things. It had been delivered in the same way as the rest of Lucien's dialogue, but Cecil couldn't help but feel a little protective of the woman. Quietly he thanked the cigarette for it's calming effects, the 'dream smoke' as Lucien had called it, curbing his temper enough to prevent them from coming at odds over Cecil's woman.
That thought sparked something, and his attention seemed drawn away from his benefactor for a moment. Cindy was Trehan's, not his, but he wanted her all the same. There were a lot of things that Cecil wanted, but couldn't have, some color reaching his face as his thoughts wandered back to Emila. Rejection left a bitter taste that even the smoke had a hard time covering, and his eyes wandered to Luce's Pokemon. Size had some indication of power, from what he'd understood so far. It was a lot bigger then many he'd seen.
"At any rate, time is money friend." The boy finally spoke up. "I've told you what I need, and I know you're savvy enough to make it happen. I'll get out of your hair and let you get back to running your fine establishment."
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Post by Lockdown on Oct 19, 2016 0:01:40 GMT
Lucien lets out a dark chuckle. "Time is caps indeed my friend. If you ever feel like exchanging the former for the latter here, feel free to drop by. I'll have a talk with some people."
He waves Cecil away negligently, turning his attention to some papers on his desk. However you feel the eyes of the large strange cephalopod on your back, even once you've left the brothel. Your attention is taken up by a familiar sight though. You see Kat, looking freshly cleaned and smiling slightly to herself, Rosco on her shoulder. She seems to be headed in the direction of her home.
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Post by Robot on Oct 19, 2016 0:14:55 GMT
Grinding the butt of his cigarette out on the fence post as he left Lucien's yard, he started off after her. The fuck had that thing been? Unnerving as hell, that much was for sure, it unsettled him in ways Lucien couldn't. The deal hadn't gone bad, but he hadn't exactly gotten assurance his machinations would be set into motion. There was also a good chance that Luce would try to screw him down the road if he had any idea about the greaser's dealings with Cindy, which could've been inferred from their talk.
The bus waited, Cecil was feeling a wash and a nap. Kat was probably still pissed about his political plays, but there wasn't much to be done about that unless he wanted to give up his share of their goods. Might not be a bad idea, even if Kat didn't take it well, Emila might. He smiled at the thought and rolled his eyes a little, heading for what was now 'home'.
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Post by Slytherclaw on Oct 19, 2016 1:44:19 GMT
Amber listens to the explanation, then lifts Topaz from her lap to eye level.
"No eggs until you're older," She says, squinting at him and letting the others handle the weird...worm...thing.
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Post by Lockdown on Oct 19, 2016 3:00:54 GMT
Scrimshaw continues to chuckle, graduating into outright guffaws at Amber's instruction to the confused looking Topaz. The Dunsparce twists its head to look in the direction of the old man, pressing against Bunnie's midriff as it does so. For something that just hatched from an egg, its scales are already surprisingly smooth and dry, the feathers starting to fluff as it wiggles its wings every now and then, inadvertently ticking the girl.
"Hehehee... I ain't laughed that hard in ages. But to answer yer question, Dunsparce are actually Normal typed mon. They eat roots, berries and herbs; an use their funny lookin' tails to dig away from trouble faster n' you can blink. Heard that some folks like to use em for irrigation and turning the soil in farming settlements. Thing is though, they're rare. Tend to spook easy and go to ground quick. Most folks try to find the eggs, raise em from the time they get hatched. They get bigger too, a lot bigger. One of you ladies can probably ride round on that fella once he's got his full growth." He gestures with his mug at the foot-long serpent that's watching him warily.
"Heh, now that the excitement is over, is there anything else I can do fer you ladies?"
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Post by DataNinja on Oct 19, 2016 3:15:51 GMT
Making sure to keep at least one eye on the... Dunsparce... and ready to get Bones to intervene if anything unfortunate happened, Christine asks, "so, you mentioned about 'types', and how it's like a rock-paper-scissors. Could you elaborate on that more? How everything matches up?"
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Post by Lockdown on Oct 19, 2016 3:30:08 GMT
Scrimshaw chuckles a bit. "To be honest it's rather involved, and even I'm not sure I know it right. But I'd heard you lot had taken up with Miss Kat. The lady knows combat, so I'd advise asking her for a detailed rundown."
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Post by DataNinja on Oct 19, 2016 3:35:25 GMT
"Alright, I'll do that," she says, nodding. Another thing to add to the checklist, along with the checkups. "Thank you."
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Post by Slytherclaw on Oct 19, 2016 4:16:16 GMT
Amber taps her bottom lip, thinking. "You said there were things we could do to earn more credit in the future, but you wanted us to be able to prove our abilities, right? What would that mean?"
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Post by Lockdown on Oct 19, 2016 15:29:55 GMT
"Mmmm... well, if you're headed out West, there's a... penpal of sorts I suppose, that lives on the outskirts of Bell's View. Unfortunately, I haven't heard from her in several months, and I'm starting to get worried. With the lack of caravans coming through, I think something's happening. If you could get to Bell's View and investigate what's happened to her, or at least let her know I'm alive, that would be more than enough proof to me that you can handle dangerous work and places. I'd be willing to share some of the Old World points of interest that still might be around that my research has turned up. If you're interested, her name is Maria Hernandez."
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Post by Seya on Oct 20, 2016 3:54:22 GMT
A sharp barking in Kat's ear caused her to turn in spot, eyes scanning to pick out who of interest Rosco might have alerted her to. It took her a moment to find Cecil in the crowd; the boy already fit in so well among the surface dwellers. It made something inside her hurt. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why.
"Oi," she said at last, sidling up beside him with a grin and bumping against his shoulder. "Where'd the girls run off to? Here I was thinkin' you'd cut off your own hand before lettin' them outta your sight again."
Rosco chirps and hops to Cecil's shoulder and back.
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Post by Robot on Oct 20, 2016 14:49:09 GMT
"Couple places they could be. Cindy's for new clothes for Bun, that nutter junker's about the jalopy, Scrim's, or at market. Spent a fair bit talking to Emila, then Luce." Cecil fell into step beside Kat. "She's of the same mindset as you, they need a wakeup call something fierce. Offered a few people for them to talk to about what mercy gets you up here."
Hands in his pockets, Cecil was more relaxed and withdrawn then usual, almost seemed to be in a sleepy sort of daze. "Anyway, asked her if it came to execution if you could deal with Annie yourself, figured it was pretty important to you."
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Post by Seya on Oct 21, 2016 14:24:01 GMT
Kat chews on her tongue for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Thanks. And I'm glad she sees the same way about the wake-up call... ain't sayin' your ladies are particularly breakable or nothin', but I don't want it to come too late, y'know?" She sighs. "Christine in particular strikes me as stubborn as a cranidos--er, that is.. ah, forget it. Just stubborn I guess. But even docs up here gotta be realistic."
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