[ti]closed[/ti]Free to A Good Home

"I am working on my maaaagnum opus."  The weedle droned haughtily as it struck a pose.  "Most people tend to work with lesser mediums, things that are as temprorary as the fates allow, but I?"  The worm wiggled and writhed into a new pose.  "I am the ultimate medium.  I am immutable to but the changes of myself and the environment that I put myself in.  I AM the art darling."

Orion let out a light chuckle, patting the wiggly worm and then turning to Bee.  "See why he got the name?"  He raised a brow, offering a fist to bump which his bro would reciprocate on almost pure instinct.  "He claims to be a bodybuilder but won't knuckle down for any of the regiments I've cooked up for him, calling them..."

"Crass, phillistine, and pedestrian."  The weedle interjected.  "How could you possibly think I would emerged a work of art from such droll practices!"

"Exactly lil man, hence why we're looking for someone who gets you."  Orion quipped back before turning to Bee.  "You wouldn't happen to know anyone who's buggin for a bug who's also buggin eh?"  

"SSSSSSSSSSSUCH GRACE!"  The weedle exclaimed looking over the hipster looking bro who'd approached.  Orion raised a brow, that was...the first time he'd seen such energy from the grub.  "THE COLORS, THE STYLE!  THE APPRECIATION OF THE ART!"  The worm wriggled over to the man and Orion smiled softly.

"Sup Jayczin," Orion would dap the artist up.  "Meet my boy Narcissus!  Due to reasons that are difficult to explain, he's lookin for a trainer that matches his speed.  You seem like the type of dude to take care of em, but if I'm passing him along you gotta do me two mcfuckin solids.  One."  He held up a finger, taking a sip of the drink Bee had brought by.  

"Ya gotta turn your pokemon speech on bud.  And two."  He held up a second finger.  "You can't trade him to anyone else unless he says its cool.  He's his own mon, I'm just helpin him find a home.  Capiche?" He'd ask with a smirk.

Hands were shaken, fists were bumped, and the deal was done.  

NARCISSUS THE WEEDLE HAS BEEN GIVEN AWAY

"So what brings you by these parts bud?"  Orion asked turning his attention to Bee, one hand waving around nonsensically as he danced through his UI to find his next mon.  "Questin?  Cruisin?  Schmoozin?"  

As the Blue Smoothie Sourcerer's name was dropped, Orion did in fact give Bee a look.  Said look entailed a rather smug smirk that spread from ear to ear, eyes the twinkled with mischief, and a singular arched brow that signaled a sense of triumph.  "Oho?"  He chirped, leaning against the table that he'd been using to present prodigal pokemon.  "The homie doth bro-test too much methinks, does a certain someone have a crush perhaps?"  The arced brow danced saucily on his stretched bronze skin as a snicker filled the air.  "I knew we shared a similar sense of style, humor, and had similar tastes in media?  But women too?  Should I be nervous that you and Abs are out there in Cali without me?"  He gave his bro a nudge with his elbow and shook his head, snicker blooming into a full belly laugh that filled the air.

"I think she's busy with work today, I was chattin with her last night about like, how the police could be reformed in such a way to help better society without being used as a tool for fascism, which by the way I was out of my depth the WHOLE fuckin time, but she mentioned how like some of the people at her shop were going to be out of town for some sort of Con and she was working a double to keep the boat afloat.  If you need her digits I gottem tho, she and I exchange pizza recipes and memes."

Another nudge was presented, the last of his literally ribbings before he pulled out a timid looking scatterbug and started his next bit.

"Next on up on the Cayge's uncaging tour we have the artist currently known as Medea!  A timid little scatterbug who's looking for someone kind, caring, and nurturing to help her discover her inner beauty!  She HATES combat and would much rather assist with anything and everything crafting related OR help with various other minigames.  She's been a WONDERFUL little smithing buddy, but she wants someone who's sense of beauty aligns with hers."

"Bro-test these nuts dude,"  Orion fired back impishly as he forwarded just about his entire dossier he'd gathered on the handicapable Heisenberg who'd concocted the good blue that had everyone chompin at the bit for more.  Her memes were a bit verbose, relying heavily on the presented text to indicate the thought rather than like, five tiers of in-jokes stuffed in a trench coat, which to some would spoil the fun, but to Orion it circled back into absurdist territory and added a sense of postironic metahumor to the whole thing, intent or not. 

Anyways.

"LARPING?"  The bug asked with a quiver to it's voice.

"It's like dudes and dudettes playing knights and princesses."  Orion explained softly, taking a much different tone with such a timid mon.  

"Do you know any princesses?"  The bug asked Bee, wideeyed.  "I wanna make pretty dresses..."  

Orion turned to Bee and raised a brow, "That sounds awfully like Brytknee yeah?"  
 

"She sounds amazing."  The bug whimpered, its entire body quivering at the thought of meeting someone so cool.  "Im going to meet a real princess!  Oh my goodness I'm gonna I'm gonna-" the bug would then turn green around the gills and begin to spew stands of sticky silk.  Orion would reach down with a hand and gently run his finger along the critter to sooth its sensitive sensibilities.

"Lookatchu gettin the materials ready."  Orion purred, offering the bug an out for the embarrassing moment.  "I bet you two will make a beautiful Vivilion styled dress for her to run around in."  Shooting Bee a wink his free hand would make a telephone shape and he'd waggle it by his ear, mouthing 'call her'.

"I'm scared."  The bug whimpered.

"You'll be fine."  Orion breathed.  "Not a nasty soul in all of the guild.  Bryt will lose her hoopin mind when she she's you.  I can hear her and that silly hoop censor already.  That's like...the most toxic thing about her and thats not even like, bad."  

"But what if she thinks Im lame?"

"Nah, she LARPS, that's like pots shouting slurs at glass houses."

"What?"

Orion had forgotten why he didn't talk to Brytnee super hooping much, but boy howdy did being in her presence remind him if EXACTLY why that was the case.  It wasn't like she was a bad person by any means, he'd heard tales of her good nature that were spun longer than the train to her dress.  Her virtues was are pure and plentiful as that heretical concoction in her [Tangent=THIS IS A BLUE SHAKE TREEHOUSE GOD DAMNIT] hands.[/tangent] Yet the moment she opened her hoopin mouth he realized exactly why he had put so much distance betwixt himself and the princess.

He fucking HATED how she talked.

Yet as reluctant as he was to interact with the Valley Princess, he could tell Medea was SMITTEN with the princess that stood before, eyes wide and body trembling from excitement as the hand was offered.  Nuzzling into Bryt's hands, Medea would let out a simple squeal of joy that spoke[tangent=Explicitly the five part anthology of hype as fuck bugs.] volumes [/tangent]

Once again reminding Bryt of the conditions of Medea's adoption, he would give the bug one last pat, Bry a solid high five, and bid them on there way as the excitedly chattered about their next upcoming design in which they were going to make a Bowsette Dress?  With a smirk and a smile he turned back to Bee and sighed.

"This is what its all about bud, getting pokebros matched with the right trainer, yaknow?  I feel kinda like a diet verson of professor Ashe hookin homies up with hopefully forever homes."  

With a crack of his neck he'd eye up the dev, a brow raised.  "So like, who in the writers room penned up Plasma exactly?  It seems like a super radical spin on the concept of pokemon as a whole, letting the players play as a group once depicted as baddies, but we're out here keepin the green peace.  Helpin legendaries and trying to save this world in a...brighter way than normal?  I smell your fingers in this but I don't actually know what your official day to day grind looks like."