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Harley is sitting cross-legged on a random Nexus couch today. She has found a pamphlet from the Pokémart and is looking through some of the Pokémon that could be adopted and trained.
She seems in a good mood today. Twirling her hair, as she reads the pamphlet. And there is a huge bag of caramel popcorn at her side.
"If you could have any kind of pet, what kind of animal or creature would you have?"
"What do you think qualifies as being a suitable pet owner?"
She seems in a good mood today. Twirling her hair, as she reads the pamphlet. And there is a huge bag of caramel popcorn at her side.
"If you could have any kind of pet, what kind of animal or creature would you have?"
"What do you think qualifies as being a suitable pet owner?"
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"I could see you as a Cat Man. But not like Cat-Woman." A private little smile.
"I used to have two Hyenas, back in the day."
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There's a brief look of surprise on his face, before he huffs out a dry laugh. Hyenas, sure, why not? He almost suggests that Harley get herself another pair, but he remembers that she lives in an apartment, one he has seen remotely thanks to her video of her and Adia in the aerial silks. "Guess you don't have the space for them anymore," he mutters, tugging at his tie. Did it get a little warmer around here? Dammit, think of something else. His gaze lands on the pamphlet she's reading and he points to it. "Why don't you get a pokémon that's like a hyena? I'm sure there's at least one."
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"You think so? That would be neat."
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He shrugs. "Sure, why not? There's a pokémon that looks like a set of keys, I don't see why there wouldn't be a hyena-like one, too." He's not as well-versed in pokémon as girlfriend, but he has picked up on a few things, whether from listening to Adia or simply by being around them often enough. "Does your pamphlet list anything like that?"
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"I don't think they could list all 800 in such a small pamphlet. But maybe there is some sort of digital inventory around..."
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"Is that a hint?" His mouth quirks into a half-smile. "All right. There's a poké mart not far from here, they have some sort of information terminal we could check." He stands up, brushes out the crease in his suit jacket, then grabs his coffee. Why not, right? It'll be his good deed for the day.
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"Is that the same place I found the pamphlet?"
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He glances again at the pamphlet. "Was it a building with a red roof and a round poké ball on it? Then yes, probably."
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"I think I remember a red roof. And maybe a weird ball."
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That's the poké mart, then. He nods once before leading her out of the Plaza. "Adia goes there a lot. Sometimes I tag along." Most of the time he doesn't, because Bucky is with her. Or finds her. That bird seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to locating Adia in the Nexus.
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She can be too bubbly for some people to handle. Harley knows that.
"You don't care for the place?" Harley looks at him.
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A scared Harrowheart. He's going to enjoy that mental image for a while.
"Nah, I like it fine. Pokémon are all right." He takes a sip of his coffee while they walk, the gesture seamless. "I'm not thrilled with some of the punks who hang out nearby, looking to battle."
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"Punks? What kind of battle?" This interests her.
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"Ugh. Don't get me started," he complains, as the poké mart comes into view. "They train the pokémon to fight other pokémon. The respectable ones keep it in a gym where there are rules -- it's no worse than wrestling, so far as I can tell, and the pokémon are into it -- but these assholes, they form gangs and taunt people into battle." He shakes his head. "Why can't they be like typical humans and shoot the shit out each other instead? They have to drag their pets into it. It's disgusting."
Fortunately, the only people hanging around outside the mart today are a couple of trainers and a flock of wild pidgeys pecking at some crumbs on the ground. "The terminal's right inside the entrance," he says, holding the door open for her.
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"Why would they want to fight other people? Do they win money?"
She looks around the PokeMart as they arrive. And smiles at him when he holds the door open.
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He rolls his eyes. "For honor," he says, like it's the stupidest thing in the world. "To be seen as the best. The gangs probably steal shit, too. I don't know who the bigger idiots are, the ones with skull beanies or the ones with the letter 'R' on their jackets. It's pathetic."
All that disdain, and yet when they step inside the poké mart, it seems like any other pet store. Perhaps a bit more colorful, but there are no signs of nefarious activity. Caspar gestures to the terminal, It looks like a display one might find at an airport, if you wanted to print your boarding pass or check departure times. "Let me know if you want any help."
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She headed to the terminal, checking it out to find out what information was available to her.
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The terminal has several purposes, but one of the options is a pokédex that lists pokémon by type and region. One can also do a search comparison with other animals to see what comes up. Considering that children use this device, Harley probably won't need Caspar's help.
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"Ya'know... I could be here a while. You don't have to wait around for me." Because she doesn't want him to think he has to.
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While Harley is checking out the terminal, Caspar has found a spot of blank wall to lean against. He looks over when Harley speaks, expecting her to ask a question about the terminal. When she instead offers him a chance to leave, he blinks, then looks down at his cup of coffee.
"I don't mind," he admits quietly. "I have some time to kill." A trainer walks in with a bellosom, the flower pokémon singing a happy little melody, and a faint smile graces his face. "Besides, I like the scenery."
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"Maybe get a Pokémon-related gift for Adia!" She smiles. "She would like that."
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He smiles a little at the idea. "Yeah. She'd like that..." He pushes off the wall, but something seems to have soured his mood before he's even taken a step. "Too bad somebody beat me to the idea first."
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Harley looks around to see why Caspar is suddenly soured.
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His gaze is on a row of decorative keychains, which doesn't seem to warrant such a frown. Realizing that Harley is reacting to his words, he schools his expression back into something more neutral. "A friend of Adia's already took her here and bought her something. Which is fine, except I have the distinct feeling that this 'friend' of hers would like me out of the picture."
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"Is the same friend I saw speaking to you both during Christmas?"
"The one who threw his Christmas gift into the fire?"
"The guy who gave me the creeps so much, that I followed him home?"
Then something nudges at Harley. And she points at the terminal. "He had a Pokémon. Help me find it!"
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