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Ribbit No. 001 | Action

[There is a rather large Froakie -- and perhaps with a greener tinge than is ordinary, for those familiar with the species -- looking up at the Agricultural Tower. He's staring up at it, with a sheathed Honedge in hand. It's... well, it's bigger than he is tall.]

[Frog stares up at it for a moment, before he sighs.]

How does one hope to get food out of that?

[The question is to everyone and no one at once. This is no ordinary Froakie, either. He's wearing a dark brown cloak. And... armor. After a moment, though, a fly floats by. Until his tongue whips out, and he eats it.]

[Crunch.]

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[Well that's certainly something. Something indeed. That's quite the Pokemon, talking like that. Must be a shifter, but of a species she doesn't know? Huh. Well then.

Lucca wanders up with a grin on her face.]

Well, you grow food inside it. And then take it out?

[Frog actually stares at Lucca for a second. He remembers her from Caldera -- of course, it was a long time ago (and feels longer for him) -- and he's not prone to admit who he is. But, there's an awkward moment.]

Aye, it... seems simple enough. It is for sale, then?

[That could be a problem.]

[The stare, coupled with the cadence to the voice actually made Lucca a little bit uncomfortable. She shifted her weight, looking more into Frog's eyes]

Sale, yeah. It's for sale. But you might be better off getting food from a restaurant.

Want me to show you? There's a great Calderan shop just around the way.

[When Frog realizes that he was staring, he stops. That's rude and hardly becoming of who he should be. He does meet her eyes, though, and nods.]

Aye, that would be good. I haven't had food that didn't come from the marsh in more days than I care to name.

[He means bugs. He eats bugs.]

Good, c'mon then.

[She turns and heads towards the next street, setting an easy pace for the two of them. She gets what you mean, dude.]

Do I...know you from somewhere? You seem kinda familiar somehow.

Mm...

[He's following, quiet as ever (and that's not new; Glenn was a quiet boy, too). But, he turns and looks at her after a moment's thought.]

[It feels cruel to admit the truth.]

Do I remind you of someone?

I dunno. Maybe? I mean, I don't know many talking frogs. But...

[She shoves her hands into her pockets, thinking.]

Your voice sounds familiar, I guess. I dunno.

Mm. I met a man from Caldera. [He feels guilty, but... not for lying. He doesn't see it as lying. After all... as far as he's concerned, the boy that Glenn was is long dead.]

T'was thanks to him that I learned all I know and met Masamune.

Masamune? ... [Lucca looks a little puzzled. Extremely puzzled in fact. This is starting to bother her, making her feel like something's really off.]

What was this man named?

He used several, as men do when they rise to prominence.

[A moment's hesitation. His trusted friend had a few -- nicknames, mostly, when they were just street rats. ~~Plausible deniability in case he's ever applied for I mean what.~~]

But... in the Battalion, some of his comrades called him Sir Cyrus. You knew of him?

Cyrus? Yes. Yes I knew him.

[She had respected him greatly. He'd been a hero, in a way, a figure even the smartass Lucca looked up to.]

You knew him? Where from? He's...been missing for some time now. I was...actually my detachment went looking for him and his squad after they went missing.

Aye...? Truly?

[Frog's hand moves, idly, to Masamune's hilt. Then, he pulls the Honedge -- sheath and all -- up to demonstrate to Lucca.]

...He and his squadron fell in battle with the magus. I witnessed it with mine own eyes.

Truly.

[Lucca watches the blade, curious...though something dances in her eyes. Recognition, maybe?]

You were there? You...were with his squad?

Aye. [ribbit] I was called Glenn, then.

[And he wasn't a Froakie.]

...Glenn...

[Lucca stops. The thing in her hand, probably a bag, drops to the ground.]

I remember you. Holy...hells, what happened?!

I wasn't struck down. But... that magus saw fit to curse me with this form.

[He frowns, but nods at her.]

I snuck away after. And recovered Masamune.

Ah. I...see.

[Lucca looks down at him, and offers her hand out.]

I'm sorry, Glenn. That's...I don't really even know what to say. But if there's something I can do, I'll help. I mean, I'll find a way to undo this.

[He takes the offered hand. Frog squeezes it, once, but then he releases it.]

It's not you that owes me an apology, Lucca -- and nor would I accept one from the magus. I won't deny you, if your work might help... but there is one certain way to make this right.

[He motions to Masamune, with his hand.]

[She squeezes back]

Yeah. He has to be stopped. I...hell, I'm going to be with you when you do. Nobody gets away with turning someone I like into a Pokemon.

[But...]

But, should I still call you Glenn? Is that what you want?

