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[(ic) meme] Yad Sloof Lirpa!!

OH YOU POOR INNOCENT ARRIVALS OF THE NEW, OLD CITY!!

I suggest you listen up, because this is your new, all-powerful lord speaking! That's right, I found the great puppeteers controlling us all, and stolen the strings! Now everyone one of you must follow my whims!

And if you think you'll like them any better.... [Oh, the cruel laughter]

But I'm not an ungenerous overlord! I shall be providing details for every single moment of your existence, so if you want to find out what's in store for the first day of the rest of your life...

APRIL FOOLS' DAY!!

No, but seriously, my own still-horridly-in-control puppeteer has a challenge for yours. She wants to see what this city's prankish will has in store for all of us. Even if it's just a little slip of a post, of someone on their own, surely this day will provide some moment of false hope or horror for everyone? Something for me- I mean, her, to laugh at.

So, provide you bloody string pullers!

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[...rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeCRASH!!!!

HEY, pair of the confused identities. A loud banging noise just came out from the street, with a black jeep landing right in the middle of a thick hedge, near the restaurant's curb. Lucky indeed, since it softened the impact enough that the driver is climbing out in one piece.

Well, jumping out. And rolling. And disappearing under crawling under your window.

-and whether there's anything obvious or not, that little blond was FAR too short to have managed that!]

[The boy nearly falls out of his chair in a jumble of startled limbs, and makes an angry (if incoherent) sound at the jeep that's disturbed his repose.

The Vulpix, meanwhile, is staring at the scene, blinking, rubbing his snout with a paw--

Then dashing on out to see if his suspicions are correct.]

[Geuuuuuh- That, is NOT a nice way to find out you've shrunk three times over. When the break's too far to touch...

But, the girl slumped against the restaurant wall stops rubbing her head to look over at the zipping thing coming up.]

-Snack? Ah-ha...

[Ironic grin, until the reality sets in and points out, he's here! And this weird replica city, it's, it's not just a bunch of, lost people!

Poor "Snack", look at her stumbling up to her feet and looking for someone else with you!]

Pix?

[The person you're looking for is in the restaurant, but he doesn't seem too concerned. He's gone back to trying to eat soup with his face.

The Vulpix, however, is staring up at her and begins barking, tails wagging. Look here, not over there, anywhere but over there....]

[Oh, is he? Well she'll likely spot him around curious glances at a rowdy Vulpix. Is he trying to help?

But- Oh. Oh! There he is! Come on, Snack! Here she goes! It takes a little hefty pushing on the door, not reaching the knob, but she's-]

Mari-!

[...

She's looking.

She's looking!]

[Oh gods no. Not when the boy's starting to lick himself for grooming.

The Vulpix, panicking, does the only thing he can think of.

He tackles the girl from behind.]

[W-wha- What's, he doing...

-!

What's he doing?! Snack, that noise is her chin on floor, thanks!]

Aaooo- Snack... What are you...

[C'mere, you vulpix you. She's trying to shake you off and grab you. And making, er, "stern" faces to boot.]

That hurt! And, and Marik-kun needs, help.

[He nods - Marik-kun does need help, and lots of it - and whines, pawing at her.]

Pix! Pix! Vul.....

[Looking from himself to the boy and back again, crisscrossing his paws in front of his face.]

Vulpix!

[-surely her first thought is right, that Snack learned some strange trick. Not, not that...

Look at her following the motion back and forth, before finally trying to scoop up a Vulpix now half her size.

And coming over to tentatively test a call on the boy, grooming.]

Um.... Marik, kun?

[The boy doesn't look up at all. He's too busy licking soup off the table.

The Vulpix, however...]

Vul!

[Wriggling in her arms, too. Come on, come on!]

[-somebody's, just staring. Because not only is she catching on, but.

But. Soup.

And that likely lets the Vulpix half-fall before she's scooping him closer, giving him a pout.]

So you're switched up, too? Aaaaaaaah, what can we do...

[She's a tiny girl in an unfamiliar city, no idea where to go, and only her fuzzy Brunch to hug on! ~~Good teddy, though. Even if it moves a lot.~~]

[She figured it out. The Vulpix relaxes almost immediately in her arms, tails wagging, and licks at her face.

Only to catch himself and ball up in her hold, ears flat in what looks like embarrassment. Could today get any more awkward.]

[...did. Did Brunch just.

She blinks down at him until he ducks down, look all sad and shy and sweet and adorableeeeee-

Wait. She didn't coo over cute stuff when she was a kid!

Apparently that doesn't stop her from dragging Brunch-ball up to her face for some nuzzling.]

Hee, but it's still Marik-kun, right? I was afraid I showed up here all alone--

[.... D= ]

[N-n-nuzzling.....He turns his face away but doesn't protest. Yeah, yeah. He's cute and fuzzy. You're cute and little. This happens.

