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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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[styxiedust]

[Ghost is VERY pushy and she's STILL throwing out suggestions much to the mounting irritation of her trainer.]

Yes, the cities for that are beyond Goldenrod actually, you're better off just--Sumire, be QUIET! [--Actually she should just--yes, Botan will put her back in her Pokeball now.] I am so sorry about her, sir, she talks too much sometimes and never has anything nice to say.

[lamortenoir]

There are some who strike me as rather willful, despite their trainer's wishes.

[ One meaningful glare at his pidove who is almost trying to hide behind his head. ]

[styxiedust]

Isn't that the truth, these Pokemon all have personalities of their own. But that's part of what makes them appealing, I suppose.

[Ahem.]

Do you have any other questions, sir?

[lamortenoir]

[ The pidove calms down, deciding to try and look cool by perching himself on Will's shoulder again. ]

None whatsoever. I must thank you for your assistance. Perhaps we shall pursue teaching Aristotle to fly once we've arrived at Goldenrod.

[styxiedust]

It's my pleasure, sir. Ah--if it's not too much trouble, may I ask your name?

[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.