That, I can't argue with. [He smiles as much as a Froakie can smile. It's, uh, a little weird looking.]

Mm. Glenn died that day, too, I think. I've taken the name Frog, instead.

[ribbit]

It fits.

[Lucca nods solemnly, and shakes her head. With a half turn, she pulls Frog into a one armed hug. He's a dead man, after all, she should pay respects with her own ghoulish sense of humor.]

Well, then let me get you some Calderan grub. You got a place to stay? I assume you mean to base out of Union.

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[Frog hugs Lucca back -- it's a little hesitant, but. Then, he nods, once.]

Aye, I found a domicile. It's... [It's a hole in the forest. Does he say this? It sounds terrible. But it's comfortable.]

...'tis something that suits my needs, in this new form.

Good. [She doesn't really have room, with Jack and all that.]

Food though, you have a preference?

I've spent no time in Union at all, sad to say. Do you have a suggestion?

[He can't suggest bugs. Nope.]

Well, they do good soup? Do you like tomato?

Mm, aye. A good tomato soup does a mind and body good.

[serious frog is serious]

Then let's do that. There's a place round the way. C'mon...Frog.

[That was weird to say, but hey, you know? She'd get used to it.]

[He's not totally used to it yet. But... being called Glenn feels wrong. He nods, then he starts forward, too.]

You have my thanks, Lucca.

[Not just for the food, but... the rest. For understanding. Frog starts walking/hopping, sliding Masamune back over his shoulder.]

[And a splendid meal is had by all!

ooc: hope you don't mind, food threads :(]

[ooc: totally cool with me! eating threads are a thing, it's true!]

My grandmother always said that a man must know his roots, so why don't we find out?

[ And Tendou's just going to walk into the Agricultural Tower without an invitation. He does that. ]

Can one truly just barge in?

[Frog hops after, a little cautiously.] They might think us rogues.

Are you a rogue?

[ He smirks, already knowing the answer to that question. ]

You have nothing to worry about. They are far too busy to worry about a couple of visitors.

No, I am hardly a rogue. Aye, I am a man of honor.

[He stares up at it.] Then let us look. Your name? They call me... Frog.

[Hey it works.]

I am the man who walks the path of heaven, who will stand over all.

[ He points up to the sky, explaining the meaning of his name most literally. ]

Tendou Souji. Now then, Frog, let us sally forth!

[What. The man who... what?]

...I see. I am a simple warrior, nothing more.

[He can roll with it. Grand proclamations are nothing.]

Lead the way. I will guard the rear.

People who call themselves simple are rarely that, I find.

[ But he doesn't probe further. He knows all he needs to for now, and is more than happy to leave it at that. ]

I'm not sure what you'll need to guard us from, but feel free.

[ He pushes open the doors to the tower and steps inside. The front of the ground floor is dedicated to reception, deliveries, and wholesalers. There aren't any farms yet, just a lot of people bringing boxes of vegetables around. ]

[What a coincidence, another Pokémon carrying a Honedge is nearby...although it's actually a Doublade carrying half of herself...look, it's complicated.]

[She's all set to launch into a detailed explanation, since this confused her too, but then he snaps up that fly.]

Er...*ahem*

Are you sure that's going to be a problem for you, sir?

Mm? Ah, these. [snap goes the tongue and he gets another fly]

Aye, 'tis a way to feed myself... but I'll need many and more flies to truly feel satiated. 'Tis better to enjoy a hearty meal, is it not?

That's a sentiment I can certainly agree with. Berries were quite unsatisfying for similar reasons.

At any rate, however, getting food from the agricultural tower to a plate is a long process that usually involves several people. It's best to seek out a friend or a restaurant who will prepare the food for you.

I see... then all of the food is raw?

[The Froakie frowns. He isn't happy about that.]

Aye, 'tis better to have a restaurant, then. Or to have it cooked. I haven't cooked in a time.

This is where the raw food is, although some of the restaurants cluster around the lower levels.

[She thinks]

I can't say I've ever cooked, myself. I take it you started as a human, then, and not a Froakie.

Aye, I did. But... you haven't cooked? How can that be?

I began my life...or afterlife, anyway, as a Honedge, not in this form. On the occasion I actually needed to eat, foraging was sufficient, and most of what I could manage without hands.

Truly? A Honedge? And then you learned to achieve this form?

[She nods.]

I'm still not quite certain what caused it, but one day I could take the shape of a human girl. I took it as an opportunity to journey here and learn what the humans of Union might know about the situation.

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spinning yarn!

we'll make a sweater!!

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THAT ICON HAH!

It's perfect somehow.

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...dreamwidth notifications failed me D:

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