[ Anybody kicking around in Violet is bound to stumble upon THIS sorry sight if they're anywhere near the Tower bridge. He hasn't moved in...quite a while actually. Boohoo.]
[So uh. Heather's sort of in the area and she can't help but notice the petulant, pouting old man sitting there and looking like he's got an invisible raincloud hovering over him.]
[ "Floooooon!" The purple balloon puts up his dukes in preparation to fight this strange pokemon that has approached his master! >8c Fff Fff Fff! Jack on the other hand, has a bit of a delayed reaction because he's been staring into his reflection in the pond. FOR HOURS. And his neck is stiff.]
Hindenburg, it's daytime. Calm down. I'm sorry about him--
[Jack blinks a few times. Hey. Heeey! He knew that dandilion-head.]
[He was basically tall enough that it was easier to shake her hand like this than if he'd stood up, anyway.]
I kinda figured... If there was, I bet somebody would've found it while they were all stuck in there during the flood... The ghosts in there don't wanna do anything but possess people and make them do lousy slapstick routines.
[Jack drops his hands back to his lap and stares at the tower like it bit him. Or kicked him rather. Which it kind of did.]
I was just so certain though. [He nodded at Heather's description of the ghosts.] No sense in howling about it I guess...what does someone who's not trying to go home erh...do here?
[Thanks to his 8U I'LL FIND THE WAY blind optimism, his pokemon kind of sucked in the fighting department. HEATHER, HOW DO I POKEMON?]
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.... So uh... didn't go home then?
[Have a Heather standing behind you.]
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Hindenburg, it's daytime. Calm down. I'm sorry about him--
[Jack blinks a few times. Hey. Heeey! He knew that dandilion-head.]
You're a lot taller in person.
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And uh-- oh. ... Thanks!
Yeah, I find that physically being present rather than just being a head on a screen tends to do wonders for height.
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Heather's wit makes the old king crack a smile.]
You not being a rectangle is going to take some getting used to. It's nice to meet-you meet you, Heather.
[He held a hand up awkwardly for a shake but didn't try to stand.]
And no. There's no way home in there.
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I kinda figured... If there was, I bet somebody would've found it while they were all stuck in there during the flood... The ghosts in there don't wanna do anything but possess people and make them do lousy slapstick routines.
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I was just so certain though. [He nodded at Heather's description of the ghosts.] No sense in howling about it I guess...what does someone who's not trying to go home erh...do here?
[Thanks to his 8U I'LL FIND THE WAY blind optimism, his pokemon kind of sucked in the fighting department. HEATHER, HOW DO I POKEMON?]