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small starter call! short starter though. cap at 3

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"You know, Its actually a bit hard finding people who know what soccer is around here."

He's bouncing the ball in place on his knees, the sheer amount of training done beforehand made him focused on this bouncing ball right now.

"You interested?"

@evokation 

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"Ah, oh well. Guess thats one plan down the drain."

A shame, his voice says.

"Devils? Like literals devils? So your a devil hunter?"

"nope." denji curtly replies. although, if he really thinks about it, fighting is technically a sport, right?

"i fight devils and people sometimes. that's it."

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"Soccer, professional team under twenty."

He does a few stretches in, planning on doing some more exercise so he can keep in shape. Despite the city lacking something like a professional soccer team, he wants to keep on training. Maybe find some new ways of doing so.

"You into sports?"

"oh yeah? what kinda team?"

he may or may not regret this. he's gonna doze off if he goes on about his life story.

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"Nah, I'm too used to not being alone."

Handsome, exotic looking. Tall, atheletic. He has it all to be a super popular guy and a hit with the ladies. in other words everything Denji is not.

"I was in a team before coming here."

he just takes it with the usual empty, tired expression he's been sporting.

"you just giving out free water or somethin'?"

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"You want some water?" He's holding a bottle of water to the other, having just came from a intense training session in the park. It seems he bought more water then he needed.

Also it might be because he's used to training with more people, so being alone was a bit new.

@chensoden

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i would like, to try some new threads. none event starter call. capping at four.

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"Oh, so like a dojo for pokemon trainers." he concludes because if one can simply stop anytime, it means that it wasn't that serious of a thing, or something that is outside the word professional. If it was professional then everything would have no rest, no stops at all. Then again its a battle subway and the only subway he was used to was the japanese one.

"It must get a lot of traction, to be in service for a long time." or maybe it was new, there is so much stuff he didn't know. But ...if this was a professional thing, why didn't he know about it? surely something as big as this with pokemon would be more famous.

Hm.

"Well, I guess its for responsible people too. I mean taking care of another creature at the same time? I don't have time for that at all. You must be amazing, since I'm assuming your taking care of multiple pokemon."

"Your assumptions are correct-- bravo!" he clapped twice, it was nice that they understood. Litwick mimicked the clap, but somehow with much more enthusiasm before settling down to listen.

"As you might have gathered, aside from managing the general subway used by civilians, my other occupation is a battle facilitator. Our facility is called the Battle Subway, which is led by the Subway Boss-- a title that belongs to my twin brother and I." and they're on the awaited topic.

"Participating challengers of the Battle Subway can only carry a limited number of their team depending on the battle format they chose. From the very start, they will immediately face strong opponents matching up to the difficulty they selected. And depending on the battle line, they will have the chance to battle at least one of us Subway Bosses upon their 21st or 41st winning streak. Of course, it is meant to be a fun challenge for trainers. Therefore, regardless of their progress, the challengers are free to rest between or quit the challenge whenever they see fit."

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GOLDEN: THE  OPALARIAN EMPIRE

Oliver just a young singular unit of a mer folk ready for action! a small starter call for the event. cap at four.

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GOLDEN: THE  OPALARIAN EMPIRE

Race: Merfolk. - A young up and coming guard whose job mostly is to be a good defender and be someone who's often on the prowl for trouble makers, either to encourage or discourage their actions. Oliver is one of the faster merfolks who has a lot of things to do but wants to have fun. He has a preference for legs over tail as well.

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"Nah, I got it." For a soccer player, having intense leg strength is a must, hence when he went in to jump , he jumped high into the tree, grabbing its branches fast.

Though to be fair, he's tall, he has really good leg strength. its all par of the course to being a good defender.

"Here, kitty kitty-

And then the cat jumps using his head as a launching pad , jumping straight into the other!

"Oh come on!"

"Nishishi, you could say that, too!"

"We're just about to come out of zucchini season. You haven't lived until you've tasted a Spirale zucchini!" Are there even farms here? Well, the food has to come from somewhere. He'll find out someday.

Ouma hears the other man's footsteps stop behind him and turns. He follows his gaze up the tree to see the cat.

"Aww, poor kitty." It looks stuck. "We should help it. I'm a pretty good tree climber!"

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"Like the back of your hand huh. Or maybe a map in the cellphone." it was, not exactly uncommon to have maps in your phones. Being used to awareness of everywhere near his body, he knew and felt the weight of a cellphone long before he woke.

"Since you know a lot. So what vegetable in season?" knowing him he was trying to make a educated guess what climate they really are in.

And then he stops, Oliver gaze going up to a tree where a cat was in. Meowing pitifully.

"Preeetty obvious, yeah." He laughs lightly. "Don't worry, though! You get used to it quick."

His own pace is a bit quicker, though he keeps it slow enough that the other guy can keep up. Not much of a tour guide if he lets the tour fall behind, right?

"I've been here for a few months now, so I know this place like the back of my hand!"

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"Don't worry1 I'll bring the rest home for leftovers." if one cup was enough, then it needs to be disgustingly filled with nutrients that even a broken body can absorb. Something for really old people.

"I just need to know what kind of flavor you can tolerate, since you hardly look like the type to experiment now at your age."

Also a lot of things that were probably insulting to the other, but oh well. If there was anything that Aiku was good at, it was piling on the nutrients in a short amount of time for long term gain. And if Toshi was still going to be a hero, its going to be strong.

