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_{[The message is quick, but not really rushed. It's more so like JW doesn't know how to thank people than he has anything else he needs to be doing.]}

Hey, appreciate the potions, man. Merry Holiday or whatever they call it.

It was weird riding through a big city on horseback, but as JW passed through the more residential areas and made his way into the city proper, he found that a literal unicorn was not that unusual a whip. Roaring dragons soared overhead and all types of birds and great hopping creatures took the places of busses and trainlines and cars.

He traveled like a nomad, with a patchy fluttering poncho blowing in the snowy wind behind him. Hot Stuff, his Sizzlipede, was wrapped around his neck and doing an awesome job of keeping him toasty but still, his breath puffed in the new year's chill. He held his Poke'Gear out in front of him in one gloved hand as he stopped occasionally and showed the address to passers-by. Some people would give him a helpful nod and point him the way. Others would scowl. They knew that house. They wanted nothing to do with JW.

With confusion creasing his brow, JW soldiered on. Eventually, Lady and JW found their way to the front lawn of Handsome Manor. JW pulled her to a stop and squinted up at the windows, a hand shielding his eyes from the snow.

"Damn..." was all he really had to say about it. JW wondered if this fellow was going to invite him in, dope him up, and then hunt him for sport.

"HONEY, I'M HOOOOME!" James kicked the door to the manor open and staggered in with a huge duffle bag clutched in his arms. It had been a good while since he'd left to go get his Violet badge but now he was back in town and honestly? He missed it.

He was still wearing his Violet City Champ shirt and had Hot Stuff wrapped around his shoulders for warmth against the spring chill. JW tossed his bag unceremoniously to the floor and casting around for Assface. "Now, where's my princess?"

J'yaaack!

_{[JW's call echoes from one of the many hallways of the Handsome Estate. It has a lilt to it which Jack will have come to know that it means he's very pleased with himself.]}

Jaaack? Come look!

_{[However it comes to pass, be it JW finally finding the room that his best friend is crashed in or through Jack's exploration, the reveal is the same. JW is holding Princess Assface by her little front paws from behind. She has a tutu on and he is walking her along with one back paw each on top of his sneakers.]}

Looooooook!

JACK!

_{[There comes a crash as JW forcefully (which is surprising since he's such a twiggy and admittedly frail fellow) kicks in the door of whatever room Jack is currently abiding in. His winter clothes are hanging halfway off him and are covered in snow. He is waving a cigarette. His hair is sticking straight up on one side.]}

I'VE FUCKIN' HAD IT! I've HAD IT WITH THIS GODDAMN KOALA ASS FACE HAVIN ASS DEER!

Edited 2022-01-28 00:22 (UTC)

[It's been a very strange day for Angel, and it's only getting stranger still. Seeing the ghost of her long-dead mom was one thing, just as having her follow her about is another. She's wordless, given how little Angel both knew and remembered of her, but she still manages a warm smile and nods of encouragement whenever told a story or two.

It's hard to miss, however, the way she casts a look around every now and again, as if searching for someone. It fills Angel with a faint sense of dread each time she notices it -- it's not hard to guess who she's looking for, after all.

Which is exactly why she excuses herself from the Pelagic gym after a few hours, muttering an excuse about going for a walk. She hates not telling Armin the truth, and certainly will divulge where she went at a later date, but for now it's better that he doesn't know. And in a way, it is the truth. She is going for a walk -- it's just the destination that she's a little vague on.

The destination being a familiar home in Goldenrod. She stands outside the door nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. Her mother stands beside her, silently looking between child and door with confusion lining her delicate features.]

You wanted to see -- Dad, right? [She speaks even though she knows there won't be an answer. At least it keeps her distracted as she finally knocks upon the door.]

Did you know that the number attached to your pokegear device has been written on the wall of a Goldenrod drinking establishment, with the advice to call you for a good time?

[The voice on the other end seems very amused by this.]

Edited 2022-07-08 23:41 (UTC)

[There are advantages to the relative size of their current camp. When Angel decides to check in on her father, she doesn't have to do much legwork to seek him out. She's certain he isn't too happy about their predicament. Even she finds some of her patience tested.

Nevertheless, she eventually comes across a tent that she can only assume is his. She taps on the canvas, before finally raising her voice:]

Dad? Are you here?

hey whats up buddy dont be mad but there has been a laundry mishap

[Angel likes to think she's getting better at the whole "dealing with her dad" thing. Which is why, with the holiday season quickly approaching, she thinks to reach out.]

Hello.
Um.
I was wondering what size of a sweater you wear?
Exactly measurements if you can! Please.

[voice] Dec 26

[ACTION-- January 3rd, 2021]

Action [Backdated to March 18]

[Action]

[Backdated to whenever the snorunt stuff was going on i dont remember]

5/8 - Ghost Shenanigans

late june - voice message

Probably Backdated, what is time

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