[Golisopod says nothing to Clefable, only nods slightly, then slowly casts its gaze to the human beside it. Pokemon do not normally fight other Pokemon, not without reason. He holds no ill-will towards the creature - it is only doing as it's instructed by its trainer. Same as himself, though he does cast a glance toward Guzma, and approach him with a long exhale, like a release of tension as well as breath. An effort to coax calm.
Because the moment his name is uttered, Guzma pauses, blinking before his eyes jerk over to where the woman stands, smiling. For a moment, there is quiet, eyes assessing her, before he grunts, shakes his head and snorts. He really can't escape this, can he? First in that dreamworld, Mu, and now it's bled into Enso. Are the people here showing up just figments? Dreams? Images that are starting to bleed into reality? It'd make sense...that sort of shit happened once before, didn't it?
His face twitches into a sour sort of smile, the same cruel twist that he always had. Had. She'd think nothing wrong of it. Nothing's changed. The snark, the crass attitude, the sneer of--]
Madam. [--as he raises his head up. He's so tired of this. So tired of being jerked around by her mirage. Her echo. He'll play along, just this once. Until it bores him. The same old song and dance...but now he'll go toe-to-toe with the hallucination. What has he got to lose, right? His mind? Please.]
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Because the moment his name is uttered, Guzma pauses, blinking before his eyes jerk over to where the woman stands, smiling. For a moment, there is quiet, eyes assessing her, before he grunts, shakes his head and snorts. He really can't escape this, can he? First in that dreamworld, Mu, and now it's bled into Enso. Are the people here showing up just figments? Dreams? Images that are starting to bleed into reality? It'd make sense...that sort of shit happened once before, didn't it?
His face twitches into a sour sort of smile, the same cruel twist that he always had. Had. She'd think nothing wrong of it. Nothing's changed. The snark, the crass attitude, the sneer of--]
Madam. [--as he raises his head up. He's so tired of this. So tired of being jerked around by her mirage. Her echo. He'll play along, just this once. Until it bores him. The same old song and dance...but now he'll go toe-to-toe with the hallucination. What has he got to lose, right? His mind? Please.]