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[Video/Action for Cherrygrove]
[When the feed comes on, it's displaying this glorious beast. Sho is tangled up in the inn room's sheets and blankets so badly that its hard to tell where they end and he begins. Feverish and puffy-eyed, his breathing is a ragged hunhgh noise at best, punctuated by coughs that sounded like someone's rattling marbles in a bucket of jelly.
On his butt sits a hat. At his back is the Purrloin who put that hat there, insistently pawing at him as if hoping that her benevolent gesture of returning it to her trainer might make all of this go away. All in all, the whole scene looks like a hot mess.]
So... [says the alto female voice behind the camera, who sounds oddly unconcerned] ...this has been going on since he fell into the water two nights ago while we were traveling here. I don't think he's dying yet, though I wonder if anyone knows what it might be.
[A pause as she's interrupted by another explosion of coughing] I'd have taken him to a doctor, but I don't think you appreciate how dedicated he is to that bed at the moment... [or how difficult it was dragging him in here in the first place, for that matter...
As the purrloin continues to nudge and poke him with her paw, a hand suddenly explodes out of the cocoon of blankets and seizes the feline by the scruff of her neck. He sits up, looking blearily-disoriented but clearly thinking he's awake enough to growl into his pokemon's face:]
In arctic and tropical climes,
the integers, addition, and times,
taken (mod p) will yield
a full finite field,
as p ranges over the primes!
[She is not sure whether this was a reprimand or not, and so, responds by grabbing for his bandana. There's a sigh that sounds slightly exasperated behind the camera as the video cuts out]
((OOC - this is a joint post. People can address either Belphegor, Sho, or both and they will answer accordingly!))
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I spoke to the nurses at the center about your condition. They gave me some medicine that may help if you'd like to take it now.
[From the basket, there is a small snorting noise and the shifting of small legs on a blanket]
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[Only to be smacked in the face by Purrloin's paw.]
Purrloin!
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Poniiii [a tiny voice whickers]
Those eggs we bought were apparently waiting to be picked up and had been sitting there for several days. One of them hatched on the walk back.
[Saying so, she drifts over to the small kitchenette area to draw a bowl of hot water and begin stirring a packet of noodle soup powder into it.]
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Horses do not come from eggs.
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Belphegor, meanwhile, has fished a large capsule out of the jar Nurse Joy gave to her, cracking it open to spill the contents into the soup bowl as well, stirring them in.]
Your two must be the brown ones. [she remarks idly, approaching with the medicated broth to seat herself on the edge of the bed]
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[Purrloin harumphs and hops down to check out what else was brought.]
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According to the guide, that means its healthy. [she offered, before turning back to him, spooning up a portion of the soup, blowing on it gently before bringing it to his mouth]
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[He watches them in bemusement.] So irrational. [And then obediently opens his mouth. He doesn't like being this weak, but his hands shake too much to try soup.]
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Meanwhile, the baby ponyta has gracelessly fallen from the bed to the carpet and is now prancing around the room, trying out its new legs in earnest. It all really does look like some sort of bizarre fever dream]
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[At least until one of the eggs started rocking back and forth. He was distracted enough at that to make another spoonful easy.]
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It looks like another will join us soon.
[She was glad, now, that she had the foresight to put her munchlax back in its ball after it had tried to eat the front desk's entire cup of pens while Belphe had checked them in. If not, this entire scenario would have been overwhelming.]
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...Not so bad. [He decided after a minute.] Still irrational, though.
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Kyaaaaa.... [she breathes, composure momentarily cracking] Adorable~
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Yes. ⊼ [that was to the little thing] Your name is ⊼.
Eevee?
Yes. [Now come cuddle him, little puffball, while Purrloin sleeps with the other egg.]
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They said it was likely to make you sleep after you'd taken it all, but it would stop the coughing for awhile.
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Hate being human.
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You said you were a reaper. [she goes on after a pause. As long as they're committed to the current situation, may as well make small talk] In your world, you collected souls?
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[Across the room, the ponyta has managed to nose the paper bag down from the counter and currently has its face buried inside, munching on the bag of treats Nurse Joy had included for the little ones when they hatched]
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Treat for ⊼, please? Never met a Witch. Insufficient data.
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In a Witch's Game, one of them commits a series of murders with magic, while the other attempts to disprove the use of magic by explaining the murders with human means. The winner is whoever is able to prove their side to be true.
[Apparently not as gluttonous as the Munchlax, the ponyta raises its head out of the bag at the sound of the Eevee's mewling, grasps the bag of treats in its teeth and trots back toward the bed with it, tossing its head to flip it up onto the sheets]
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[Sho blinked at them] Work together. Weird.
Reaper's Game is easier. Make a pact. Survive the week.
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As treats are doled out, she sets a couple aside for the munchlax. A hungry pokemon is bad enough...one that's surly over missing out on food when eating seems to be its life, she guesses, is worse]
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[He says, slumping back against the pillows and petting his Pokemon. The second egg shifts and cracks, spilling out another far-too-adorable Eevee baby.]
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