Dance past you limits

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What a ridiculous request. She had only just got here and already someone was trying to extort her. Still. This was better than Cloudbank on its last stretch. Red stood her ground and gave her head two shakes. “Forget it. I’m not feeding someone who’s got the gall to threaten me.” If she had to fight this person off and act in self-defense, so be it. She was ready for them. “You want to fight? Come at me, then.”

Well, the one person who wanted to fight, and this situation was less then ideal. Firstly, they posed little of a threat, or so they felt confident in assuming. After coming up with that threat for food, back out of that was disappointing. Pitou frowned, thinking of a way to use a different tactic of sorts. Walking around her, Pitou kept their eyes locked on the woman's sword. Yes, that was it, exploit their weakness. "My first strike will destroy your sword. Even if I lose an arm, I can heal it. Your sword won't come back though. Hehe, do you want that?"

#breachless

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curiositykilledtheant

”What are you staring at? Everyone’s dead now, so why are you here? Do you want to die too?”

"You're nyot dead, I'm nyot dead. Just two is pretty boring though. Can I fight the winner?"

#duxae

☆ how (not) to manage loneliness | Pitou

Wally was beginning to understand why so many Hive City denizens had cautioned him against speaking to strangers. This person’s presence felt off somehow; they were untamed, but not in the same way as the wild creatures from his land. Most Trainers and Pokémon battled for the thrill of combat, or to test their strength in a friendly match — but a dangerous few battled because they liked to witness suffering. Agony was the sole reward, even if they lost.

Naturally, the Petalburg native wasn’t one of those people. He had no interest in taking Pitou up on their offer; though Gallade’s purpose was to grow stronger alongside his Trainer, Wally still hated to see him in pain. Should a conflict arise, it wouldn’t be anything like the purely competitive Pokémon battles from his homeland.

The additional threat, combined with the dangerous look on Pitou’s face, caused all traces of color to drain from Wally’s face. That was the last straw.

"We’re going home now," the little Trainer said adamantly. Before Ralts could offer an argument, he suddenly disappeared within a faint flash of light; Wally had pressed the recall button on his Poké Ball, safely confining his diminutive friend to the red-and-white sphere within his bag. "It was… Nice speaking with you." It wasn’t, but being polite couldn’t hurt.

Really? This sucked. "I can heal him after. He won't die." Awww, still a no? Well then they would have to take it by force. Pitou lept as soon as they saw the flash, but it was too late, their hands caught nothing but air. Huh? Ears perking, Pitou looked around wide eyed, like a cat who could have sworn they just caught the laser pointer dot. They had it, it was right there just a moment ago, but now where had the little creature gone? It must be the ball the boy was now holding triumphantly. That was a pretty scary power, trapping things in red and white balls, but it looked like he had used his only one up. How typicality human, saving their friends before dealing with the danger at hand.

What a lie, right to their face. "Nyo it wasn't. This was boring and I didn't learn anything useful." Pitou yawned, though their arm still twitched with ferocity even if they sounded tired. "Tell me something interesting or I'll take that ball and open it myself."

#galladeknight

idle curiosity ~εїз

New clothes? That was convenient. She’d never have to do laundry again. But before Dahlia could continue that train of thought, the little cat-girl spoke again.

"Now, now, that’s a terrible topic for small talk," she rebuked lightly. "If you really want the finer details, then we should make an appointment. At least have a proper conversation over dinner.”

It was obvious the creature had some sort of deranged appetite for blood and murder. All well and good, but everything in her world had its proper time and place. She couldn’t possibly discuss murder while standing in heels, could she?

Of course, the little thing looked like the impatient type, and would probably love to maul her at a moment’s notice if it was…displeased. Dahlia did not fear death, but she strongly disliked it, and this was treading a fine line.

"Since you’re so insistent, I’ll indulge you,” she said, easing onto a low-lying wall and patting the space beside her. “Come, then. Sit.”

"Would you like to hear about the first time, or the last?"

Misery loved company.

#preciousdollie #what can i say for them #pitou's a curious one

"Really? But I don't want a small talk I want a big one." The concept was lost on Pitou. They could assume it was just one of those weird human saying, but even then people made no sense anyway. The girl was on the mark about Pitou's importance though. To talk over dinner would mean Pitou eating her while they spoke. Knowledge didn't wait, and Pitou didn't like to wait for it either. The more the understood about the human mind, the easier it would be to manipulate, and not in just the physical way of brain surgery. No, Pitou was already pretty good in that. This was.... as they called it, psychology.

Pitou did as they were told, but sat down right on the ground. This was an abnormal human they were dealing with here, one who by her own admittance had killed others, a betrayer. Pitou couldn't be to careful about getting close to her. lest she try something foolish and had to be sliced down.

"All the times." Pitou tapped the ground erratically, their tail curving about as they looked up curiously. "What did it feel like? Why did you do it. Hehe, is it true humans don't eat each other after they murder?"

"True, but for the sake of upholding the morality that they hold dear to them.

They will lie and say that every person would deserve to live. After all thats in their nature.”

