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I am in need of assistance regarding a domestic housecat. Unrelated to the earlier epidemic of black cats.

Please come to the music room in apartment building 1 if you have experience with animals. The situation is not urgent, but regardless sooner would be better.

[And if you accept this invitation to hang out with the coolest Pokemon in Saeng Seong, you will find a disgruntled Mewtwo sitting in front of the vending machine. Why is he sitting in front of the vending machine? Because of the cat inside the vending machine. Obviously.]

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[u say animals he is on his way ok

Silver and Weavile pretty quickly drop what they're doing and head on over to the first apartment building...

...But he has no idea where the music room is, which leads to a lot of wandering around. Whoops.

[GOOD JOB SILVER anyway at some point Mewtwo hears the tapping of Weavile feet in the hallway and remembers the trainer that had arrived the month before. Well, experience with Pokemon is sort of like experience with animals...for a few moments he contemplates trying to avoid the boy, but decides that there's probably no real reason to. He seems like an okay person so far - or at least not a dangerous one.

So the Pokemon gets up to peer out into the hallway from the music room. Over here, dude.]

[...Oh. Oh! Over there. Okay. Thank you.

Come on, Weavile, let's go follow Mewtwo and save a cat or something.]

[here's a guy who had turned on the communicator on a whim only to see the message requesting assistance with an animal. Of course, because it was text he had no idea who had made the request. So when he arrived to the music room, a little sweat, indicating that he ran, Prussia is looking around confused]

Uh... cat person? [heavy German accent dripping off of every word]

[The Pokemon raises his head when Prussia enters, giving him an intense stare. Sorry, his expression is actually just stuck like that.

He is absorbing everything he can about this person, though. He may have invited people to come to him, but that doesn't mean he trusts them. He just...doesn't know what to do about this cat by himself.]

Yes. [The voice comes directly into Prussia's mind more than through his ears, accented with a small tilt of the head.]

Do you have experience with cats?

[oh, this person... being? was the cat person? Uh... okay, so there were non-human people here, okay, he wasn't exactly human. He was awesome! Oh... and apparently this guy was telepathic? Okay, he could deal with that. Don't freak out]

Ja! I have a cat back home! [there's that silly smile of his]

[ No need to fear, Madoka is here! ]

Incredible! You found a gashapon machine!

[ She hasn't even seen the cat as she presses her face against the glass to stare at the candy. ]

[He just remains sitting on the floor, watching her a little incredulously. MADOKA PLS.]

It was the cat who found it.

[(ps psychic)]

[ She's used to hearing voices in her head, but not from this guy. She turns to face him, her eyes widening just a bit. ]

Huh... are you like Kyuubey?

[ She responds with her own ~~super special magical girl psychic line~~ ability, wondering if he can pick up on it. ]

[WELP that was unexpected. His own eyes widen in turn, then narrow with slight suspicion and confusion.]

I am not familiar with "Kyuubey". Who are you? [He's aware that it would be more polite for him to introduce himself first, but he doesn't particularly care about being polite. Because he's a butt. A cat butt.]

My name is Madoka Kaname and I'm from Japan.

[ It's an easy enough answer, though it doesn't click in her mind that she should be giving a moniker instead despite using her powers. Poor thing, she's new to this superheroing. ]

Kyuubey is a creature not in this world, but this is how Kyuubey speaks with us. I thought maybe you came from the same place.

[You goober. It's ok, Mewtwo can keep a secret. He tilts his head, curious. "Madoka Kaname from Japan" sounds fairly normal...other than the powers, she appears a normal human. ~~Pink is a natural hair color, right? He shakes his head gently.~~]

I know of no creature by that name. I am from a place called Kanto. [Pause...] Is the species' name 'Kyuubey'?

what
how does something like that get to be unrelated

[WHATEVER he's coming over to check it out he's gotta see this.]

[He just waits for Davesprite to arrive before explaining further. His grumpy, suspicious look is softened by the boy's strange appearance. Nonhuman? You automatically get trust points. Although what kind of nonhuman you are is...up for debate...

Mewtwo turns his gaze towards the vending machine, indicating where the problem is.]

The timing is coincidental; this is not one of the black cats that appeared before. He belongs to a friend.

[that's gonna be a fun one. Mewtwo gets something of a look and a tilt of Davesprite's head before he turns to the vending machine, moving closer and squatting down for a better look.]

Hell of a coincidence, then. Guess there's no better time to go investigating places no one else would consider if they weren't very bored.

[he glances up at Mewtwo] Yeah? So, what's the story, what got you on cat-wrangling duty? [not that there is much wrangling happening right now, but hey.]

[Did he have experience with animals? Well, sort of. Just. Not the normal kind. A regular housecat was kind of a new thing, but he could probably figure it out, right? Even if basic biology nerd-age didn't cover it, he was sure he'd be able to research an answer.

~~Mostly because he didn't know the nature of the problem just yet~~]

Uh...sure, I guess I could see about helping out. I'll be over in a bit!

[Because hey, why limit his day to just one surprise?

If anything, the cat in the vending machine is definitely the least of the two he gets when he shows up. Because seriously man, what are you?!]

...I can't shake the feeling you may have left out a few details.

[...well, at least he's more surprised than, say, determined to trap Mewtwo inside a tiny ball or something. Not like he'd even know how to go about it if he wanted to, anyway. So, at least there's that.]

Edited 2014-01-05 11:29 (UTC)

[The Pokemon gives him a somewhat baleful look. YOU BETTER NOT BE THINKING THAT HES THE "DOMESTIC HOUSECAT", PETER. 8( HES MAJESTIC AND okay anyway, the problem at hand. Mewtwo waves a paw at the vending machine, just to make it clear that they're focusing on the cat, not on him.]

It is a friend's cat. I am caring for it while he is gone.

[Well, despite his willingness to be as completely quippy as humanly possible, he's gonna let that one slide, Mewtwo. If only because he's not in costume, and congratulating you on a job well done probably won't get the cat out of the vending machine.]

Right. Umm...well, we can rule out trying to reach in and grab it, since the theft guard built into the slot at the bottom would make it impossible. You'd just pinch its legs if you tried. Breaking the window's also out, since even if you managed to do it, all the banging would probably just terrify the poor thing.

[Really, right now he's just brainstorming out loud, but any contributions would not go unnoticed.]

Have you tried finding out who has the keys to the door yet?

Edited 2014-01-10 13:48 (UTC)

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