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[quickattackjack]

Hi there! Wanna thread but don't have time/want to set up a whole post for it?
Does your character just wanna call and shoot the breeze? LET'S DO IT.

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[thedifferencebetween]

Hey there, buddy!

[Jack hasn't forgotten about his promise to give Cancer Bag a makeover. He just needed a couple of days to make the appropriate appointments and figure out what he wanted to do with the guy. He...wow, he was a fixer upper. He looked like something you'd find screaming gibberish in a cave in the middle of nowhere.]

[So here's Jack, calling up Other Jack, all smiles and excitement. He's lounging on a bench in Goldenrod, his fat puppy sprawled in his lap. He never goes anywhere without the Houndour.]

So, you ready for your big day Gramps? Meet me in front of the Goldenrod Department Store, we'll go make you man pretty!

Or...ya'know. As much as we can. We'll do something, it'll be good, it'll be good.

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[quickattackjack]

<sub>[As the days pass, in the very deepest spider-riddled corners of Jack's mind, he's hoped that Other Jack has forgotten about the whole thing entirely.]

[And then his Poke'Gear lights up.]

[He answers, all smiles as well. He is but a feeble old man, grateful for this very fashion forward mastermind's company!!]</sub>

Oh! How wonderful! I'll be there in about an hour.

<sub>[Because it's going to take that long for Jack to write up something like a will, gather up Edgar, his Murkrow, and finally drag himself out the door.]

[He arrives outside the Poke'Mart wearing a Houndour-inspired windbreaker suit and a knitted cap pulled down over his wild tangled hair. Edgar hops along in the snow behind him, pausing occaisonally to flail her wings in the snow and toss it onto her back.]</sub>

Good afternoon, Jack!

_{[He leaned in, pretending to be giddy and conspiratorial.]}

Or should I say boss!

[thedifferencebetween]

Hey there, Gramps!

[About time, geeze. What took so long, it's not like the guy puts much into his appearance. Clearly. If he did, this whole thing wouldn't be necessary.]

Ahhh!

[Handsome Jack shoots a pair of finger guns at the conspirator's whisper.]

Damn right. And look at this, you're getting the perks already!

[Doom Boner slides off of Jack's lap in an oozing sprawl of fur and flab, to sniff curiously at the Murkrow, tongue lolling out. Which leaves Jack free to stand up, stretching to pop his back. The cold doesn't really agree with him here.]

[Mainly because he's fifty years old and lacks access to all the advancements Hyperion had to keep him looking and feeling twenty years younger.]

[quickattackjack]

I'm so lucky!

_{[Jack is so glad he used to teach acting. He bends down to greet Doom Boner with a fond, if not wistful smile. He misses his own Houndour. Edgar doesn't greet the pup so readily. She is a stern old Murkrow and cranes her neck back from Doom Boner's sniffy nose. She lets out a low croak of warning.]}

So! What's first on the agenda?

[thedifferencebetween]

First thing is taking care of that...whatever you call that mess that's your hair. It's like something that should be hanging off a horse's ass, we gotta fix that.

[And it's probably gonna be the easiest thing to take care of.]

I made you an appointment with my girl, she's great. If she can't do anything for you, nobody can.

[D.B whines at the rebuff, flopping down on his belly and looking upwards hopefully. He's just trying to make friends... At least the other human seems to like him.]

28th Jan, A Place to Stay!

[11121_assumption]

Ducking out of the Pokemon Centre as soon as possible, Walter intended to keep off the radar as much as possible. Which meant not spending the night at the Centre; while they welcomed trainers for the night, he did not want to be present when henry showed up for his shift. True to his word to Heather, he had no intention of seeing, talking to or even acknowledging Henry was in this city while he was here.

He had slept rough before but he had the money to fund a night in a hostel or some other guest house. He just needed to find such a place. His wandering through the city, re-establishing his bearings, found him walking up to the Skellington House. It seemed as good as anywhere else to stay. With Reed perched on his shoulder, constantly swiveling his head to get a good look around them, he stepped inside, looking around the entrance way.

