[Gliscor backs away enough for Ingo to be able to offer his hand.
The hand is still covered in multicolor strings, but a mere handshake will not cause too many problems.]
Excellent! Your battle was not bad at all. But, we seem to have done slightly better than you. We would really like to battle with you again! Please do ride with us again!
[A ginger handshake attempting not to get them any more tangled than they already are... Though the string connecting Piers to Ingo is now PURPLE AND GREEN.]
Another time. Maybe when I have more of my team...
[On Ingo's side it is a more yellowish green, now with a similar streak of purple. (Where is the color for thinking someone is soooo cool and passionate, platonically?!)]
Yes, that is correct! I will have to get in touch with Mister Kleken.
—That is the instrument you are playing, correct? I have never put any thought into learning music... And with the strings on my hands it is probably a bad time to learn.
Who knows. You could do well converting yourself into a human harp...
[Like, piers has significantly fewer strings. Even the ones that lead back home are like, gold for his sister and Pokemon, maybe three-ish yellow and... that's about it. No red, the ghosts of long-faded orange, and only the tiniest flecks of pink in two directions.]
But it's tougher for you lot who've been here a long time. Don't worry 'bout it. I can ask Ruggie, probably.
[He scoffs at the image of becoming a harp, though he does have plenty of strings. Most are green or yellow-green. He has at least a little of most of the colors on him, including his faded strings from home.
For now, distracted by the conversation, he is not really squinting to see what all Piers has specifically.]
Ruggie has been here almost as long as I have... But surely he will be willing to lend his assistance to a teammate!
Yes, he is hardworking with a good heart, but a little reckless in his youth, I think. I will be relieved a personality like yours is on the team to look after him!
Ah—I am sorry if this comes off as if I am putting too much pressure on you... Of course you are new and you have your own concerns to worry about! Do not think of it as an obligation!
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Thank you for the battle. I think I learned a lot...
[Piers pushes himself to his feet, back to his slouchy self. Handshake...?]
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[Gliscor backs away enough for Ingo to be able to offer his hand.
The hand is still covered in multicolor strings, but a mere handshake will not cause too many problems.]
Excellent! Your battle was not bad at all. But, we seem to have done slightly better than you. We would really like to battle with you again! Please do ride with us again!
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Another time. Maybe when I have more of my team...
Now you can get the token you need, I'm guessing.
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Yes, that is correct! I will have to get in touch with Mister Kleken.
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He scratches his head,]
Kleken, huh...
Give'im my best. I'm still working on a task from him too.
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[Like, piers has significantly fewer strings. Even the ones that lead back home are like, gold for his sister and Pokemon, maybe three-ish yellow and... that's about it. No red, the ghosts of long-faded orange, and only the tiniest flecks of pink in two directions.]
But it's tougher for you lot who've been here a long time. Don't worry 'bout it. I can ask Ruggie, probably.
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[He scoffs at the image of becoming a harp, though he does have plenty of strings. Most are green or yellow-green. He has at least a little of most of the colors on him, including his faded strings from home.
For now, distracted by the conversation, he is not really squinting to see what all Piers has specifically.]
Ruggie has been here almost as long as I have... But surely he will be willing to lend his assistance to a teammate!
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I'd always wondered what it'd be like to have a Mightyena on my team. Didn't expect it to be like this.
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Yes, he is hardworking with a good heart, but a little reckless in his youth, I think. I will be relieved a personality like yours is on the team to look after him!
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[Mumble, awkward... that's like too much positivity aimed at Piers.]
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[SUDDEN VISIBLE SADNESS. I MISS HER. I HOPE SHE'S OKAY. WHAT IF SHE'S NOT DRESSING WARMLY ENOUGH.]
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[DRAMATIC POINTING THAT JERKS THE STRINGS A LITTLE ON ACCIDENT]
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Sure but-- I couldn't do enough to change her quality of life. She still had to deal with having a useless older brother...
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I wish love could do everything, but it didn't.
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There's nothin' in my life I'm more proud of than her.
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