002 | Reunited and it feels so good...

[diehardreaper]

How does it look, Grim? Not too bad, eh?

[ There's a little jostle of the camera as Ronald's duskull angles it ever so slightly to give his trainer a better look at the feed. There's a satisfied little grin as Ronald adjusts his newly acquired fedora, tilting it ever so slightly and keeping it at a rather jaunty angle over his brow. Yep, it feels really great to have that hat back on his head. ]

Had a piece like this back home. Here I thought I'd never see it again.

Fancy that it came in one of those gift bags! That's a stroke of luck, isn't it?

[ He'll stop preening now. Can't help himself. He's just so pleased. ]

And you lot who just came back, good on you for that fight!


You two're alright, I hope? Kept the circus in one piece best I could when you lot disappeared...

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[cawsforalarm]

Looking forward to it! I really hope we get another nigh-apocalyptic calamity soon, those are always fun.

[He nods in agreement with the second point.]

For real. I've kinda gotten used to a bit lower temperatures, but this is just stupid! All the stores in Goldenrod are so crazy, though... [What? No, he's definitely not afraid of shops. It's not like the technology intimidates his medieval sensibilities or anything. Nope.]

[hardknoxlife]

[ He won't even find that first statement weird. In fact, he'll have a laugh from it. ]

Blimey, you really are that sort! You should meet one of my seniors. You'll get along, I'd wager. Best of friends over the love of calamity, the way I see it.

[ There's a sigh though. ]

They're bigger'n what I've seen, yeah. Didn't think they'd ever get any bigger than what we've got in fair London town but... there we are. Takes a bit of getting used to, I suppose.

[cawsforalarm]

Hey, maybe I should! I'm always open to meeting more murderbuddies!

[Yeah, that's a thing he just said.]

London Town? Is that where you come from? Jeez, back at home we get most of our stuff from traveling merchants...

[diehardreaper]

Murderbuddies... sounds about right. You'd get along with him, alright. If he ever gets here, that is.

[ Hey, once you've got a coworker who won't stop talking about blood... But onto more pleasant talk. ]

That's right. Born and bred from the streets of London's East End, I am. Ronald's the name, by the way. Ronald Knox. And you are?

[cawsforalarm]

I'm Henry! [He gives a little wave over the Gear.] Never heard of anyplace called London, but I was born and raised in Plegia, I guess!

[diehardreaper]

Pleasure's all mine, Henry! And I'm afraid I haven't heard about Plegia myself so feeling's mutual, eh? [ There's a well-meaning grin at that. He isn't meaning to be malicious at all. ] You know... if you feel like you need a hand picking out a winter wardrobe, I certainly wouldn't mind giving you a bit of time for it. Goldenrod's got an ace selection.

[cawsforalarm]

Really? Sure! [Henry smiles. He doesn't actually... feel too comfortable heading into huge department stores by himself, and he can't always drag Naki along with him.] That sounds really cool. Are you in Goldenrod right now?

[diehardreaper]

That I am! You could prolly swing by the circus grounds whenever you fancy. Grim'n I are usually around.

[ Ah, this is good. He doesn't mind giving fashion recommendations, after all. ]

We've had the need to stock up here, too. Didn't have much on me save for my suit when they nabbed me so... a new coat or scarf before it gets too cold would be a bleeding treat.

[cawsforalarm]

Wait-- circus? You work for the circus?

[...uh.]

[Henry looks like he's interested, and half of him really is; after all, the attraction did look pretty cool, even if Henry never visited himself. On the other hand... the idea of forcing Pokémon to perform solely for human entertainment is not one that he's especially fond of.]

Well, guess I'll see you there, then! [Yeah he's not even going to ask if it's a good time or not. If Ronald doesn't stop him, he'll be heading out for the circus.]

[diehardreaper]

That's right. Mostly the knife throwing act. My pokemon've been helping out. [ There's a momentary surprise though. But he does appreciate the enthusiasm! ] No time like the present, eh? Let me just grab a new change of clothes and I can meet you out front!

[cawsforalarm]

Knife throwing! I really like knife throwing! Especially when it's at someone's head!

[...And with those lovely parting words, Henry's just going to head on over to the circus. He's never actually been there, but the posters hanging all over Goldenrod advertised the address and location. Walking out, Ronald will notice one white-haired youth dressed like this, except with the addition of his ornamental (and really weird) collared cape.]

[diehardreaper]

Blimey, no wonder you need more clothes. Weather's nippy and all and here you are dressed in that.

[ He approaches with his arms folded behind his back in what looks to be a collared shirt and tie, sleeves folded to his elbows and that fedora jaunty on his head with his duskull floating nearby.

But have a hand offered out. ]

Henry, I'd assume?

[cawsforalarm]

That's me!

[Henry shakes, smiling pleasantly and not breaking eye contact -- but there seems to be something sticky on his and Ronald's hands...]

[...is that blood?]

[diehardreaper]

[ Have a pause though as he takes his hand and stares at it a bit with a raised brow before reaching for his handkerchief with his clean one and wiping it down. He doesn't seem all that bothered, just a bit confused. Best not to ask.

His duskull however looks like he's about to pass out. ]

Now I really wish Mister Sutcliffe was around. You both'd be thick as thieves before the day was through, I'd bet a silver shilling.

[ And he'll hold out the same handkerchief out to Henry. ]

Might need this. There's a spot of something on your hand I don't think anyone'd fancy seeing.

[cawsforalarm]

This 'Mister Sutcliffe' sounds like my kind of guy! Nya ha ha!

[He takes the handkerchief and wipes his hands on it anyway. He would just wipe it on his pants like a four-year-old, but bloodstains are really hard to get out of fabric.]

So, where to?

[diehardreaper]

Yeeeeeah, if he ever comes 'round, I'll be sure to introduce you both.

[ And woe betide this world if ever these two meet. But there are more important things at hand! Like shopping.

Don't even try to offer him that handkerchief back, Henry. ]

Off to the Department Store, then? Whenever you're ready.