[quickattackjack]

An older Murkrow was perched atop an old black rotary phone at the front desk and she eased open an eye when Walter's silhouette filled the door. Ah, she knew him--the one with the mouthy little featherball. She let out a croaky, "Grokk grokk!" sound and settled back down to continue her nap.

She was the desk bell, more or less.

Jack quickly appeared, though he looked...different than Walter might remember. The age lines in his face seemed to have faded mostly and the grey was gone from his hair. And somewhere just under his usual snaggle-toothed grin, he seemed to be ever so slightly in pain as he waved to Walter. Pokemon botox was fucked up. Damn it, Handsome Jack.

"Well isn't this a nice surprise! Come in, come in!"

[11121_assumption]

Walter hadn't seen much of Jack as it were, past occasionally passing him in the Rocket HQ. He seemed non-hostile enough. Better than Handsome Jack, who seemed to rub Walter the wrong way, and far, far better than Felix, who had earned the dubious honour of being Chaos' 'favourite' Rocket. Reed turned his head to the old Murkrow, taking her in, before abruptly turning his head to the man that appeared.

Walter nodded politely to Jack when he appeared. "Is this a hotel?" He asked, wanting to be sure before he started asking about a room. He'd always been confident about Room 302, but that room didn't exist here.

[quickattackjack]

"In a manner of speaking!" Jack soon met Walter, bringing his hands together, happy for both the business and the company. "This is a bed and breakfast--and haunted house. I'm afraid you'll have to book in advance for one of our haunted rooms."

Jack then turned his attention to Reed and his grin only grew. He leaned in, eyes wide. "I've never seen one of you before!"

[11121_assumption]

"I need to stay the night." He didn't really need to book a haunted room. He carried enough ghosts and had been a ghost - almost any room he stayed in was haunted just by him being in it.

Reed preened at the attention, clearly pleased. He bopped his head a little faster, spreading his wings and giving a hoot. Walter lifted a hand and absently pet Reed's chest. "He's a Rowlet, a grass-flying type. I named him Reed."

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[gainedlove]

[As big as Goldenrod is, there are plenty of things that Frisk hasn't found yet. One such thing is a stately old mansion with a wonderfully spooky atmosphere and plenty of ghost Pokemon wandering around the grounds. And a setting like that, well, Frisk can hardly resist poking in to look around!]

[With a Honedge floating along behind, Frisk doesn't even pause for a moment before walking right into the building, and seeing a desk of some sort, they wander right on over.]

Hi there! Um, do I hafta buy a ticket?

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[As soon as Frisk enters the house, they would feel dozens of unseen eyes on them. The desk is worn and draped artistically with spiderwebs (all Jack's doing, he's only been here a few years after all) and is outfitted with a bell and an old-style telephone that Edgar the Murkrow is perched on.]

[The old bird turns and gives Frisk a low croak before turning her attention to the floating sword behind them. She lets out several caws.]</sub>

"Tell your little human that the master of the house is in no state for guests."

[gainedlove]

[Frisk frowns and cants their head to the side in confusion, trying to decide if the Murkrow is asking for scratches or just tired. Soul, however, rattles in her sheath and floats a little closer to Frisk.]

"Your 'master of the house' can come out and tell them theirself!!"

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[Edgar just lets out a dramatic sigh and shifts around on the phone she's perched on before leaning down and pecking the bell once.]

[In a flash, Jack appears, disheveled and wide-eyed. He is a man who has more coffee than blood coursing through his veins and it really shows. His hair isn't pulled back nearly as neatly, the buttons on his suit are a little out of sorts, and his glasses are perched atop his head. Where could they have gone?]</sub>

Well! If it isn't my little warrior! Come back for a rematch, eh?

[gainedlove]

[Frisk's expression brightens when Jack pops out seemingly from nowhere--they recognize him, the sleepy man that sent them gifts before! They giggle and bounce on their heels, beaming with delight.]