「私が来た!」– …Put a little oomph in his responses, huh? He supposed that he had gotten rather melancholic as of late. Although that certainly hadn’t been helped by his lack of orientation and near constant worrying over how his students were doing. The squirming guilt he felt over how he had left things with his protégé. He was beginning to realize that he had left quite a bit behind after being transported here.

Toshinori rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish sort of smile, “I’ll certainly try to.”

And then he saw what the young man had ordered and nearly went into a coughing fit in surprise —

“Oh… oh my goodness…” He looked from the various shakes back up at Oliver. “Ah… Young Aiku, I don’t want any of this to go to waste but I’m afraid there is no way that I can even finish one these… with my condition, I can only handle about a cup’s worth of food at any given meal.”

Perhaps he should have been clearer about some things?

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Yes. Tons. There were a lot of things he wanted to ask, but he suppose that right now really isn't the best time to ask them. After all he's here because he wanted to learn about this battle subway. Not the world building specifics of a single place.

"...Oh geez, I don't even know where to start." that -pokemon- on the train conductor shoulder, was rather terrifying in a cute way. But it felt a bit...dead for a lack of better word.

"So to summarize, pokemon and people bond over battling. Thats... I suppose its something like a professional profession where your from." Meaning its something many people can do, so long as they know what their doing.

'Wow, so your whole thing is to fight pokemon ...on a train?"

"Pokemon is a short-handed term for Pocket Monsters. They are these mysterious creatures that co-exists with humanity... similar to what people of this city called "animals" in this place, but partially more complex." he pulled out his minimized pokeball, a press on the middle button and it expanded to its original size. Ingo lightly threw the ball upwards as it shook open, revealing his Litwick who placed themselves on his shoulder.

"People who have Pokemon partners and battle with them are called Pokemon Trainers. Being a trainer is the common path for many who start their journey, but as every trainers' worldview expands, they eventually find the best path for them to take beyond battling."

"Aside from a way for Pokemon to grow strong, Pokemon battles are a two-way communication between the trainer and Pokemon that helps strengthen their bond. It also helps everyone involved understand each other as there are things one can communicate in multiple unspoken ways by competing on a common ground."

By the end of the sentence, Ingo physically cut himself off by a single sharp clap, "... that is the brief basics of it. There are other complicated nuances but it's easier to understand intuitively over time and exposure. Do you have inquiries about anything so far?"

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Was this the faith of those who achieve what they set out to do? with extreme prejustice, it sounded like he given up everything that it took to be human. A whole self sacricing perosn [briefly a theory is formed due to his heroic antics] and it made him wonder what kind of place would allow all that suffering to happen to one person. Or what kind of place was fucked up enough to produce a person like this?

"Ah geez, put a little oomph in your responses. You never know if something might take your fancy."

And then he orders like four fruit shakes without sugar to the table. Blueberry, apple, pears, and a secret fourth.

"Alright, I decided. I'm going to find you a flavor you can tolerate, and then you decide which one you like best. Don't worry about it, I'ma. athelete. I know plenty of ways of making protein shakes tolerable."

At the very least it would distract the two from the situation at hand, that they are in a place where they didn't want to be. That they had important things to do, but right now they can't.

「私が来た!」– Toshinori pointedly avoided mentioning certain aspects of his failing health, not necessarily hiding them from the boy, but it was just that... they did not seem overly relevant to current issues and circumstance. The fight which had put this hole in his body to begin with, the existence of All of One.

It didn't matter here. All that mattered in this place was his condition itself, hardly the events surrounding it. Or so, that was how Toshinori had come to feel. No one needed to know about any of it.

At the mention of there not being anything he could eat and the suggestion of a protein shake, the man chuckled slightly. He supposed that Oliver was right... there really wasn't too much that wouldn't be hard on him here.

"Sure, order whatever you like, a protein shake would be just fine."

He drank plenty of those sorts of things - when he remembered to. The taste wouldn't put him off.

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The man in front of him, he is full of damages. Something a professional athelete like him would scoff at, or at the very least try to avoid. Everything that made his blood sink lower, because the thought of someone like Toshi, going willingly into danger. Sacrificing his body one piece of another to a world where no one knows who he really is...

"How about protein shakes, can you drink them?" its the easiest thing he could offer, and one that despite the taste, is full of nutrients that the body desperately needs. Of course this is something out of his own kindness. Because seeing someone who is missing out on everything, seems a bit sad.

"I'm not sure this diner has anything you can eat. Safely."

Instead of eating something big, why not try and live a long life while you here?

「私が来た!」– The silence in the small café was deafening even if it just between the two of them.

"...Yes, it is rather shocking..." There was an air of resignation about the way he spoke.

A full gastrectomy, leaving him with somewhat limited options of what he could consume, a rather weighty list of things he should avoid, and an even longer list of supplements and medications. He no longer felt hunger, no longer received those all important hunger cues, and it had become difficult remember to eat when he simply did not feel it. Despite his numerous alarms and reminders, the idea of food often got away from him. Especially with his penchant for running to every cry for help that he heard.

Toshinori managed to pull a smile onto his face. He laughed slightly. "It is not quite that restrictive. I can still enjoy a number of things." Of course, he could eat whatever he pleased if he did not mind the symptoms and consequences that may follow soon after. However, overall, it was best to simply avoid some things if he wished to maintain halfway decent health. "If they have something small, I'll just take that…"

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"Wow, your diet is really."

A lack of words. The only sound being everything else but their own voices.

"Something... do you want to order a shake?"