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Impromptu Oran Sleepover

Who: Oran newbies
What: Having fun with communal dens
When: Sometime after Mightyena gathered them up
Where: The Spire, low tier dens
Warnings: Will add if anything comes up, but not anticipating anything

[As everyone knows by now, the Oran Berries depend heavily on communal living, sharing a bed is simply to be expected. For some, this experience was temporary. Mightyena was kind enough to lend the mysterious misplaced Pokémon a place to rest, but now some of them have moved on.

For others, this is now a part of life, and it's time to get used to it. The Oran Berries value treating everyone like friends and family, after all, so you're expected to do the same! Why not have some fun with it?

Whether you've noticed your fellow newcomers are all gathering in one den, or you suddenly find yourself dragged into the the party against your will, everyone is invited! Everyone's going through the same thing, belong to the same guild, you gotta stick together.....right?]

[[ooc: Feel free to use this as a mingle log! We have nine Oran Berries (I think???) and although the dens are said to hold up to eight, I think some members are small enough that we should be able to include everyone!]]

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... Sacred rules? Um. Yeah, okay.

[He definitely notes her self confidence. She certainly has more than him. So he won't add that he wouldn't blame her for skipping out on singing, even if it did break the rules.

Now he has to come up with a secret. He hesitates for a moment, poking his little hands together. He supposes he should just say the first thing that comes to mind, even if he knows it's weird.]

Well... Erm. Shortly before I ended up here, I had been turned into a vampire and as difficult as that transformation was, I think I could have gotten used to it. I don't know for sure, but maybe I could've made it as a vampire.

[Shoka perks up again. A vampire? Is he serious? He doesn't seem at all like the type to come up with a joke like that, so she has to assume he is.

She's taken aback—not at the existence of vampires, but just at the thought of him specifically being one. And here she thought he was a complete normie!]

Oho, now we're getting somewhere interesting! So what, pray tell, does it take to make it as a vampire?

[Yeah, well, he's well aware that he's not exactly the stereotypical vampire. He wouldn't expect anyone to guess he was one. At least, not now. He doesn't have his little fang poking out over his lip anymore.]

Uh, well... You need to have control over your powers, I suppose. You've got to adapt to a whole new lifestyle, learn the vampire rules. And you have to get comfortable with, ah, your food...

[He makes an odd face, then. He never did get the hang of viewing people as a source of sustenance. As a vampire he'd need to learn to hunt and how to bite. He's not the type to kill for his meals, of course, it's just the whole concept of biting people is a bit of an ordeal for him.]

[Seeing that face he's making, Shoka leans in a little, cupping a hand behind one of her disguise's ears as she teases:]

Uh-oh! Did somebody have a problem with killing people?

[And he's just going to lean back a smidge, looking slightly agitated...]

Of course I did. I could eat without- Erm. I mean, I wouldn't let it come to that...

Oh, what a noble creature of the night you were!

Gonna be honest with you... Still doesn't sound like you were really that comfortable with your food.

[He rolls his eyes and snorts a bit at her sarcasm.]

No, I know I wasn't. It's something I'd have to get used to. It, yanno, takes time to adjust to essentially preying on people. Until then I was going to rely on, um, collection bags... Like, from a hospital or donation clinic...

[Or, rather, he got his supply from an unscrupulous back alley doctor. But he doesn't want to mention that.]

Gross. Good thing nobody else needs those!

[She may not have a true face in this form, but there's still a broad, mocking smile audible in those words.]

What makes you think you could've made it as a vampire, then? I mean, if you could barely even stomach eating...

[A bit of guilt rises in him at that remark, but... He does have to eat somehow, right? He makes an awkward expression, anyway, a bit of embarrassment mixed with annoyance.]

I-I don't know, okay? If I had forever, more or less, I figured I'd get it all worked out eventually... Maybe I could find the right kind of person who wouldn't mind being a donor. It could happen.

I guess. Suppose some freaks are into that.

[Not her though. She definitely hasn't read plenty of steamy fanfiction on the exact subject.]

Anyways—if you really were a vampire, did you even have to sleep? [Now that he seems to have mostly forgotten the game, she's just going to keep demanding free Truths.]

Mmph. That's not- I mean, why couldn't they just be helpful?

[Yeah, he'd like to avoid the types who would be too into being a donor. It wouldn't have to be weird, though, right? Still, he's looking a tad flustered over this whole topic and he is glad to talk about something else.]

Uh. Yeah, I slept. It was sort of different from when I would sleep before I was turned, but... I'd definitely feel tired around dawn and feel the need to rest while the sun's up.

In a coffin?

NO. I slept in my bed, like a normal person. I just, ah, put sheets over the windows, is all. That worked well.

Well, I gotta hand it to you... Sounds like you were the most normie vampire ever.

[She sounds disappointed.]

Good. That's what I was going for.

[She can be as disappointed as she likes, Conrad just crosses his arms in a triumphant gesture.]

Believe me when I say you wouldn't want to run into the other vampires I was unfortunate enough to meet.

What makes you so sure? For all you know, I would've been the most twisted vampire of all.

[He opens his mouth to deliver a swift retort, but then hesitates, taking a moment before he says anything.]

... The vampires I knew were all cold-blooded murderers. But, fine... You think you would've made a good vampire?

Maybe. Or maybe not. But I wouldn't be such a baby about eating at least... And I got called cold-blooded plenty of times at my last job.

[He utters a grumbly sound, looking indignant.]

You say that, but the diet change is rather a big adjustment.

...

What was your job, anyway?

I was a Reaper.

[That's all she says, very casually and with no elaboration.]

[That gets a raised a brow from him.]

... What do you mean? You harvested crops or what?

Yeah, they called me cold-blooded at my crop-harvesting job.

[Sigh!]

No, dummy. Ever heard of the Grim Reaper? Y'know, shinigami?

[There's a pause as he tries to assess if she's for real or not. Maybe he shouldn't be so skeptical, though, since he just told her he's a rather miserable vampire and she apparently believes him.]

I know of them... I just didn't think you could seriously be saying you reap souls. That was your job?

Like you being a vampire is any more believable.

Sort of. Honestly, I was small potatoes in the Reaper world, so I was mainly on tutorial duty—y'know, introducing people to the afterlife, getting 'em used to the rules... That kind of thing. The whole reaping souls deal was more my boss' boss' job.

... Yeah, I know, fair enough.

[There's a pause then as he mulls over this information.]

So, you were a guide, then... For dead people. I'd assume they'd would be grateful, if there are, uh, afterlife rules they have to follow.

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