[Game Thread] Pokerole: Mount Coronet Mystery

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

"I promise to be quick as possible, I promise. First of all, who are you? And how did you get caged in that cavern?"

Kee mentally notes that promise and will remind that ninja-guy on it if needed. "You've already got my name, edgy-ninja" - Kegeki too gets that unamused glance that over-obviously tells 'I DARE you to ask whether I am named after the Berries or the other way round' - "...and what is yours? IF I stick around with ya people, that'd be something nice to know."

"I already told ya I have absolutely NO idea how in my island's deity's name I ended up in that horrible, damned and frosty cave, the soundboard rooms of Roxie's club usually DON'T lead there. Open'd the door, then all's black, then there's ice, end of story. I didn't do drugs, wasn't lacking sleep and would have noticed if some fool put something in the drink I was havin' while repairing all the speakers she and her band overexerted and therefor broke during the latest concert. They really like to do that, fanservice." His expression becomes an annoyed one when thinking about that, but when being honest he 1.can comprehend that and 2.that technology is his field and job anyway.


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(...)"Fair enough, lad, fair enough. Hardly ever meet with anyone that can understand me ethnic language, much less speak it fluently, and even less from a youngster. *Nods to himself* Being taught by family is a good explanation as any, though. Nice, too, since it's always a pleasant surprise to share with a complete stranger. Make talking with them easier, especially in our case, *Chuckles*."

"*Raises eyebrow* Bealbeach? That place is farther away that even Unova from here, and far from that region too. You're a real globe trotter, I take it?"

The midget man takes notice of the man's bag, and between the subtle hint they've dropped and the decoratory patch on it, quickly cottons on that the sour dandy was a musician, causing both his eyebrows to rocket towards his hairline once more as he let out an 'Ah', before closing his eyes briefly to sagely nod his head.

"You're a musician yourself, aren't ya lad? Hmm.....probably some sort of rock, pop, or punk style star, if I had to take a guess. Would explain the way you're dressed nicely, 'cause music Performers of any kind these days like to dress silly and outlandishly as possible to better express themselves, or create some larger than life persona for the fans or themselves. *Shakes head* Don't see the point of it, but I guess that matter not a lick to you, eh?"

He raises another eyebrow when they turn a bit frostier to him after he expresses his full opinion on their get-up, frowning a bit to himself but in the end just......shrugging it off with an air of nonchalance.

"I don't really give half a Berry bushel about your taste in fashion, Kee. You could dress up in a pokadot tuxedo wearing a garter stockings and jack heel boots, and I still wouldn't care. Just 'cause I don't care mean I can't have an opinion, though, nor that I should keep it to myself like some timid weak Willed fool with too much sensibility for others. I say you look like a Dandy designed by hippie hipster 'cause I think that is exactly what I believe I see with me own eyes, that I'm not afraid to tell that to ya face, and that I won't spare your feelings over it. That's all there is to it. If you want me to care, then make me."

At their modest outrage of his use of terminology to describe them, the bristly blacksmith rolls his eyes and waves them off dismissively.

"Oh, so you're one of those sorts of people too. The ones that hold 'Political Correctness' and 'Politeness' lie their paramount goddesses, and get bent out of shape like a pierce of scarp metal warped by heat at the slightest provocation against them, right? Well let me just say that I don't give a Rattata's festering arsehole about any of that crap. What does it matter I call people of that sexual orientation? Gay, fag, queer, dyke, pile drivers, the most fabulous of people, anti-magnets, homo, homosexual - whatever you call it, it still describes men and women like having a good time with their own gender rather than the norm. Making a fuss about what them people are called creates more problems for them than just hiding what they are behind 'nice language' , which is exactly what happened with us. If what I call things, people, or Pokemon offends you, then I heartily tell ya to either suck it up or not talk to me. Got it? Oh, and I don't care or mind your own orientation at all, and the name's Randolph. That too."