And she'd...

She was really happy to see him? And she hasn't -

What if Linner isn't here?

Brunch starts to raise his head just in time to see his rightful body sniff the air, then paw its nose for not working very well. Snack isn't any happier about this than he is.]

[Happy? Pffff, little fox, if she was in the know of these thoughts and not nice, you would be getting such tiny pouts of "Why haven't I seen you lately--?"

As is, she's too busy acting the cooing fool to mind, and then. Marlick!body. What's being done in it.]

...is he trying to look for something? Hey, are the others here, in the city? This isn't just another quick trick, is it? I want to look around mo-

[No.... No. No matter what her mind's doing, she shall not start whining!]

[Brunch tries his best to shrug, ears still back. Snack has actually been taking this rather well, as far as attitude is concerned - confirming Brunch's suspicions his fox is smart. He just doesn't seem too into the idea of imitating human behavior.]

Vul......

[Snack tries to get up. He makes it a few wobbly steps on two legs before having to stumble and lean on a nearby table, but looks kind of elated. He did it!]

[Hrmmmmmmmm, not getting answers.... This would required a long, fox-hugging musing on what to do. If not for the tall Snack stumbling in her space.]

Snack, how far can you walk? If you want, I could drive you two back to, to wherever, everyone...

[Her hopes of finding more real peoples, and helping her friend-and-pokey are dashed as she remembers her jeep, on the curb. And she's so small, she can't even help Snack walk...

SO SORRY, BRUNCH. A MOROSE SEIRAN ON YOUR FUR.]

[Snack looks over at the sound of his name and - hey, he knows you.

He drops to all fours to stumble on over and sniff at your face. He's pretty sure - is it? You smell right (he - thinks?), but you're tiny....

Meanwhile, Brunch is trying not to growl. But he'll huddle up to Seiran protectively all the same.]

Pix....

[L-largely yes, Snack. This tiny girl should smell just the same, except maybe over what smells are clinging to her. She hasn't been in her usual company...

But, if Snack gets too in her face, she'll be holding him back with a hand on the forehead, awkward face the whole way.]

Y-yeah, it's me, Snack.

[But, what can she do about the bodyswap before her... Eventually she'll be turning Brunch a bit so she can look at him in her arms.]

We better get him some place private. The people here might expect him to talk.

[His sniffer isn't as good as he's used to, but that doesn't stop Snack from giving a happy pant while held at bay.

Brunch, meanwhile, nods.]

Pix....

[And he cranes himself towards where his duffel bag's been left lying on the restaurant bench. (And yes, people have begun to stare. A cluster of waitresses appear to be playing rock-paper-scissors over who approaches the boy...or perhaps who calls the police...)]

[Gahuhh.... She didn't even notice them until now. And she crashed a car here... You know, vacating sounds very good!

Except she's too small to hold both bag and pokey, so down you go, Brunch. She's taking the hand of the canine!Brunch boy.]

Come on, Snack. We have to go now.

[Setting him down - to - to -

The hackles on Brunch's little rust-colored back rise, but that's stupid. She's making sure his idiot Pokémon doesn't cause any more damage. (Snack, for his part, has recognized "shake", shook her hand, and is waiting for his Poké Treat. He will also be led along quite obediently, if clumsily.)

Brunch will go to help fetch the bag, trotting to it and trying to drag it down by the strap. Which he is forced to hold in his mouth.]

[Sorry, Snack. No treat. She's too busy leading him out onto the road. And then letting him go (gasp!) to climb into her car.

Can you catch up, Brunch, by the time she's dragging her way-too-big blue coat out? If so, she'll take one look at the oversized duffel, and point. Looking at Snack.]

You need to carry that.

[Snack blinks, and Brunch holds his head up high, stubbornly dragging the duffel along. He's got this, he's got this....

Oh, who is he kidding, he's the Trainer here. His Pokémon needs to listen to him.

So he spits out the strap and barks at Snack.]

Pix!

[Snack still speaks Vulpix, apparently. He bares his teeth, but crouches to accept the bag. He's seen humans carry things. How hard can it be?

But wow, are fingers weird. He'll just flex them, preoccupied, while Brunch fluffs up and starts yipping away.]

[-poor girl, trying to focus on folding coats without jarring pocket contents. She gets barely anywhere, before the noise has her looking from boy to, not-boy. And making faces.]

Marik-chan, be nice. He doesn't know how...

[Don't ask where that came from. Or why a hand going to rest on Brunch's head is scratching an ear, instead. She's got enough troubles without splitting hairs on that-]

Snack? Clench around it- Like this.

[Here, Vulpix human. Basic human motor skills demonstration!]

xP typooooooo....

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*~* Ooooo, protective brunchie.

arf arf yip

arf arf yip

woof pant bark

yip? /lick

/wag wag wag

/sniffsniff

~ Ooooo, protective brunchie.