[Video/Action for Violet City]

[yoctogram]

[The video is a little shaky for a moment, then settles down. There is a small pile of clothing in the middle of the street on top of the burnt remnants of the bed that Belphe's Snorlax busted, safely away from everything else, and encircled by five out of Sho's six pokemon. Sho, himself, is also visible with his black hand counting out beats before the Flareon gets pointed at.]

[He gleefully sets the pile of clothing on fire, which leads to the rest of the team; two Eevees, a Liepard in a black hat, a pissy looking Luxray, and the Flareon hopping back into position, beginning a backwards and forwards moving circle dance around the cheerfully burning clothing.]

[Sho is cackling like the madman that he really is and calling the count of the dance. The sharp of eye may have noticed, before the clothing went up, that it was all very distressingly boring, female clothing.]

Comments

[yoctogram]

I'm not human!

[ugh.]

I'm a Reaper.

...She's not human either. Used to uniforms. Half-uniforms.

[artofthestress]

Isn't one who reaps a profession, rather than a species?

[yoctogram]

N-

Y-

Both. [It's complicated]

If I don't Erase a certain number of Players, I die. It's like food, kind of.

[artofthestress]

I see. [ She doesn't. ]

Er... you don't eat people, do you?

[yoctogram]

[Hmm. What was the best, most truthful answer to that?]

Not any more.

[artofthestress]

Eurgh! How terribly revolting!

[yoctogram]

It was better than dying. Again.

[Sho just shrugged at her expression. He did what he had to do.]

[artofthestress]

Self-preservation is all very well and good, but that can't be palatable at all!

[yoctogram]

It wasn't really a taste kind of thing? I never ⧴ chewed on people or anything.

...Not that I remember, anyway.

[taps his hat brim once]

Kind of a ⧢ in there.

[artofthestress]

A what now? Did you... eat people through your hat, or something?


[ what are those symbols ]

[yoctogram]

[Those are maths symbols that make about as much sense in context as burning his only friend's clothing. Yup.]

No. I am missing a lot of memories. My hat is just an awesome hat.

[artofthestress]

I'm afraid I can't argue with you there. I would simply love to design a coat to go with it!

[yoctogram]

I have one!

[Much more cheerfully, moving the 'Gear back so that she can see it in all it's glory.]

Trousers are kind of a mess, though. Haven't found anything with comparable def to replace them yet.

[artofthestress]

Well, I ... couldn't promise anything immediately, as my supply of fabric is really rather limited. But once I am in better stock, I might be able to fix something up for you.

[yoctogram]

I'm not in a hurry. I've been wearing these since...before the last 2x I died. I think. Except for when they're getting washed.

[artofthestress]

Please tell me you wash them with at least some frequency.

[yoctogram]

Of course!

[He doesn't like dirt. He really doesn't. Especially not now that it reminds him of, shudder, nature.]

Whenever I have the chance!