Womphf......that is some pretty contentious belief you hold there, Randolph. And a bit hypocritical too, given how you reacted to Kogeki's nickname. Least he's not racist or anti-non straight people at the heart of things?

Ran continues to eye the arrogant brat of Pokemon with undisguised contempt, before he growls and looks away in disgust. "You've been warned, cat bat. Mess with me or my own, and you'll pay for it out of your hide."

Fortunately for everyone, the growing sense of animosity between him and the poisonous little vampire was broken when Kee brought up his best bird bro's own musical talent, causing him to pause for a moment before smiling and shake his head.

"That he does, lad, as do I. And nope, didn't teach him or have anyone do that. He just learned to 'record' and sing on his own, though he only bothers doing that with music he likes. We share the same tastes for the most part, though, so that's hardly a bother for either of us. Also knows how to communicate in our language too, though only by parroting phrases he's heard before to fit the situation he sees. My buddy's pretty smart, innit he?"

Beethoven pauses in his singing to preen a bit the praise he's receiving, spouting out the line 'Indeed, good sir!' and a comical British accent before resuming his music making with an entirely different work of his nameshake. That's one talented birdy, alright!

"Hmm....and you own a Chatot yourself, Kee? Hah, another thing we have in common, and a good one at that! What's your own birdy's talents, if ya don't mind me asking? Already told you mine, though, so fair's fair I think."

When Ran - that's he's gonna call this semi-old man from now on just because - calls him a globetrotter, Kee lets out a suprisingly toneless laugh given is usually melodic voice, and watched his own refelction in the drink simply to avoid facing Ran. "I guess so, haha. Not by choice though, family circumstances, you see." He's not up to speak further about that point and will avoid any prying.

Therefor, he's delighted that things switch to a more pleasant topic which is music even, yaaaaaay!~ He visibly cheers up in body language and voice without accidently becoming conceited. "Right you are, Ran! ^0^ I play the same stuff my boss Roxie does (Which I headcanon as a punkrock with aspects of metal), but just for own sake because I am not the biggest fan of the stagelight. Prefer to handle the technical stuff before, during and after her concerts, which she lets me do with glee." His mind adds 'because nonelse wants to'. He proceeds in a calm manner though despite Ran has started semi-raging."My clothing style's just reflecting my fave music genre (Trance and Happy Hardcore). If ya don't like it, I don't mind nor care as I won't change it just because of that - it's THAT easy." She shrugs indifferently then gives Ran a semi-approving look - aww, he's familiar with the trait of having a strong opinion on things, even if Kee himself usually does NOT voice it thanks to his Sylveon's calming persence. "Well, at least you DO have an opinion on things not like the many many people who don't and just sway with the wind." +2 sympathy points for Ran. Whoahw.

Most of what he says about gay people though Kee doesn't even listen to anymore, partly because he already knows that this guy's set on their way of thinking. Which is a good thing as it means they must have quite the guts AND unafraid to show them regardless whether it offends anyone, yes!

Another pleasant topic's comining up, which is the talent of both their Chatot! Ran simply owning one of these special birds already makes him want to grant another sympathy point. ".....Fascinating, even more when you didn't teach him yourself and willingly. Chatot are clever beings by itself already, but even among them there seem to be exemplars that are more eager to learn than others - you sure are a smart one, Bethooven. Here, enjoy if you like." From somewhere within his bag Kee draws a handful of bird seeds that he usually feeds his own two birds with, and either lets Bethooven pick them from his hand directly or hand it to Ran to give his Chatot a treat himself.

"Fair's fair, right. Mercury's currently - HAH! We've both named our Chatot after a great deceased musician, cool - healed up, otherwise I'd show you what makes him a vivid clock running with an accuracy without equal, his sense of time and rhythm is extraordinarily honed. I didn't teach him in that either, but I do making good use of his talent, he happily takes the job of a metronome when I practice. Enjoys to keep track of how long he took to defeat a foe and is always chasing the best time like a speedrunner. At a different time we can have our birds get to know each other, maybe. Possibly. Whatever."