I didn't know this is your house! It's so cool, it's all spooky an' fun! --oh, um, I think you...on your head!

[Those glasses look like they might fall at any moment!]

March 30th | video

[exeggutorhead]

[The video doesn't open on Envy's face. No, the video opens on this, sitting on a store shelf.]

Look at this thing. This should be in the haunted house.

[Envy sounds some mix of delighted and horrified.]

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack is cleaning out one of the storage closets in the mansion when his 'gear goes off. When he appears on the screen the old man is grinning from ear to ear.]}

She's perfect! I'll pay you back if you pick it up for me--no matter the cost!

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy turns the camera back to himself, sporting a wide grin of his own.]

Can do, if my travelmates don't smash it in horror before I can send it back to Goldenrod.

What do you think you'll do with it?

[quickattackjack]

Hmmmm

_{[Jack taps his chin, thoughts suddenly drifting elsewhere as a sly smile crosses his face. Leaving it in random places around the base sounded like GREAT fun.]}

Keep her by the front desk, I think.

[exeggutorhead]

What if you tied a string around her and had her drop from the ceiling by the front desk?

[The grin gets wider.]

[Action] 4/6, Rocket Base Cafeteria

[rosehecate]

[It is very, very difficult for Anthy to put the encroaching prom out of her mind. It looms over her head like a storm cloud, rumbling in anticipation of battles and faces and doubt. She had grown to be accepting of her mandatory alignment in this world - a Rocket Grunt was leagues more free than a Rose Bride - and she had stolen a Pokemon once before. Calyx was strange after evolving, sure, but still a friend. Still good. Could she really take friends away from trainers who'd been pulled here from other worlds? Trainers she might have spoken to? Could she do that to Ash or Angel?

She doesn't know. She really doesn't know.

So, while she's quiet, it's not hard to notice the purple head of hair in the sparsely populated cafeteria today as it bobs down. She's leaning on her folded arms, frowning at her untouched lunch like it's a puzzling mystery and not a soggy grilled cheese sandwich.

...Well if that doesn't catch Jack's attention I don't know what will.]

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[It certainly catches somebody's attention.]

[A purple head dusted with yellow spots slowly peeks over the edge of the table. The Purrloin twitches his ears and watches the unhappy grunt for a time before reaching, reeeeeeaching out with a paw, claws extended. He hooks the very tips around the lip of Anthy's tray and starts tugging it towards himself.]

[Sadly he is not as stealthy as he thinks.]</sub>

STICKY PAWS!

<sub>[And here comes Jack, making good time on long scarecrow legs, closing in on them.]

[Sticky Paws lets out a hiss of frustration, scrambles up onto the table, bounces off poor Anthy's head, and scurries away under another table by the time Jack reaches her.]</sub>

Ah! That--! I am so sorry, miss. I don't know what's gotten into him today.

[rosehecate]

[The sound of the tray moving catches Anthy's attention, and she perks up, a little lost as she watches it moving away from her. Just as she's about to reach out and stop the tray, the voice that calls out startles the cat, and she makes a small "Oh!" sound when it bounds up and on her head. She leans over to try and see where the Purrloin ran off to, but no dice.]

Oh...it's alright. I should have been paying better attention.

[When she looks back to Jack, her smile is...tired. Not even empty - she doesn't have it in her to make the effort.]

Does he always do that?

[quickattackjack]

It wouldn't be the first time.

_{[Anthy not yelling at him already gets her a point in Jack's book so he is inclined to inspect her a little further. He adjusts his tiny glasses and tilts his head. She's not the usual picture of a crabby grunt.]}

Are you alright?

[rosehecate]

He sounds like my Junior. He's always taking things that don't belong to him, too.

[And sadly he has always been a little kleptomaniac. Anthy tilts her head in return. For someone here to actually ask that isn't someone she's met before - she can indulge him, she thinks.]

...I don't think so. I'm not hurt...but I'm not alright.