princeofjunes | Track 05: Small Town

ACTION: EVERYWHERE - ALL DAY - EVERYONE

[As Yosuke's settled himself into Mayfield, he finds one question gnawing at the back of his head.

Is this place really that bad?

Sure, there's the dronings and the weird things that happen, but day to day everybody's able to go about their lives - maybe even find things to do that make them happy. They bring bits and pieces from home and make connections with other people. They can even meet people they never would have at home. Does the good the people make in this town outweigh the bad the town tries to bring them down with?

He's curious. Also, it's a great excuse to take a day off and wander around the town, so that's exactly what he does - he sets out and walks, with no destination in mind]

(( OOC NOTE: He's literally just walking around town today, meeting people, talking to people, whatever. In your reply just note where they're meeting; the park, a store, outside someone's house. It doesn't matter where, just give me a heads up. Thanks! <3 ))

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[Grimsley is returning home from a morning of grocery shopping, carrying a single bottle of wine in his hands.

...Bisharp strides along behind him, laden with five grocery bags. They make an odd pair. Possibly, Yosuke may be curious enough at seeing the Pokemon to approach, especially as Bisharp accidentally moves his arm the wrong way and slices right through one of the bags he was attempting to hold, spilling its contents.]

Ah, the wonders you could do with opposable thumbs, old friend...

[Nope. He's never seen one of those before. A few weeks ago he would've been absolutely shocked out of his mind, but now his jaw merely drops - way to desensitize him, Mayfield. Of course he has to wander over to the two of them]

Hey, uh... do you and your incredibly unique dog need a hand?

[Somehow, the demeanor of the steel warrior becomes even more stiff at hearing Yosuke's words; Grimsley quickly hides a smirk.]

Perhaps you could choose a better analogy there... But I'd be in your debt if you could help with this mess.

I, uh... [Yeah, probably not best to tick off the big steel thing]

Does your friend have a name? [And he starts helping to gather the fallen items before he can shove his foot further into his mouth]

[Bisharp's eyes grimly follow Yosuke wherever he goes; Grimsley will set aside his dignity for the moment, set his bottle of wine on the grass, and bend over. This was slightly degrading.]

It belongs to the species, Bisharp. Nicknames are popular among the younger trainers now, but the fashions were different in my time.

You, of course, understand none of that. How droll it was to discover that my occupation was considered a joke in most worlds...

Well, I understood the part where he's not a dog?
[Well, this got awkward fast, but at least he's gathered up the groceries!]

So what do you do anyway?

[As Yosuke walked near the park, he might just have noticed a totally normal guy. Well, okay, not totally normal.]

[He might have been wearing ordinary enough clothes, but blue hair wasn't quite typical for most people. Neither was the steel lance being spun around in his hand like it weighed the same as cardboard and stabbed repeatedly at a nonexistent opponent.]

[So really quite the opposite of normal. Approach anyway, Yosuke?]

You have the privilege of speaking to a member of the Elite Four, the greatest Pokemon trainers of the land.

[He will straighten out for the express purpose of giving a mock bow before stooping down again. His words themselves carry a sardonic, half-teasing tone.]

I am Grimsley. Master of the Dark-type.

[ Have a deceptively adorable little girl sitting on her front porch. She gives a withering look to Yosuke as he walks down the street... ]

[A young lady with bright green hair is standing in front of the pet store, staring longingly at the animals inside.]

[Pokemon trainer? The hell? He takes a minute to think it over - so that Bisharp of his is a Pokemon thing. Okay. And apparently training them is a big deal and he's an even bigger deal?

... well he doesn't really seem that impressive, but Yosuke doesn't feel like being a jerk]

So you're a pretty big deal back home?

Then we're definitely from different places, since I've never heard of you or Pokemon.

[Walking down the street? Awww yeah, Gil is waving.]

Onii-san!

[In this town, 'normal' becomes incredibly subjective. He approaches somewhat, getting closer until he's at the perfect distance to watch and appreciate the guy's skill without risking a wayward stab. Having been in his share fights he can certainly appreciate the guy's skill - and he sure as hell doesn't want to get on his bad side.

So for now, he'll just wait until Mr. Blue Hair is done]

[Withering looks? He's used to those - he got them in Inaba all the time. But they're a bit rare here, so he stops to check himself. He didn't step in any flowers, he didn't walk where he wasn't supposed to, he doesn't remember kicking any puppies.

So what the hell?]

Um... did I do something?

[Oh hey, was that an audience? Rin would probably give him hell for training in such an obvious place, but did it really matter? It wasn't as if half the city didn't already know who he was anyway.]

[Maybe he'd just enjoy the attention for the next few minutes until he finished. Shame it wasn't a pretty girl, but you couldn't win 'em all.]

Yo. Something I can do for you, kid?

My name crops up from time to time. Few have ever met me.

[Grimsley finishes with the last of the groceries and tries to look as dignified as he can manage with his arms full of eggs and cheese. It doesn't work very well.]

Shall we say... you play the game with a different set of rules? The two is a trump in my hand, but the most inconsequential in yours. So it is that I am relegated to the man who plays children's games in other worlds.

[Bright green hair? That's something he doesn't see every day. He stops next to her, glancing inside and trying to discern just what she's looking for]

Thinking of taking one home?

[ Evangeline looks the boy over for a second. So he was talking to her, was he?

Her face broke into a smirk. ]

My apologies. You looked so plain and boring, I thought for sure that you had to be one of the "drones."

My mistake.

[Oh hey, it's the annoying kid who's actually a pretty good guy! He waves back and walks over]

Hey, King-kun. Up to anything fun today?

[... yeah he can't comprehend a word of that. Sorry Grimsley]

... right. Does everyone where you're from talk like that?

Not really. Did you want to do something fun?

[He fights the urge to applaud, as well as the urge to ask for training. Who is he, Chie?]

Don't mind me! I'm just watching - I know when I see someone that's damn good. I'm not in your way, am I?

.....

[The man rolls his eyes a little and his tone abruptly shifts.]

Man, oh, man... Let's make this easier, shall we? Scrap what I said before. My name is Grimsley. Card sharp, gambler, and sometime drunkard, but hey, who isn't? You want to play some poker, I'm your man.

Yeah, I throw these monsters at each other in pitfights, but let's pretend that's my side job. Don't worry too much about it -- Unless you care to place a wager on a battle sometime.

[Great, more smart ass kids. Was he like this when he was one?]

Right, sorry. Next time I'll make sure to drive the family steamroller around town, just so you don't make that mistake.

[He shrugs]

I don't really have anything planned today. Did you have something in mind?

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