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[lamortenoir]

[ Will isn't going to beat around the bush this time. Instead, he's going straight to the point. He'd be right outside Cherrygrove, heading down the road as he starts the feed.

And he looks kind of miffed. ]

If this wretched place can't decide whether or not it wishes to keep me, then I would much rather decline its invitation.

Does anyone know if there is a quicker way to Goldenrod other than on foot?

[ There's a soft coo as a Pidove all but crashes into him before scrambling to land on his shoulder.

The last thing heard before the feed cuts is Will admonishing his new partner ]

Honestly, Cicero. If you insist on staying out of your pokeball, I demand you make an effort to keep up.

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[lamortenoir]

[ Hand going up to adjust his glasses. ]

I am William T. Spears of the London Grim Reaper Dispatch Division. And you are..?

[styxiedust]

Botan, Chief Ferrywoman of the River Styx.

[Ah, she doesn't get to say her full title often, that felt really official~]

It sounds like we share jobs, Mr. Spears.

[lamortenoir]

Perhaps so. Though not entirely from the same world if I were to infer such things from others.

I would imagine your lot have differing methods from ours?

[styxiedust]

Well, judging by your name and accent, I'm assuming you're from the United Kingdom--lovely place, by the way, I've been there myself a few times--so yes I'd imagine the rules are different. We've got paperwork to make when a person is scheduled to die, we have to make a place for them in the afterlife, we have to get their soul before it becomes attached and bring it over to process, things like that.

--We're also not allowed to interfere in countries like yours, it doesn't fall under our jurisdiction.

[lamortenoir]

Perhaps not quite as different as you would expect. I've seen other reapers from different regions and it seems what differs the most seems to be the method by which one performs the reap.

[ A pause to adjust his glasses. Mental note, Botan doesn't seem to need glasses. ]

Everything else seems to be standard bureaucracy.