ANOMALY DETECTED

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOV 25TH to 27TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
Log:






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[provillainmove]

[The nearby person in this case is by all accounts at first glance a generic lanky teenager, save the gray-blue hair. His clothes are illfitting but clean, solidly black from head to toe, with some partly worn slogan on it in bland white text. Ignore the evidence of what must be terrible allergies by all the scratches and gouges across his throat and parts of his face, they look self-inflicted.

Columbo and his stoutland are studied for a long, looong moment, the gastly bobbing at his side giving a particularly wide grin before he gives a shrug and steps closer to look at the map the man is holding.

Then reaches out to flip it upright between three careful fingers.]

American, huh? If we were where I was about an hour ago, I'd say about nine thousand kilometers.

[His voice is a dry, unpleasant rasp. Maybe he too, smokes! But at his age?? If he's twenty it'd be a shock. But for all that his tone is abrupt and bearing not exactly ... friendly, he doesn't also seem to be trying to be hostile.]

Now, who the hell knows. You been on a ten hour plane ride lately, old man? I haven't. Never been anywhere that plays background music without any speakers around either.

[His gaze shifts to the stoutland.]

...Cool dog though. Want to trade? I got a balloon without a string.

[thisoldman]

Huh? A balloon?

[Columbo scratches the side of his head, brow furrowing in a mildly perplexed expression. As far as he's aware, the Gastly looks nothing like a balloon to him, but what does he know about the pokemans?]

Er--no thanks, I'd feel bad if I didn't find this guy's real owner. He just started following me around, y'see, and I think he misses his master. He kinda reminds me of my own dog back at home, except instead of steppin' on his own ears, he steps on his own beard.

[The Stoutland seems to not care about this assessment.]

But, uh, no, I can't remember gettin' on a plane today. If I forgot that, I ought to get my head examined.

...What does your shirt mean?

[provillainmove]

[Shigaraki stares at the stoutland longer, expression blank. There's no doubt at all in his mind if that dog was following this guy around, then this guy was its owner.

By their data, gastlies are useful, but ... even after all this time he's got a soft spot for dogs he'll never admit to.]

These things, they're called 'pokemon', and almost all of them are feral. They decide their owner a lot of the time. If it's following you around, then you're the master. Supposedly a lot of them are smart. People smart.

[It's stated as if it's a fact, even though he has zero proof to back his words up. There might be some inkling of truth to it, given the relationship the occasional passing trainer seems to have with their pokemon.

He finally stops coveting the stoutland long enough to glance down at his own hoodie, brow furrowing. Maybe. Maybe if he tried to be more helpful, this guy would agree to a trade..

A moment is spent fishing out his cellphone, held delicately in three fingers. While he has signal, it's not likely to connect to anywhere useful.. and would Columbo even know what one is?]

Means what it says. I could be playing a game right now, instead I'm here. My cellphone still works, you want to try giving someone a call and see if they can come get you?