"Seat for yourself, or are you expecting company?"

"Really? That can't be true. Some humans will kill each other over things like money. Even the weakest ones have something special in them, so humans can be pretty interesting."

"Ok. Nyow give me all your food."

"No, theres more inside. But we have to be discreet about it

otherwise the humans would get angry and it be annoying killing them all.”

"Oh! That's true, but there are some humans they don;t mind to die. If you kill the evil ones, it's ok. Also you can make them kill each other, but.... being discreet like that isn't fun."

"That depends, what kind of food do you eat? We have all sorts including-

Slips a piece of paper that says human meat.

"Lots, I think." Pitou looks at the paper. Is this all that's on the menu? "I eat that! Is that the menu? Hmmmm, the other stores had more...."

☆ how (not) to manage loneliness | Pitou

Normally Wally’s feelings would be hurt by such a dismissal of his feelings, but he was far too distracted by the touching. He wasn’t overly fond of physical contact, especially from strangers — and this particular stranger had their hands on his legs, effectively pinning him to his seat. The temptation to lash out with his feet rose up immediately, but he quelled it by swallowing, instead scooting his back against the bench as far as he could go.

"Um." The boy shifted uncomfortably, trying to formulate a response through his anxiety. Unfortunately his train of thought was derailed by the hissing; both Trainer and Pokémon reacted with surprise, their bodies tensing in response to the perceived threat.

From there, it didn’t take Gallade long to lose his patience. The Ralts drew himself to his full height and growled as menacingly as he could manage, his concealed red eyes narrowing in obvious annoyance. If only he was still evolved… There wasn’t much he could do in this body, but the instinct to swing his arms around like blades was still prevalent.

”Please don’t do that,” Wally begged, his thin arms looping around the small Pokémon to hold it back from attacking. “He— He really doesn’t like it.” His words were interrupted by another miserable hiccup. “He’s… He’s called a Pokémon, and he…” The Hoenn native’s pale eyes fixed on the hands against his legs, his discomfort bleeding through every word he spoke. “… He, um… Travels with me… And keeps me company…”

Shaky, nervous, uncomfortable. Pitou could see his aura more clearly now that they were in contact. It didn't matter though, because they just didn't care about his feelings in the slightest. Written off as the worries of lesser beings.

"Hehe, I can tell he wants to fight me. You should let him." Oh they were just itching for a fight, no matter what he said. This creature was acting in such a direct manner, responding to a threat with violence as was it's natural instinct. The boy just followed his human feelings, that of fear. They wouldn't have any fun with him in the way.

"Oh, that's no fun..." Pitou's tail dropped. Now they understood. This creature was like they boy's bodyguard, in the same they were to the king. Clearly, that meant it was weaker then he was. And he was already very weak. Fighting them would be no fun. Pitou flopped over on the ground, rolling around aimlessly and sighing. "Pooooo! I'm bored again. I want to see what his insides are like...." Pitou was just musing, but then they looked up at the Pokemon with eyes holding deadly curiosity.

#galladeknight

"Now now, you can’t just enter the cafe unless your not a human."

"Can ants come in? I want all of your food."

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Peter can only shake his head.

"I can too fly!" he argues childishly, because he is, of course, a child. "It’s easy! All it takes is faith and trust." He jumps once more for good measure, but no, Peter does not take to the skies. He stays firmly grounded.

Again, he lets out a frustrated sigh. Frowning unhappily at the ground as if he thinks it will change anything. But Pitou’s tail swishing back and fourth wholly grabs Peter’s attention this time.

Peter approaches the other and reaches to touch Pitou’s ears.

"No but these sure will! Are they real?"

"Hehe, then you don't have any faith or trust." Those were human words, but it was funny, cause Youpi and Pouf could fly. Did they have faith and trust? Well they probably did, they were both good ants, loyal to their king. This was a ignorant human, who could never fly like they did. Pitou blinked curiously as they touched their ears.

"Nyyaaaaa~ don't touch those, they's sensitive, nyaa." Pitou let out a little moaning sound, but then an instant latter their eyes flew open, burning bright red. It had been fun, but this human was foolish to bring himself closer just to do that. Too foolish to live.

"I changed my mind. I didn't like that. I'm going to remove your hand nyow."

#theboythatnevergrewup

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「 Uh-oh. Didn’t think they’d be openly hostile. 」 Yeah, no kidding.

The strange cat-like humanoid has an unmistakable bloodlust in their eyes. Red holds her pathetic excuse of a weapon in front of herself and shakes her head. I doubt you’re talking about sparring. ”No. I don’t want to fight.” But are her words alone enough to convince this person to stand down?

She won’t hold back if provoked. Her indignation always needs new outlets. But again, she doesn’t want her first interaction out the gate to be a senseless brawl. This person isn’t even Processed. Can’t they be reasoned with?

"There are better ways to spend your time."

"Why nyot?" Fighting was fun, it was the only way to deffend yourself and more of it was the only way to get better. The problem was, people could sense when they were going to lose for sure, and then they wouldn't fight. Pitou sighed. Yep, they really needed to try and appear more innocent.

