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[So by now you're all probably relatively used to weird little creatures running around in place of your residents, eh Manor?]

[Well today you receive a blue and yellow bunny-looking thing-- a Minun, for anyone who may be familiar with the origin of these strange little animals --with a mop of blue hair, and a ridiculous blue article attached to his neck that somewhat resembles a windsock. Since he can't quite get it up over his ears, you can't tell immediately that it's normally a hood.]

[He's standing up on his toes, reaching in vain toward... Well, it's hard to tell. It could be the doorknob (plausible), it could be the name plaque reading Zoosmell Pooplord near the door of a room that wasn't always labeled (accurate)... Or, you know. He could just be beating his tiny little blue paw against the door for the hell of it.]

[Who knows.]

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[oftime]

[ Not far down the hall, there's a creamy-yellow and dark red bunny-looking thing ambling along, not looking especially bothered by its predicament. You could, in fact, say it is looking pretty cool, all things considered.

Or ridiculous, with the nearly too-big aviator sunglasses and the very notable hood and cape. How it managed to get the hood up is anyone's guess (it took a while, shut up), but even underneath it there's a visible sweep of red hair and some... oddly thick eyebrows, actually.

He pauses when he sees the other bunny thing beating its tiny little blue paws on the door, and cocks his head to the side. There's a long moment of staring. ]

... the hell are you doin'?

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They got my name wrong. [Hops. Hops again. Makes a flailing leap at the doorknob.]

[Grumbles.]

[oftime]

... dude, you're not gonna get anywhere like that. You're like, a foot tall.

[ Comes closer, ignoring his cape as it drags across the floor behind him. ]

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I'm totally getting somewhere, okay? If I could just get my-- Windy-- thing-- [He makes a ridiculous flailing gesture in the air when he jumps, this time, flapping his stubby little bunny arms like he's trying to fly. When he lands, he drops into a seated, grumpy crouch and frowns up at the plaque a million miles away.] I can usually fly.

[Turns and looks over at Dave!Plusle.]

[And blinks.]

...uh.

[oftime]

... windy-- [ Dave stares at him for a much longer moment, head moving with his hop as he flails around and then lands. There's a slow blink behind the shades as the other bunny thing turns to look at him, and his ears flick straight up instead of sitting at the relaxed angle they were at before.

Huh. ]

... Egbert?

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[Much the opposite, John's bunny face splits into a giant happy grin.]

Dave!! Oh wow, I-- [Frowns.] ...finally get to meet you and we're totally both Pokemon! That's really fucking weird!!

[oftime]

[ The bunny face truly suits you, John. You and your funny teeth. It's kind of endearing. Dave's notched ear twitches, and he can't help the little quirk at the corner of his own bunny mouth. ]

No shit, Sherlock. I didn't miss that or anything. [ Plops down onto his haunches. ]

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...but that's sort of funny, we match. [Mirrors the action.]

Any idea where we are or why we're totally Plusle and Minun right now?

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We are the kawaiiest motherfuckers, that is all I know. [ Fiddles with his cape a bit so that he's not sitting on it, thinking. ]

Sure as hell wasn't what I expected to happen when Rose and I... [ Notably trails off for a moment. ] Nah, I dunno.

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[Blinks.]

Why're you wearing a cape, dude?

[oftime]

Same reason why you look like you're wearing an oversized windsock, bro.

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[Blinks again, and flicks his ears.]

Wait so everybody's God Tier now?

[oftime]

[ His ears swivel a little at that. ]

So, what. Jade hit it, too? Huh. [ Pauses, then shrugs his little Plusle shoulders. ] Guess so.

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Yeah she's got her dog's ears, it's sort of weird.

[Pause.]

...so you guys are okay, then?

[oftime]

Great, now she's part devilbeast.

[ And because he's not used to the ears, they sort of. Wilt, briefly. ]

Yeah. Coolest of coolkids before I woke up an electric rabbit.

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

*The initial joy of being able to float about, bounce off the walls, and teleport has faded a little, but only because he'd spent nearly the entire past two days indulging his inner child. Now he was back to patrolling the manor for residents in need. Just in case they missed someone.

Well, John wasn't stuck in his room, but he looked like he needed assistance.

Teleporting up next to him, Charles hung upside down to see him better.*

Is there something I can help you with?

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[John paused mid-leap and sort of slumped against the door as a result, knocking his glasses partially askew as he turned to look at Charles and his Groovy Mewtation. He blinked.]

Wow is the talking in my head thing a new development or can you always do that? 'Cause I swear your mouth didn't move-- well I mean I can't actually remember if Mew's mouth does move, and it'd make sense for him to do the telepathy thing. [He didn't actually consciously ignore your question, Charlie, he just found this more interesting.]

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*That's okay, he's used to tangents.

He's rolling back right side up (okay, so maybe he WAS still having fun), letting out a small 'mew' in the process*

I admit I was born with it, though the rest is new.

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[John grins a little at that.]

Nifty. So is everybody like this right now? "Everybody" being I guess the rest of the people I haven't met here.

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Most of us. This sort of thing happens frequently, though it is not always so...nice. I see that you're new, have you not met anyone yet to tell you all this?

*he drifts from side to side, unable to sit still in this form*

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[He sits back on his little bunny haunches and folds his ears back, then forward, shrugging.]

Been a little preoccupied trying to fix my nametag.

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*he tilts his head, and teleports up to John's nametag*

Zoosmell Pooplord? Yes, I see why you would like it changed.

*he attempts to pull the nameplate off the door*

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I know, right? Dumb.

[He's not terribly phased by the teleporting, and just stands on his little bunny toes and tries to better watch what he's doing.]

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*he floats back down to the ground, carrying the name plate with him*

What would you rather it say? Out of curiosity.

[heterosexually.livejournal.com]

Uh, my name? [B|]

...er, John Egbert. E-G-B-E-R-T, but the g's silent.