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Oka Kurosawa

"Mmm!" Oka made a happy affirmative noise. "I'd say so, anyway. Some people like to disagree." She sounded a bit pouty and annoyed at the fact not everyone agreed with her nomenclature. She thought they were just foolish, personally. They were all obviously pokemon.

"And well I need some now, you know? I don't want to wander around back alleys like this one." Oka had been fidgiting with the little ball he'd given her and finally asked a question about it.

"Why don't you just have a phone? Or try to sell stuff like this if you design it? I'm sure you could live somewhere better than here." She gestured around at the trash and stench around them. She felt like she needed to take an hours long bath and scrub herself clean just to feel nice again. Bluhargh.
Trivek

"Phone?" He was genuinely puzzled by the word. "I don't know what you're talking about. And I really can't sell what I just made. It's... linked. Relies on a bit of my own magic to keep functioning. So as long as I'm near one of the spheres, it will function. Handy little things, even with their limits."

"Do you have somewhere better I could live then?"

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Oka Kurosawa

Ugh. So he was the reason they were oddly absent from this cesspit. Great. She couldn't exactly blame him for shooing them away, but it sure was an unfortunate annoyance. Oh well. Might as well thank him for his offer.

 "Well, thanks." She said with as much cheer as she could muster. "Do you have a way I can contact you?" She wasn't expecting a positive answer but it couldn't hurt to ask. "Do you know where they go?" She asked with a hopeful expression.
Trivek

He held up a finger rooting through his robe pockets before finding a little sphere that he popped open. "It's a two way communicator," he explained, pressing a button inside the sphere. "Press and hold it and the other one buzzes. Then, you can talk when the other one is opened. Quite ingenious little things, if I do say so myself. Not sure what to call them yet." Trivek handed it over, slipping the pokeball into his pocket.

"As for the little slimes, they like to come back during the night occasionally. Otherwise, I think they skulk around in the gutters and tend to eat whatever material they find. I've got a whole page on them in my notes, fascinating little creatures. Is everything like that a Pokemon?"

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Oka Kurosawa

Oka rolled her eyes at Trivik in a way only a sassy teenager full of themselves could. She then silently pointed at Wormy behind her and Mimi on top of her head. She raised her eyebrows in a somehow condescending way and then spoke up.

"They can look like this or this, or any sorts of things. I was looking for some living purple slimes with faces. A client of mine wants them for trash disposal. You wouldn't have happened to scare them away with water, would you?"
Trivek

Slime with a face? In his dumpster? It was more likely than Oka thought. "Scare them? I have to shoo several away every week. Don't know where they went though." Trivek idly tossed the ball up and down up in his hand. "I'll see if I can nab one of the buggers the next time they try and sleep on my notes."

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Oka

"No no no no no, no no no, no. No." Oka shook her head emphatically at him. "There's more to it than just tossing a pokéball at the pokemon. There's a technique—an art..." Oka looked up and smiled as she remembered the words of her grandfather. "It's a living. A lifestyle. You have to feel it inside of you; the feeling of being a trainer..."

Oka snapped back to reality from her nostalgic fantasy and handed him a lonely, teensy pokeball. It wasn't anything much at all, really. She wouldn't mind if he took it and bolted. Not like they were even particularly useful.

"You need to weaken a pokemon first, before you throw the ball. If you just toss it straight away they'll just break it in all likelihood and you'll waste your opportunity. You have magic right? Why don't you use that elemental thingymajig you mentioned?"

Trivek


"Magic is somewhat tricky young lady, and already what I would call my life style. But I get the gist of what you're saying, don't just pitch the ball at them and hope for the best, one of your pokemon might end up seriously injured or escape." He took the ball, examining it. On pressing the center button, it expanded in size, to something more resembling a ball from a children's game than an over-sized marble. A curious contraption. The mages back at the guild would be very interested in this. If he could find a way back to them that is. "As for elementals, I could summon one or two. What do these pokemon look like anyway?"

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Oka Kurosawa

"Well, can you throw a ball and catch pokemon?" Oka asked him. I could use someone chasing after easy low level stuff so I could focus on chasing rare and expensive pokemon." Oka said with a smile. "That said, I'm positive that you could find a job if you actually looked for it. Mages are quite useful, you know."
Trivek

Trivek scratched his short beard. "I certainly can throw a ball. As a wee lad I was a favorite in the steamvent rounders games..." His eyes misted over for a second before snapping back. "But I do not know about catching these poke-e-mans you are talking about. But a job is a job I suppose."