"Oh? Like what?" Wait, Pitou had a marvelous idea! A solution that would end with their benefit and addition knowledge as well as restored vigor. After all, people who didn't want to fight would go a long ways to keep it like that. And this could be exploited. "I knyow! Buy me all the food and I won't fight you."

#breachless #yep

idle curiosity ~εїз

"Oh~?" Dahlia felt a slight twinge of unease as the girl cat demon ??? girl regarded her with impossibly red eyes. “You…”

"W-what do you mean by that?”

"…"

"…heh."

"Hehehe…"

#preciousdollie #we both knyow who'es really the scary one

"Hehe, humans are so weak." Pitou was smiling with wide eyes. Humans always put their mortality first, and it looked like this woman was about to do the same, that was until she had a interesting change of tone. Even someone inexperienced in nen could have felt the aura sounding her change. Sure, it wasn't as fun now that she wasn't scared, but it also meant Pitou would have other things to learn.

"Nyo. I already did that and took a lot of notes. Hehe, don't worry about the blood, you get nyew clothes when you come back." Really, it was obvious that this was not the first time Pitou had experimented with death. It was, however, the first time another had shown so much interest in the subject. Yes, it was the way that this woman did not fear death or pain, that let Pitou know she had experienced it first hand. In that way, they were the same, only with vastly different power levels. There was no pointing in fighting a creature this weak. But even bugs could be interesting specimens.

"I told you something interesting, now you have to tell me interesting back. I want to knyow what it feels like for a human to kill another human. Tell me."

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「 Red? Hey… Hey, wake up. You all right? 」

"Yeah…" she winces at the sound of her voice, both parched and exhausted.

The once quiet hum of the Transistor is no longer there. In its place, she hears an even quieter hum. A flat screen TV? Well, it’s not seafood flatbread. Hopefully it’s not some sort of trap.

「 I… I don’t know how we got here. I doubt you’d know either. 」 Yeah. Not a clue.

「 I’m not inside it anymore. But I’m not exactly free either. This is like jumping from the fire to a heater. 」

She’s only vaguely listening to the explanation from the TV. A social experiment, like the Camerata? Like the Camerata.

"Where are you?" 「 Right by your hand. 」"I think I— ow. You gave me a splinter." 「 Sorry about that. But hey, it’s good to hear your voice again. Really good. 」 She manages a vague curve of a smile at that.

Time to get out of this tiny boxed in room. She steps outside and balks. People. Lots of them. Every single one of them is looking for a place to call home. 「 We’re not alone here. You’re not alone. This is… 」 Hope. This is what hope feels like. She remembers now.

"Hey. Excuse me. I was wondering… What’s this city like?"

"Hmmmmm?" Possibly the wrong person to ask. Pitou had been minding their own business, looking for interesting people to toy with. Someone who talked to their wooden sword probably didn't have the intellect to sustain their interest anyway. Strangely, it was they who grasped forward for Pitou's attention and not the other way around. Hmmm, yep, people here seemed to have a habit of underestimating Pitou based on their appearance. One person even called them cute. Pitou had taken it as a compliment though, which they removed his jugular. Reactions didn't fail to be interesting though, especially for the people knew to the city.

"It's really fun. I can fight all the people I want and everyone is pretty strong." Pitou grinned, showing off their cat-like teeth. They tapped the edge of their mouth, looking at the woman more curiously. "Hehe, do you want to fight? I've been getting bored and there is nothing to do."

#breachless #thank you

idle curiosity ~εїз

"It has recently come to my attention don’t ask me how that people do not die here.”

"Rather, they die and then come back to life. Over and over again."

"…I would love to know the details.”

“Yep, it’s pretty fun.” Pitou purred, thinking about all the people they could fight again. Good thing to see someone else was so interested in this phenomenon. They had been especially curious of where the people came back at. They had never seen an resurrection in real time.

“Hehe, I want to knyow that too.” Pitou sighed exasperatedly, then looked back up at the woman with burning eyes. “You’ll help me find out.”

#preciousdollie

☆ how (not) to manage loneliness | Pitou

Wally’s chin jerked up at the sound of a voice, his blurry gaze coming to rest on … what looked like a human, if not for those ears. He hastened to scrub the dampness from his cheeks, making use of both over-sized sleeves in the process, and snuffled back any further evidence of his foul mood. This person, whoever they were, seemed concerned at first — but their involvement was short-lived, apparently, as they soon became much more interested in his sleeping companion. Something about the stranger’s posture made him uneasy, so he bent to pluck his partner from the ground below, moving the Ralts to his lap before its flailing hands could swat away the invasive pokes.

"I— I’m okay," he managed, though he still sounded every bit as miserable as he looked. "It’s not important, but… Thank you for asking anyway." Enough of that, though; there were more interesting subjects to discuss! He looked down at the now-grumpy Ralts with a weak smile, his thin hands coming to rest atop the dome of its green head. "Um… This is Gallade." He paused to hiccup, his shoulders jumping with the brief spasm. "He’s a creature from my home, and… And he’s my best friend."