Eight Birds of Paradise Singing

{When the feed clicks on, there's a Togepi peering curiously at the screen. She trills, and picks it up awkwardly, giving the network a lovely view of Nanao's bare feet and ankles, which grow steadily larger as the little egg Pokemon toddles unsteadily towards her.} 

Love, Kanra - I wonder what that's all about... Oh, hello there. {And suddenly we're flying through the aiiiir~ but not really, as Nanao gently sets the Togepi next to her on the piano stool. The 'Gear gets unceremoniously dropped, and the view changes to one through the open back door, where a Houndour is making a concerted effort to try to attack a laughing Alakazam, who is simply avoiding every single attack with ease.}

Yes, yes, I missed you too, Miki. {The Togepi squeaks happily, and Nanao laughs a little - and outside the noises of battling cease for a moment, as the Houndour starts to glow.} Huh?

{The Houndour grows bigger and bigger... and bigger still, until it finally stops, and the Pokedex goes 'ding', announcing the fact that 'your Shuuhei has evolved into a Houndoom'. But Nanao ignores that, and accidentally leans against some of the keys of the piano as she turns around properly to see out the door.}

. . . My dog has turned into a horse. I can't believe it. {Her Houndoom looks to be just as surprised, as he looks himself over in a state of shock, before something seems to click inside his brain, and he turns to face the Alakazam, who is simply standing there.}

{And then the giant canine leaps for the fox-like psychic, and Kiyone can't move fast enough to get away. There's a few moments of slack-jawed silence from Nanao, before she mutters something along the lines of "I can't believe I'm going to do this." and a familiar sounding piano tune starts up.}

{This is a wacky chase scene accompanied by the Benny Hill theme on the piano, Johto. You're welcome.}

I, ah, seem to have two new additions to my team. {Nanao steps away from the camera to show an unruffled Golduck and an unhappy-looking Happiny.}  The Golduck came from Hitsugaya-taichou, but I'm not quite sure who the Happiny's mother used to be.

{At the mention of 'mother', the little Happiny wibbles, and bursts into tears} Oh, no, little one, please don't cry - it'll be okay, I promise. Shh, shh, come on now... {She sits down and gathers the little 'Mon into her arms} So if anyone could tell me who her mother was, I'd be very grateful.

...Do you want me to sing for you? {She nods, and Nanao gently brushes away a tear, before drawing breath}

"I've heard it said/That people come into our live/For a reason..."

{And the feed times out to Nanao sitting on the sidewalk, Happiny cradled in her lap, singing 'For Good' to the little 'Mon. Feel free to interact etc}

Nanao stood by the entrance to Sprout tower, breath steaming in the crisp air. Violet City was certainly more... traditional than Newbark and Cherrygrove in some ways, and so Nanao didn't feel too out of place, dressed as she was in her kimono. She'd been wearing it more than her shihakushou, that was true, but that was mainly because the linen shihakusou was simply not warm enough in this cold climate, whereas the multiple layers of the kimono were more than adequate to deal with the cold.

Sentarou peeked out from between the flaps of her haori, cradled against her trainer's chest, the little tadpole preferring to stay where it was warm, and squeaked, just loudly enough to get Nanao's attention. From where they were, they could see all of Violet City, from the gym, all the way down past the Pokemon Centre and on to the Inn - and it was a captivating view.

"Yes, yes, I know." Nanao could even see the pond where Hitsugaya-taichou had been unceremoniously nearly drowned by his evolving Golduck - and therein lay the problem. For some reason, she could not gather up the courage to walk down the hill, and meet her fellow Shinigami; for what reason, she didn't know, but it was the reason that she had taken up residence in the spartan environ of Sprout Tower, and had avoided all forms of contact for the last two days.

Now, though, it was time to break that fear, and march down there. She took in a deep, steadying breath, and set off.

"Here goes nothing." "Polii!"

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