[Dr. Peter Venkman was, quite literally, born and raised with the carnival. He worked as a barker as a child, then a teenager; he's known fortune tellers since he was a baby, some shams and some secretly legitimate.
The point is, he knows his shit. But what he doesn't know is whether or not a Pokemon might be able to tell an accurate fortune, and that on top of the overwhelming sense of nostalgia draws him nearer. The Honchkrow on his shoulder croaks softly, peering at the Mandibuzz as she throws her bones. Kildarby is a bit of a witch in her own right- at least so far as a bird Pokemon can be considered a witch-, though she has no experience with fortune telling, and her knowledge with regards to divining from bones is limited. She's almost more curious about this than Venkman is.
... Also, unfortunately for the Poochyena, Venkman is very aware of how carny folk tend to operate. There's a Mimikyu- Kirby- at his feet, patrolling around him and hissing at anyone and anything that gets too close. If they chose him as a mark, they're gonna want to distract her first.]
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The point is, he knows his shit. But what he doesn't know is whether or not a Pokemon might be able to tell an accurate fortune, and that on top of the overwhelming sense of nostalgia draws him nearer. The Honchkrow on his shoulder croaks softly, peering at the Mandibuzz as she throws her bones. Kildarby is a bit of a witch in her own right- at least so far as a bird Pokemon can be considered a witch-, though she has no experience with fortune telling, and her knowledge with regards to divining from bones is limited. She's almost more curious about this than Venkman is.
... Also, unfortunately for the Poochyena, Venkman is very aware of how carny folk tend to operate. There's a Mimikyu- Kirby- at his feet, patrolling around him and hissing at anyone and anything that gets too close. If they chose him as a mark, they're gonna want to distract her first.]