[RL with Shia & Mewtwo]

[effulgentxx]

Spike breathed in the not-so-fresh air as he hopped off the dingy of a boat and onto the walk leading into the very heart of Japan. It'd been awhile - at least since the '80s or so - since he'd been here. They'd gotten even shorter.

He walked the streets, looking for a vaguely familiar face.

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[shia_o_shima]

Shia walked through the crowded market, the belt Mewtwo had given her strangely heavy and awkward-- it hung sideways at her hips, the three Pokeballs dragging it crooked. She'd never worn a trainer's belt before-- what a strange device. But she tried to ignore it and focus on her shopping. The city felt strange and yet wonderfully familiar; almost like her own world, in a way.

She hesitated for a moment, digging in her coin purse to see how much money she had left. It wasn't much. She frowned to herself.

[effulgentxx]

Spike was alone. He had to keep to the shadows and alleyways and avoid the sodding sunlight shining everyfuckingwhere. There was a bounce of curl and lace, and he looked at the opposite end of the alley he was moonlighting in. Huh.

Quickly walking the distance of the alley and knocking away rubbish bins and hands out for a penny or a pint, Spike caught onto the elbow of the girl - Shia, he remembered.

"Hello, love."

[shia_o_shima]

Shia gasped and turned quickly to look, eyes wide. "I-- o-oh, um, hello."

[effulgentxx]

"Remember me?"