[Venkman may not be able to hear Fortuna's words, but he gets the gist. But, just in case he doesn't, Kildarby warbles quietly. After some deliberation, she manages to squawk out one syllable-]
"Ask."
[Much like a true crow, she can mimic speech to a certain, limited degree. Venkman nods.]
... How about you ask?
[A soft, somewhat surprised croak.]
I dunno, I never know what to say for these things. [He does, but he never knows how to say it.] And you're interested. Go on.
[Another croak. Curious. Appreciative. She eyes the bones far more intently. Kildarby has a few questions in mind. She has a lot of priorities in life. She's a strong bird, and she knows it- but she could always ask how to become stronger. How to be a better witch, how to divine from the bones, like Fortuna...
The question she settles on is none of these things.
"Is it ever possible for a trainer from another dimension to die here?"
That's right. Fuck everything else. This bird still wants to know if she can murder Egon Spengler in cold blood. Almost none of Venkman's Pokemon can be normal.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Kirby absolutely spots the Poochyena out of the corner of her eye. Her first reaction is to hiss threateningly, like a territorial cat. After a moment, her metaphorical hackles go down, and her false head lolls as she peers curiously- cautiously- at Fiddle. She doesn't approach, but she is watching him.]
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"Ask."
[Much like a true crow, she can mimic speech to a certain, limited degree. Venkman nods.]
... How about you ask?
[A soft, somewhat surprised croak.]
I dunno, I never know what to say for these things. [He does, but he never knows how to say it.] And you're interested. Go on.
[Another croak. Curious. Appreciative. She eyes the bones far more intently. Kildarby has a few questions in mind. She has a lot of priorities in life. She's a strong bird, and she knows it- but she could always ask how to become stronger. How to be a better witch, how to divine from the bones, like Fortuna...
The question she settles on is none of these things.
"Is it ever possible for a trainer from another dimension to die here?"
That's right. Fuck everything else. This bird still wants to know if she can murder Egon Spengler in cold blood. Almost none of Venkman's Pokemon can be normal.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Kirby absolutely spots the Poochyena out of the corner of her eye. Her first reaction is to hiss threateningly, like a territorial cat. After a moment, her metaphorical hackles go down, and her false head lolls as she peers curiously- cautiously- at Fiddle. She doesn't approach, but she is watching him.]