[Action/Video] | First Bite

[biteoutofcrime]

[Action:]

[The little Poochyena comes out after sundown, when the city's shadows mute the bright gold of his fur some. He sniffs the air, growls thoughtfully, and then sets off to explore his old haunts with a quiet Zubat flapping after him. They stop at several buildings in the Business and Entertainment Districts, but only stay long enough to circle the storefronts a couple times, taking in the new scents and sounds.

It's in Ninetails Vale that the Poochyena finally slows and sits on his haunches. The Zubat squeaks a question in Pokemon speech as he scratches his ear with his hind paw.]

Nah. Just thinking.

[He settles in to watch the street, looking for all the world like a puppy waiting for his best friend to come home.]

[Video:]

Oi.

[It's a gruff greeting, and while the young man on the feed has a rosy-cheeked, childlike face, his expression is more frowny than friendly.]

I noticed a lot of newcomers been trickling in to stay since all that shit with Gigas and the Citadel this summer.

[That is definitely not the kind of language that should be coming out of a face that cute.]

If you need help settling in--place to stay, something to do--get in touch. Name's Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. I'm around.

((OOC: And here's a permissions post for anyone who needs it!))

Comments

[roadroller]

[SHRUG!!]

I was just saying. That's basically where we are now?

[spins camera around. Do you see all this science in the background. Wow.]

Guy who owns this woke us up, but I think we're more than he expected to take on. He has bad taste in snacks, too. That's why we wanna find our own place as soon as possible! ♪

[biteoutofcrime]

[Ew, science. Gross.]

You and another kid, yeah? Sure, I can find you something. But what do you mean someone woke you up? Were you sleeping on the streets?

[roadroller]

[whoops, said too much. Well, not like they were keeping this secret, anyway.]

Mmm... I guess you could say that. More like under them. Also the sleep was permanent. ♪

[biteoutofcrime]

....

...What?

[roadroller]

Let me just be blunt - we weren't homeless, we were dead. They found us in what they call the Old City. I guess we used to live there.... before you ask how that's possible: We're robots. Built to last, you know. ♪

[biteoutofcrime]

[Oh, wow. His eyebrows shoot up, then lower again.]

No way. I don't know what you're trying to pull, pipsqueak, but that's impossible. The Old City fell something like five centuries ago, nothing from then works anymore.

[roadroller]

Pipsqueak? You're one to talk!

Besides, I can prove it! Can a normal human do THIS? ♪

[Rin then sings a note and proceeds to hold it for as long as it will take for Kuzuryuu to believe it was inhumanly possible.]

[biteoutofcrime]

[He listens for a while with an unimpressed frown, but his eyes gradually widen.]

Wha--what the fuck! All right, I get it, enough!

[roadroller]

[and she stops, just like that. She doesn't even look winded at all, but she does look smug.]

Heh. Looks like my voice still works just fine. ♪