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[Hanna's had a pretty interesting day so far. He met a woman who said she was his mom, which as far as he's concerned, is really fucked up. He got the most precious pokemon friend ever, talked to a professor, and is now wandering route 29. It's in his wandering though, trying to fluff over the fact that he's here, he isn't being held up by gun point, and is instead living a childhood dream, that he realizes something.

Before he'd been so overwhelmed by everything that it hadn't registered, but now? He was just walking, everything was calm, and-] Oh my god this music is everywhere.

[He's talking to the screen because he's not going to complain to his Noibat who probably has way better hearing and thus suffering more than him by far.] What do they have around here? Speakers in the trees? I don't understand where it's coming from, but as far as music goes, it kind of sucks. Like I always imagined having my own life soundtrack, but i've endured only like, what? Three hours of this and it's already stuck in my head. Please tell me it changes every once in a while. Please.

Cause this is like some kind of torture.

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After the realization that no, this music doesn't stop, and complaining to everyone about it, Hanna has decided to take a break and open up that lunch his...mom packed. It's nice, obviously made with love and he's just going to stare at it for a little bit, taking it in before grabbing his fork and taking a bite.

He can't say he isn't disappointed when it doesn't taste like what his mom used to make, but there's that same quality of 'i made this for my son' that kind of gets him to chew slower, appreciate it more, and after each bite he kind of sighs and takes a deep breath. For all that he had been pushing aside, trying to keep up the hype of just being here? Well. "Mom's" lunch seems to take the cake over being moments away from being shot any day.

Amelia, who had been flying around looking for food of her own to eat, smart little thing that she was, flutters to a stop on a branch, big ears twitching and turns back towards her over enthusiastic trainer. Something's wrong, obviously, and she'll flutter back, landing right next to his lunch on his knee, squeaking up at him.

"Huh? Naw, it's all good, Amelia," He says, wiping his nose with is sleeve and pushing at his eyes with the heel of his palm, "just got something in my eye."

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[Wow that is...Wow. This lady is talking to him and she's gorgeous. Ain't got nothing on little Amelia though, his heart has been taken by his tiny bat but...man. If they had a cheat freebie? He'd totally fail at taking her out on a date.]

I heard about the ledges...hopefully it'll blend in sooner or later though or I'm going to have the worst headache. [But enough about that.]

I'm Hanna by the way, nice to meet you!

Madness, isn't it? Little pockets of madness are everywhere. They become simply part of day to day life, if you remain long enough.

A pleasure. I'm Lust.

[Hanna totally heard what she had said before, he was listening, but then he coughs and kind of stares a little. He...can't have heard that right. He hadn't been staring that hard right? Was she fucking with him?]

Excuse me? I...I think the phone kind of messed up there a little. Can you repeat that?

[Oh god, this again.]

Your phone did nothing of the sort. I'm called Lust.

My brother is called Envy. They're simply names.

[Someone needs to punch this lady's father because that's just horrible, and he's pretty darn sure her mom didn't agree to a name like that. Here, look at my new baby girl! Her name is lust. What the fuck.]

Oh...Well, names are important. If it's just a name to you, you could pick another one that has more meaning? Not that you have to, obviously, if you like it, that's totally cool it just...I dunno.

You seem like a nice enough lady. I feel like a huge dick calling you that.

....

It's what everyone calls me. It's what I call me. As it happens, I have another name I could use if I wanted to.

I don't want to.

I'm perfectly nice. Which has nothing to do with what I'm called.

[This is a sore spot for Lust that hasn't been poked in some time.]

[Oops. This is why he shouldn't talk to women.]

Hey- sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. That's my bad.

We just met and I'm passed feeling like a dick, I've kind of escalated to being one.

Lust is your name and i'll use it. [Even if he personally objects, she's the boss here, so.] It's nice to meet you. Uh, hopefully you can still say the same of me.

Apology accepted. This place is full of people from many different places and times, keep in mind that different places have different ways.

And not all of us were human before this place. I suppose I should have mentioned that beforehand, but I forget it's necessary sometimes.

Would calling me 'Miss' Lust be preferable?

Yeah... [For a negotiator Hanna can be kind of shitty with words and how to actually talk to real live people when he gets the chance to.

Though he'll sort of pause at her comment, curious.] Wait, not human? So it's not just me who changed a little when I got here? And I mean, I'm human, just...I wasn't exactly one whole all put together. More like seven eighths, or what ever. That and my magic is gone, which sucks and I'll probably be less okay with later but...what can you do? Who am I gonna yell at, because I sure as hell don't know who exactly is responsible.

[Though he kind of smiles at her compromise, nodding. That would, funnily enough, make him feel a little better.] I can do Miss. Miss Lust works perfect for me.

No, it isn't just you. We're all made fully human here.

[She warms a bit, learning he's gone through that.]

I'm something similar. Close to human. I don't look any different, but I've lost my abilities and my....nature, I suppose. No one knows who's responsible, it's just something that happens.