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Oka Kurosawa

"You um, live inside there?" Oka sounded more confused than scared now. It seemed like a rather cramped and small place to live inside. Wormy bumped into her, reminding her of her manners. "Oh! Um! My name is Oka, professional pokemon trainer!" She exclaimed, reaching into her pocket for a card to give him briefly before deciding against it. After all, somebody who lived in a dumpster couldn't possibly afford to buy anything from her. Her mind quickly returned to the question of the dumpster, however. "Wouldn't you rather live somewhere else, you know, not in a dumpster in some random alleyway?"
Trivek

Trivek pondered her question. "Well, given the choice of course I would. But living in another location would require something known as 'money', and I am afraid I have approximately zero 'money' with me." He shrugged. "Unless you know of a place that would accept a flat broke guild mage free of charge, I'm afraid this dumpster shall be where I remain."

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Oka Kurosawa

Oka had left early that morning, yelling something about finding some pokemon for a client who wanted them for waste disposal. She was excited some big wig had finally noticed her! And the best pokemon she knew of for this job was of course, grimer and muk. Of course she had a few of them already, but the order would require many more than just a few!

So Oka did the only logical thing, and headed straight to where one would expect to find a living pile of sludge: straight to an alleyway full of trash and dumpsters. The girl began throwing them open and kicking them, trying to startle any pokemon residing in there to come out and attack her.
Trivek

While the mage had been considering Blackmore's offer, he really had no idea if working for a man like that would be any good for him or not. So, as such, he'd retreated back into the only place he knew at the moment was safe; His precious dumpster.

Which was why when a purple haired girl threw open his dumpster, he happened to be still inside. "Hmm, another visitor?" Trivek popped his head up over the top of the dumpster lid, staring down at the girl. "Are you with Blackmore?"

Oka Kurosawa

Oka jumped back and assumed a fighting position. "Why are you inside a dumpster!?" She shrieked, her voice shrill with surprise. "I don't know any Blackmores!" The puppet on her head started shrieking with her, copying her actions and waving black shadowy arms about above her head.

Wormy, behind her, looked perfectly calm and unperturbed by all of this. The giant glowing bug hovering above the ground looked extremely chill, buzzing softly as he hovered.
Trivek

"Why wouldn't I be inside a dumpster, especially one I live inside? It's rather cozy, and doesn't smell too bad since I had an elemental hose it out. Nice and safe and dry." Trivek said. He examined the strange girl a little closer, focusing on the floating bug-thing behind her. It looked rather... fluffy. "I'm Trivek, Guild Mage of the Izzet of Ravinica. I would invite you inside to talk more if you're looking for something, but it'd be a little cramped. So I suppose we can just talk like this. And stop screaming please."

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Oka Kurosawa

Oka had left early that morning, yelling something about finding some pokemon for a client who wanted them for waste disposal. She was excited some big wig had finally noticed her! And the best pokemon she knew of for this job was of course, grimer and muk. Of course she had a few of them already, but the order would require many more than just a few!

So Oka did the only logical thing, and headed straight to where one would expect to find a living pile of sludge: straight to an alleyway full of trash and dumpsters. The girl began throwing them open and kicking them, trying to startle any pokemon residing in there to come out and attack her.
Trivek

While the mage had been considering Blackmore's offer, he really had no idea if working for a man like that would be any good for him or not. So, as such, he'd retreated back into the only place he knew at the moment was safe; His precious dumpster.

Which was why when a purple haired girl threw open his dumpster, he happened to be still inside. "Hmm, another visitor?" Trivek popped his head up over the top of the dumpster lid, staring down at the girl. "Are you with Blackmore?"

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Blackmore

"Heh heh heh! I guessed you'd be gutsy, but looks like you use that thing over your shoulders for something after all." Blackmore jested with good mood, nearly giving the poor mage a slap on the back that could've toppled him over.

"So, what can you do other than fry poor idiots who don't know any better?" He asked him in a casual tone.
Trivek

Trivek shrugged his shoulders. "Elemental manipulation, countermagic, scrying, a few other things. Nothing immensely shocking I suppose when you get down to it."

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Blackmore

Well, he sure had fighting spirit, not that it would help. He might be useful after all...

"Heh heh heh. No, no, do I look like such a bad man that I'd knock before knocking you out? It's nothing like that, but this does confirm my hunch. You're the guy after all, ain't cha?"

He put a foot on the corner of the dump's 'roof' and grinned from ear to ear. "Well, it's more troublesome than that. You took a man of their own, and they want blood, but not yours. I like ya, so I felt like giving you a hand before the real boys show up. I have a job to do, if you help me I'd be more than happy to clear your name? So, how about it pal? Wanna partner up?"
Trivek

The mage really had no other option. Trivek let his mana draw fade away, ceasing to tap the source of his magical power. "I suppose I could say no, but then I'd likely be dead within the next few days. I'd rather keep on living, so I suppose that's a 'yes' in response to your question."

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Blackmore

The giant man clad in bright pink looked at him with an enigmatic smile, as if it was the only expression plastered on his face. However, that proved to be wrong, because the crescent moon in his lips dropped and he seemed to frown. It wasn't a displeased frown, nor did it have any sort of ill will towards the wizard. It was more of a pitiful look than anything.

