j-uwu-piter:
A cheerless smile plastered on his face, Jupiter set about spreading his cards over the shoddy folding table he called his workplace once again. The tail end of another unlucky encounter was shaking his facade of unbridled joy, and it was a battle to keep it in place after that. ‘Cause that last customer really hadn’t been impressed with him. People could be so rude sometimes! Sure, it’d be one thing to call him out on his… ahem, deceptions, but to demand their money back? To threaten to report him for something, whatever it was they said? That was way too far!
When it looked as though no one was paying him any mind, he let the mask slip. With a groan too loud to be subtle, he slouched back in his uncomfortable little chair, bringing his legs up to sit cross-legged. Right away his hands were busied with tugging at one of the gaudy ribbons on his calf. The material was itchy as all hell, and with how he had a tendency to jostle and bounce his legs, it had reached a near-unbearable level of itching by now.
That was the price of showmanship, he supposed.
Jupiter found his laundry list of internal grievances interrupted when his eyes were drawn to a peculiar sight. Another peculiar sight, not the spectacle he’d built around himself. A kid, dressed in flashy orange and blinding white. Not that he was one who could judge, dressing as he did, but it was incontestable that the kid stuck out among the crowds like a sore thumb. A cosplayer, maybe? Or a coordinator? They always had ‘unique’ styles. Or a gimmick trainer? A LARPer? However she classified herself, one thing was for sure. Jupiter looked at her, and saw a customer.
“Hey, little miss!” He sprung to his feet, and only through Mimi’s interference did he not send his chair flying with the force of it. Splayed, gloved hands slammed down on his crappy little table, and he snatched up his spread of cards in one smooth motion. “You’re lookin’ pretty darn fantastical today! You’ve got an aura that screams ‘I totally wanna see some magic!’ So, wanna see some magic?”
Straight to the point. No reason to dance around it.
@dawnofstarlight
She had been on the way back to Kit’s home in Santalune City, oblivious to everything that wasn’t her own thoughts. Well, almost everything. It was hard to ignore him. The bafflingly dressed... clown? Jester? She wasn’t really sure what word to describe him with until he spoke up.
“...magic?”
A street magician, then? She didn’t believe in magic. Not true magic, anyway. She preferred to believe in more grounded things. Or so she told herself, while simultaneously believing in aliens, superpowers, and mythical Pokémon. Judging from the deck of cards in his hand, however, this wasn’t the supernatural kind of magic, but card tricks. That, she believed in. Kin was somewhat fond of them himself, and his enthusiasm had rubbed off on his daughter just a little.
[You don’t want to see magic, Kineta.] the heads-up display in her goggles displayed. A message from either Kit or the Porygon inhabiting them (it was sometimes difficult to tell).
“Okay. I’ll watch.” she said, approaching the table, her usual peppiness replaced with more of a quiet interest.