You may call me Miss Lust, then...or 'Miss Fitz', if the associations are simply too much for you. I used to produce radio shows, I used that moniker for the venture. I suppose I've adopted it as a last name of sorts.

They left the evidence behind when they fixed me up, but yeah... huh. I suppose that makes sense. I can't even imagine what would happen to someone who wasn't like, human shaped. That would suck. Like, suddenly you're up on two legs with a new body and here is your new friend and new life. God, so much more of a headache. I guess I didn't have it too bad then. [He would ask what she was before, but...he's already offended the lady today so he'll hold off on that.

He smiles at the thought of her being a radio personality though. Some might call it a waste, but he figured if she was put on tv instead? Some people might not be as kind as they would for a voice rather than a pretty face.] That's kind of fun! what kind of shows did you do?

I've yet to meet anyone who was traumatized by it, but it doesn't sound easy.

It's my preferred form of entertainment, it's a pity it's not practiced here. I cobbled together short mysteries.

I wonder if people who were given entirely new bodies have some kind of body image issues afterward...I can't imagine everything imagines what it would look like if it were human anyways. Kind of rude to assume they would...

[But excuse him as he just becomes more interested in radio shows because that sounds awesome.] You wrote mysteries? That's awesome! I'm actually a detective myself, it's pretty cool.

[He might suck at it, but the title is his, so he can brag and posture to look cooler in front of the ladies if he wants to.]

Perhaps. I was...less than pleased with my physicality, at first.

Oh, no, I didn't write them, as in I made them up wholecloth, I simply wrote down what I remembered of programs I enjoyed in my first world. And filled in bits I didn't. I've lost most of my actors, though, and...personal events have kept me from it.

Are you? That's dangerous work.

Oh! I got it. It was a retelling. Well that's still cool. I mean, if you love something enough to reproduce and replicate it, there's a lot of passion there!

[His attempt to reproduce and replicate Queen music isn't quite so glamorous due to his horrible tone deafness, but still. Passion is cool.] If you're ever looking to start that again though, I'd definitely love to help you. Radio shows are so cool...I mean, the ones that actually tell stories. It's kind of a lost art in the day of Television and video games.

[But he'll just grin and nod, thankfully the camera doesn't pick up how much he might be puffing his chest out.] Yeah! It's pretty dangerous, though I've got a cool partner who helps me now, so it's less lonely anyways! I investigate paranormal stuff since, well I guess this is just recently, but there's been a lot of vampire activity in the area...some ghosts. Before I came here I was working on a murder!

Yes, exactly that. I wouldn't know how to begin simply making something up from nothing.

It was just something to do.

[Or had been, before everything had gone all...wrong. She's still putting her life back together.]

They say only two sorts of people pursue danger. The truly brave, and the truly foolish.

You just need a writer. I'm not one, but I bet in the huge melting pot of people who come here, you could find people to create for you. And there is radio. But I guess at your own pace. You don't need my help to fuel your passion obviously.

[He figures if she hasn't started it up again, there's a definite reason or reasons why not and he'd rather not annoy her again.] Anyways, I can't say I'm especially brave, just...I know what it's like to not have help in a situation like that, with paranormal activity, so I'd rather prevent it from going how it did for me whenever I can. That probably pushes me onto the stupid side of the spectrum, but hey? At least now I know how to deal with it, so why not?

It works well enough, my way. No one here's ever heard the shows from my world. It may as well be something written brand new, to the audience.

So it's a labor of empathy. How interesting.

No, I'd say that's a form of bravery. Ignoring your own safety to ensure the safety of others. Conscious self sacrifice is inherently brave.

[She's flattering him and it kind of makes him blush because when does that ever happen, but he knows it isnt all just bravery.] Thats nice of you to say but bravery can easily be translated into stupidity or over confidence.

I can admit I'm a moron when its not a client im talking to.

There's one clear difference. A fool believes there is no danger. A brave man knows there is, but proceeds anyway. Even if terrified, or driven only by vanity.

I hardly see what that has to do with anything.

Or I could just have a death wish. I don't, by the way, but. I mean, I know it must sure as hell look like I do when I work.

[He won't go into self esteem and worth issues he's got, but if she hangs out with him at all it'll probably become obvious.] But what ever. [Maybe it's time to change the subject...]

So are you a trainer or do you breed pokemon? I've heard that you can buy eggs from people and that's fucking cool...

Appearances can be deceiving.

I'm a circus performer. My brother and I are acrobats. I suppose I'm technically a trainer, but I rarely battle in seriousness.

They can, this is true. [True in so many ways.

He perks up a little at the idea of watching a circus though. He hadn't gone in so many years.] Wait, really? That's so cool! Do you guys have a magician? I don't know if I can do any slight of hand, but since I don't have any real magic, learning tricks would be super cool...

Yes, really. We're based in Goldenrod. And I don't think we currently do...

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