makedouble | Rule #001 // audio // Conserve Energy Wherever Possible

[ The feed crackles, turning on with a scuffling noise. A faint clinking of what might be silverware can be heard, and after a pause, two voices. ]

Such a backwoods establishment...is your training progressing smoothly, Miss Kneesocks?

Indeed... More smoothly than I had expected, given the standard rate at which our colleagues in training have progressed.

My, how fortunate! Could you have been gifted with a more talented Pokémon? Or do the others’ issues lie elsewhere, I wonder...

You may be onto something, dear sister... Perhaps the discrepancy is caused not by an excess of ability in our Pokémon, but a lack of ability on the part of our peers’...

[ The higher-pitched voice gasps in apparent concern. ]

A tragic case of neglect, isn’t it? Such sophomoric boors shouldn’t be trusted with hermit crabs, let alone caring for intelligent beings. Doesn’t anyone here practice proper discipline? Are there no rrrrrules to training at all?

Well said, well said!-... Ah, dear sister, it seems we’ve left the recording on.

Goodness, what a dreadful mistake.....

[ A moment’s pause. ]

...the battery might run low!

[ And with a click, the feed ends.]

[[ ooc: green is Scanty and blue is Kneesocks. If you have a preference for who responds please let us know, otherwise replies may come from both or either! ]]

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[ Oh hey, this additional girl is chiming in again. ~~She had to clean up after falling victim to Kneesocks's spit-take, okay.~~ ]

Let's not jump to conclusions, Miss Kneesocks. After all, there's no way that morbid, acetic, gothic-flavored gutter angel, with great sugary globs of fat where her bustline ought to be, could possibly have followed us here, of all places. It'd be a most ironic, unpleasant joke!

[A pause of her own, and then her voice is much more pointed - and much more clearly directed at the Gear. ]

Wouldn't it?

Uwah... It's like I can feel that second one leering at me even though it's audio only...

Erm... W-Well, it could also just be a case of mistaken identity! I mean... The Stocking-san I knew certainly was into the goth-loli style and had a... um... nice figure... But I would certainly never use most of those words to describe her.

*Keyword in that being knew...*

[ There's a pause here, or at least, they hope it comes across as a pause. Some stage whispering probably gets transferred, however. ]

What do you think? It can't be the same! All people named Stocking must just....subscribe to the same grim aesthetic and saccharine diet....

But, dear sister, no one was that incomparably idiotic...

[There's a brief pause, and after it Kneesocks clearly seems to be addressing Hayate.]

It would benefit us greatly if you could tell us more about this... Stocking that you knew.

Eh? Um... Do you mean like... appearance or personality wise? There's not that much to tell, since I didn't know her all that well. She was rather friendly most of the time-- *since he offered her sweets.*-- had purple hair, blue eyes... um... What else...

*Trying to recall, yet that already might be enough to confirm suspcions.*

[That description sounds alarmingly close.]

How unfortunate, that she would dare to show her face here-

[...Wait a second.]

You're speaking in the past tense. [With a faint hint of excitement,] Is she no longer here?

[ Okay okay so don't get worked up don't get worked up it's all gonna be okay she's not here but she was and who knows what kind of dreadful slander that bitch could have spread in their absence that might leave a stain on their newly-minted, promising careers as members of this diabolical organization how DARE she when Scanty next sees her she's going to ---

--but she's not getting worked up, nope, not her! ]

That's probably for the best. She managed to bamboozle this boy completely - who knows what havoc her influence might have wreaked if allowed to run unchecked.

[ A pause to think. ]

I don't suppose something terrible happened to her, by chance? Struck by lightning? Food poisoning? Trampled by stampeding beasts to three-tenths of a millimeter thick?

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Um... She is gone, yes, and as far as I know nothing bad happened to her? It was the same as every other disappearance. One day she was here, other other she wasn't. Painless and sudden as always.

... though, ah... I wasn't "bamboozled" by her. I volunteered to send her sweets since she said she wasn't sure if she'd make it from town to town without sugar...

So departure is the same as arrival... Hm.

[How... annoyanly unpredictable.]

Your information makes you mildly useful.

Though honestly, do be more discerning in the future, won't you? There are all sorts of unruly people just waiting to prey upon simpletons such as yourself.

Trafficking with an angel, really! Sugary on the outside, yet every bit as trashy as the calories she craves.

[ And she chuckles. ]

*Hayate just kind of... tilts his head to one side at all of that. Angels and sweets... Sounds pretty weird! Yet no weirder than everything else he's heard here.*

Are you talking about yourself? If you don't like gifts, I'll be sure to keep that in mind next time a holiday comes around that I would normally send some out to people I know during.

Oh, hardly! We appreciate any gifts given to us by admirers.

It's simply that we do not demand gifts the way certain angels do.

Donations of fine wines, chocolate with a richness of at least seventy percent cocoa, and truffles are particularly appreciated if people insist on sending sweets.

Status-enhancing Pokémon accessories might be viewed more favorably at present, however.

... I'm not sure if between two of you you're being subtle, or just incredibly direct.

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