"This guy was in a gang. Honestly, I can't imagine what madness took him to mess with someone like you, nor do I particularly care about any politics that were... sparked with his little misconduct. Anyways, long story short, he is dead."

There was a solemn silence, one that stretched almost to an uncomfortably long degree, then he smiled even wider than before, like he had just gotten to a joke's punch line.

"Put two and two together yet, or do you need me to spell it out for you?"
Trivek

"You're here to kill me for killing your man then." It was the only logical answer to that. Trivek started tapping into the mana sources he had available, feeling the rush of power at his fingers. The planeswalker wasn't a stranger to the occasional back alley brawl or wizards duel. How much electricity could he channel from the surrounding area into an elemental? How much mana could he channel in the next few seconds? The man was taller, stronger, but probably wasn't counting on Trivek's robes being able to absorb the sort of impacts they needed to as part of his general work with the guild.

Trivek stepped back. If he was going to survive, he had to react, not attack first. Too much risk otherwise.

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Blackmore

Blackmore grinned. "Well, to put it bluntly, I'm on a job." He reached for his pocket and handed the poor wizard a picture. It was a gangster, more importantly, it was a man who had the misfortune of crossing the wrong mage.

"Does this picture tell you anything?"
Trivek

 The face did look familiar, though the expression in his mind that Trivek first associated with it was a bit more shocked than this picture showed. "It depends on what you're looking for, if you want the picture to tell me something."

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Lorenzo
Blackmore

When he looked down on the mage, his smile almost seemed to grow even larger. "Heh, I was just taking a stroll. Well, that's a lie. I guess you could say I'm on a job right now. How about you?"

There was an awkward pause, somehow it didn't seem like he was saying everything. No, there was something that was bothering him even now.

"What are you doing surrounded by trash?" He asked sheepishly before crouching. Somehow, he still towered over that man.


Trivek


Trivek blinked. It was an odd question, especially after the first question. Why was he surrounded by trash? Wasn't it obvious, really? Hadn't the man come to find him for some odd reason?

"Well, I live here. In this dumpster. I'd invite you inside but I'm afraid there's barely enough room for me in here most days and I haven't quite gotten all the stench out. I suppose though, that if I had to say if I were employed or not at the moment, the answer would be no, I am not on a job or anything right now. Then again I do have a job, not in this reality, but in another. It's all rather strange."

The mage stepped out of his dumpster, brushing off what little dirt and dust he could find on his robes. "As I said before, can I help you with something?"

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Blackmore

Pink feathers fluttered against the night's wind, and the moonlight reflected on his sunglasses like a red hue. If one didn't know any better, looking up to the rooftop would have one think a demon king had appeared.

Well, it was as they said. If one can believe in god, one can also believe in the devil. But alas he was neither, just a boring man who was looking down at the mage who had entered his home with utter amusement.

Hmm, was this really it? He had heard of a powerful wizard living in a dumpster, one who had recently made the mistake of electrocuting the wrong person. Well, it wasn't really his business, but if the rumors were true, he'd have expected such a powerful man to have a... larger boudoir.

Still, he had followed him from afar until here, anw as now only a rooftop away from that dump.

He jumped 15 meters down and landed on his teet unscathed, then walked calmly if with a certain sense of confidence to him. His grin would hardly leave his face, even less at a time like this, but it was only when he was right next to the dumpster that he realized just how small it was. Hmph, I could obliterate it with a thought. He pondered before chuckling to himself.

Either way, he hadn't gone all this way and followed that man just to make pleasant chitchat. He was on a job after all, fu fu fu.

He tapped on the dumpster gently, as if to knock. "Excuse me, a moment of your time." He called out with a confident voice.

Trivek


*Clang clang clang*

This was, for Trivek, an odd situation. He really never expected he'd ever have visitors - at least not visitors who'd knock first. That drunk couple engaging in sexual reproduction against the side of his dumpster had been the closest thing to a visitor he'd ever had. Propping open the lid with a metal rod, Trivek poked his head out of the dumpster, looking for whoever had knocked. He saw his shoes first. Fancy. Well made. The rest of the man's clothing followed suit, and gave the overall impression of a flamboyant bird of some kind, preening its feathers.

"Oh, uh, hello. What brings you here?"

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Trivek

The planeswalker casually strolled through the crowds, before heading into an alley with a curiously placed dumpster turned on its side vertically.

For lack of a better term, this was home. Opening the lid, he stepped inside. An electrical lantern flickered on, illuminating a bedroll placed on the floor of the dumpster. Trivek's few mystical instruments he'd brought with him hummed and lit up and spun and sparked off in a corner as they measured the various mystic energies from this impossible space-time location he currently resided in. Here he was really alone. Trivek pulled out his notebook and began to write about what he'd seen and what his instruments could detect.

There was so much more he needed to figure out about this place.

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