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[instrumentally]

Some of my pokemon seem to have laid eggs recently. I do not have enough space to care for all of them.

I believe that it is common for trainers to sell their excess eggs. If that is the case, then I would be willing to part with mine for a reasonable fee.

(OOC: EGG POST. Please go (here) on her journal and/or leave a note for me on plurk to receive an egg. Prices are P1000 across the board. First come, first serve!)

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[talkyourwayout]

Wait, what?

[So much of this information raises questions that he's not sure where to start.]

What kind of duties?

[instrumentally]

Defending humanity from hostile beings known as Angels was my purpose. I had other duties if my Commanders required them of me. These were often related to the primary mission.

[talkyourwayout]

Wait. So you were some kind of soldier? But you're a kid. I mean, I'm not even sure you're older than I am.

[instrumentally]

Yes. These statements were not considered contradictory.

[talkyourwayout]

That's so messed up.

[Seriously, Louie's mind is only getting started considering the implications of that and it's already not good. It does explain some of their interactions, though, he has to admit.]

I'm sorry. And I'm glad you're here instead of there, to be honest.

[instrumentally]

I am also fond of this place.