belphe | [Video/Action for Cherrygrove]

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[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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[He shrugged a little bit] I ran Reaper's Game, sometimes. Some survived, some were Erased. Joshua, [his lips twisted, fangs showing] chose what the prizes for surviving were.

Reaper's game... [she repeats] Is it like a Witch's Game?

[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]

Eeveee! [⊼ wanted some of the treats too, and wiggled little fuzzy arms. Sho blinked over there]

Treat for ⊼, please? Never met a Witch. Insufficient data.

[With the way everything seemed to be turning out, this doesn't surprise her, really. It's as if this kakera she's fallen into had never heard of Beatrice the Golden.]

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]

[Eevee took two treats, and offered one to the Purrloin that lifted her head.]

[Sho blinked at them] Work together. Weird.

Reaper's Game is easier. Make a pact. Survive the week.

And the challenge...? [she inquires, assuming it must be more difficult than that.

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]

Don't let Reapers or Noise Erase you.

[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.]

[He's lucky her sisters aren't here, or her control would be much less than it currently is as she is confronted by not one, but TWO balls of cute fluff. As it is, the newest eevee gets another dewy-eyed smile, rather than snatched up and nibbled on by an onslaught of cooing stakes.]

....!!

⊽ [Sho declares.] ⊽ & ⊼. [The Purrloin murbles as it gets a treat out for the newest little one, and Sho laughs...a laugh that ends with another set of wracking coughs.]

Yes... [When he can breathe again] & Riemannian Zeta-Function.

Purrloin?

Riemannian is more feminine than Riemann.

Purrloin!

[Meanwhile the Eevees are sitting up, side by side, looking up at Belphe. Pet them?]

[You bet she's going to pet them. She's so absorbed in them, in fact, she nearly forgets all about the soup. ...at least until it starts to slip from where she's balanced it on her thigh and she quickly catches the bowl before it can spill.

Maybe it would be better to focus on one thing at a time. Priority one - feed sick man. Here, have some more soup, Sho]

[He blinks at it like he's not sure what he's supposed to do with it, and then opens his mouth. ⊽ and ⊼ puddle themselves on his thighs while RZF curls up against his side, purring contentedly. She has more things to help keep Her Trainer from getting his damnfool self killed off before he's been properly trained.]

I'll get better. Pay you back.

[A brief shadow of discomfort passes over her features at the idea of being "paid back".]

Now who's being irrational? You don't have to worry about things like that.

Get what you earn. [he mumbles grumpily between bites] TANSTAAFL. Everything else is lies.

Speaking of earning [and speaking of shamelessly turning the topic away from its current point] the center is looking for daytime file-sorters for decent pay. I intend to check in with them in the morning.

Owe you. [He says in return, grumbly] Take the ￥.

....I don't want your money.

I don't want to owe you.

Then don't. It's foolish to think that you do.

[He takes, or rather attempts to take, a deep breath in order to start yelling at her. Instead all he manages to do is trigger a coughing spasm that has him falling over sideways and curling around himself to the panicked cries of the two babies and RZF's startled yelp.]

[The sudden flurry of discord surprises her too. She quickly sets the nearly-empty soup bowl aside to help him sit up again, hoping it will reassure the pokemon]

He'll be fine. [she explains to the baby eevees over the bark of his coughing, wondering if they'll even understand] He's not well right now, that's all.

Eevee? [the first one born asks, as it and the other one cling to each other. Purrloin rumbles and then carefully puts Sho's hat on top of the pile of babies before looking at Belphe.]

Purrloin. [You have thumbs. Fix him.]

[Not a lot she can do for him until he stops coughing on his own. Or until the medicine kicks in and knocks him out for awhile.

But she continues to prop him up, at least keeping him from capsizing again and further alarming everyone]

[Slowly his body relaxed as the medication took effect, although his breathing remained ragged. The babies and RZF calmed down as Sho fell asleep.]

[As he relaxes into a medicated slumber, she situates him and the bed back into a semblance of order, arranging the pillows to properly support his head and tucking the blankets in around his shoulders.

There. That's much better.

Her eyes fall to RZF]

If you'll watch them, I'll go and buy some proper dinner for everyone.

[The Purrloin salutes her and then nudges the two baby Eevee into a cuddle next to Sho before calling to the little Ponya to join them.]

[She then hops off the bed and pokes at the ball containing the Munchlax with a questioning] Purrloin?

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