55 Days till Halloween [4th WALL] [Action] Goldenrod

[quickattackjack]

[Another one of these, was it?]

[The old skeleton has been in Johto for four long years. This is nothing new. With all the madness around him, he's determined to have a nice day! Fleshless as ever, yet still dressed in easily identifiable clothes by those who know him, Jack sits at an outdoor Goldenrod cafe table and flips through his 'gear to see what there is to see.]

[His Murkorw, Edgar, perches on the back of the chair across from him and preens herself.]

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[likescats]

[Hey Jack. Have another skeleton wandering around. There seems to be a Glameow following him. Oh hey you might be able to help him so he'll walk over]

GOOD AFTERNOON. YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO BE THE DEATH OF THIS WORLD WOULD YOU? I'M AFRAID I'VE SOMEHOW BEEN TAKEN AWAY FROM MY OWN.

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack glances up momentarily from his gear, then turns his attention back to it. Then he does a classic, cartoon double-take and straightens up in his seat. He can feel the importance rolling off of this skeleton.]}

No, sir, I'm afraid there is no death here...besides Yourself.

[lamortenoir]

[ Seems like you're attracting Deaths today, Jack. Have this one coughing slightly as he strides out of a nearby alleyway, dusting himself off with a pidove flying after him. ]

Honestly. This is possibly the fourth time in two days.

[ But there's a pause as he catches sight of Jack because... he... can't be alive... ]

You seem rather unperturbed despite the situation we have at hand.

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[premiumheaven]

[Hello, Jack! Have a curious Tifa looking you over.]

Well, I believe I've never seen someone quite like you before.

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[quickattackjack]

_{[The skeleton glances up from his 'gear and gives Tifa a polite nod.]}

Oh, I'm nothing unusual. Everyone looks like this on the inside!

[quickattackjack]

_{[The skeleton glances up from his social media scrolling and looks around.]}

I'm not sure I'd call it a situation exactly...it's more like very unusual rain. I'm just glad no part of me has gone missing this time. Do you need any help?

[lamortenoir]

Rain, you say?

[ A small frown. The bit about parts missing concerns him though. Last thing he wants is to wake up and find his arm has glitched itself all the way to the League. But have a further pause at that question. ]

Only in identifying who is responsible, if possible. I don't quite take kindly to being spirited away and having my personal effects taken from me.

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack shrugs his bony shoulders.]}

I don't know anyone who likes it. Some of us have been here for years, but I assure you it isn't usually this... wild.

_{[He points to the colorful school bus sporting a face that soars overhead and disappears around a corner.]}

[lamortenoir]

[ !! ]

What in Death's name--

[ Momentary surprise over when the bus disappears though. ]

And... how long have you been here...?

[quickattackjack]

_{[The skeleton watches to make sure that bus is good and gone before turning his attention back to Death.]}

Four long Halloweens.

[lamortenoir]

[ 'Scuse him. He's still trying to get over the bus. ]

That is far longer than I feel one must spend incarcerated in a separate world.

[ A pause. ]

I apologize. In my distress, I had failed to ask for your name, sir.

[quickattackjack]

Don't worry about it!

_{[He offers his hand and stands up, finally tucking the 'gear into his pocket. Maybe it would be best to lead this man somewhere safe like a Pokemon Center until all this ruckus is over...]}

Jack Skellington.

[lamortenoir]

[ It's a bit odd shaking hands with a skeleton, really. ]

William T. Spears of London's Grim Reaper Dispatch Department. A pleasure. I haven't been here quite as long as you have, I'm afraid.

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack lets out a whistle. Some how.]}

That's quite a title, sir, I am impressed! I have such good memories of London! I'll be honest, I miss Earth something dreadful. Why don't we get out of this weather? There's a Center not a block from here.

[lamortenoir]

A title that comes with its fair share of responsibility. I can only imagine how my subordinates are carrying on without me.

[ The Center is sounding like a good idea right now, actually. ]

I would wager Aristotle has had quite enough of this appearing and disappearing against our will. If you would be so kind, Mister Skellington.

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[premiumheaven]

[She laughs]

That's true! You're a tall fellow, though! I'm guessing you look more....fleshy on the normal days.

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack wastes no time in leading Death to the bright and (slightly more) safe confines of the Pokemon Center. It's bustling with people and pokemon alike all lined against the windows to watch the madness outside.]}

If you want my advice, Mr. Spears, you'll stay in here for the rest of the day. The coffee they have isn't fantastic, but it won't kill you.

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[quickattackjack]

When I'm here, yes. I'll be honest with you, though, having skin and all that comes with it is a lot of extra trouble.

[lamortenoir]

[ It seems to be the logical thing to do at the moment so he'll comply. ]

I suppose it would all depend on whether or not whatever is in charge of this entire fracas will allow us a moment's peace.

At any rate... [ A small bow from the waist. The pidove that settles on William's shoulder does the same. ]

Aristotle and I thank you for your assistance, sir.

I could have sworn I'd tagged this! /face palm

[likescats]

[Have a nod then]

I SEE. WOULD YOU KNOW WHAT WORLD THIS IS THEN? IT CANNOT BE PART OF THE DISC.

[quickattackjack]

I like to call it Pokemon Town myself, but...the country you're in is called Johto. I couldn't tell you if it were round or flat, I'm afraid.

[likescats]

[There is a pause. He thinks it over as the cat like pokemon just sits next to him. Then.]

YOU HAVEN'T HAPPENED TO SEE A MAN IN A WIZARDS HAT RUN BY RECENTLY THEN?

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack shakes his head.]}

I've seen a lot of unusual things this morning, but no wizards.