[Everyone knows] Eusine [She's on your mind] Fini~

[Banette]

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My Parents call me..
Behold, my good interviewer, the greatest living mystery of a man not even the Trick Master could hope to match! I am the original Mysticalman, the master Pokemon magician... Eusine!
*He whips his cape back with a flourish, leaving the white material to flutter slightly for a moment to returning to rest at his back, flashing you a confident smile that borders on arrogance. He takes his seat in the chair in front of you, leaning back and allowing his legs to rest on the table, appearing quite comfortable, all the while grinning, giving you the impression of having nothing to hide.*
Oho, don't give me that look. Eusine is my surname as well as my stage name. However, as all the world's a stage, you too may call me that. Can we move on?
*Seeing as you're most likely not going to get much out of this man, you simply check the top of your paper. "Percival Oliver Eusine" is scratched on the top in faded blue pen, making you wonder why you were sent to ask the man's name in the first place. Nevertheless, you respect his request and move on.*

My Friends call me..
*His lips downturn subtly at the edges with what you assume to be annoyance that you would dare even SUGGEST such blasphemy.*... Well, to avoid being threatening, if they know what's good for them, they call me Eusine.
*He states this rather matter-o-factly, a dark expression crossing his face. This frightens you a bit- Perhaps calling him 'Percy' or 'Eusy' or something of the like after that wouldn't exactly be such a good idea....
Much to your surprise, he suddenly bursts out laughing.*
Hahah! Your expression there... priceless! Well, not to worry, To a few close friends, I don't mind what they call me, as long as it's not anything particularly insulting.

I'm not an it! I'm a..
*He simply grins at this. He's not offended by the question? Not even a little? Or at least even a bit confused? Shocking...* Please! I know that my choice in color and my awe-inspiring beauty may lead one to think otherwise, however, I must apologize to the gentlemen. I am, in fact, in possession of a penis. Although I'm sure you'd like to see it, I'm not quite in the mood for making such a scene.
*He laughs at his own joke, leaving you to wonder if he really is that shameless...*

I am a...
Well, I believe I stated it earlier, though.. I am a Mysticalman. *He folds his arms to his chest, a prideful grin on his face* Think of me as a sort of Pokemon Magician. The very best of which, without a doubt, of course.*You're left to wonder if there ARE any other Pokemon-based magicians before he continues.*
On top of that, in spite of my appearance, I'm actually a researcher. I'm the authority on the three legendary beasts, Raikou, Entei, and... *He pauses, an odd look of admiration and awe now crossing his features. It seems a bit out of place personality-wise, judging by how he's been acting towards you, though at the same time....* ...Suicine. The embodiment of the north wind, a Pokemon of pure grace, perhaps the most beautiful in existence... *He sighs longingly, off in a daze before realizing that, in fact, you still exist. He jumps to attention, a slight blush burning up his cheeks* Oh! My apologies, I've allowed my imagination to run off with me. Pretend you didn't hear that, all right? *He waves a hand dismissively.* Please, do continue.

I don't need wrinkle cream! I'm..
Mm... I'm twenty-five, naturally. I'm sure you're astonished that such a successful individual such as myself as being so young, yes?
*You repress the urge to shake your head and tell him that there are people far younger and far more successful than a wandering magician, though you hold yourself back. It wouldn't really do to cause a scene... That'd be your ass, right there. You simply take down his reply and continue.*

Do you think I need a diet?
*He looks a little offended now. His eyes narrow slightly and he folds his arms, fixing you with a glare.* A diet? Really? THIS physique? You must be joking. *As annoying as he is, you don't quite feel like picking a fight. Thus, you stammer out that it was simply a question of appearance. He pauses, scratching his chin, his expression softening from a glare into a bit of a cocky smirk. Here we go again...* Well, why didn't you say so? Take a good hard look then.

*He stands and spins around as if he were modeling what he was wearing before taking his seat again. You're not quite sure about the whole diet notion, though put that aside to take notes.

He...
- Is a fairly tall, fair skinned fellow, giving the impression that in all honesty, he may not spend all that much time in the sun.
- Has pale brown (or would that be mousy?) hair that he keeps gelled back, which goes down a little past the nape of his neck before flaring out in all directions. The only exception seems to be a massive cowlick smack dab in the front of his hairline, sweeping over to the left.
- Has pale, almost grey-blue eyes. It's a lovely color... Though at the same time, it appears dulled, listless. Potentially, he's not quite as cheery as he seems...
- Tends to edge toward flashy, somewhat flamboyant clothing, as one might expect of a magician. A vibrant purple... coat of some sort with four diamonds of a lighter shade on the chest with matching pants isn't exactly something seen as everyday attire. Not to mention, the pristine, almost blindingly white cape that falls to about the center of his back- tied there with a large red bowtie, it's an outfit only an entertainer could get away with wearing... Hey, wait a moment. His shoes... White and gold with... what you estimate as a five inch heel. Perhaps he isn't as tall as he'd like people to think... Not that anyone would really notice. In an odd way though, his outfit comes together quite nicely.

Looking up from your notebook, you find Eusine standing again, scratching his chin with a white gloved hand. He doesn't look particularly happy...Catching you looking at him, he stops in what seems like mid thought. returning his hands to his sides.*
Hm? You're done, I assume? *You nod. He simply grins, wagging a finger* Not yet. You see... Your diet question bugged me a bit. I figure it wouldn't do if you and whoever you're taking this to were put under the wrong impression... So, I'll show you proof.

*Before you can ask, Eusine has already removed his cape and jacket and is working on getting off the white tuxedo shirt under it. You're about to demand an explanation for this when-- WOAH! HE'S RIPPED!...

... Erm... Well. Not quite. He certainly isn't on steroids or anything, but... Surprisingly concealed by several layers of clothing, the man is well toned, you'll give him that.He just smiles- perhaps implying an 'I told you so' as he flexes a bit, looking rather satisfied with himself.

To keep from having to deal with any more narcissism (or stripping, on that note..), you pick up his jacket (which conveniently laid within arm reach from your chair) and launch it at him in slight annoyance, demanding he get dressed so the interview can continue.He complies without an argument.*

My emotional disposition?
Egoistical, obsessive, stubborn, and high strung.*He smirks humorously, now dressed and back in his chair. Thank Suicune Arceus.* People certainly aren't very kind when it comes to describing others, are they? I get these four a lot. They speak for themselves as traits, I suppose...

*He folds his hands in his lap* Personally, I see myself in a different light. One; I'm not egoistical... I simply have pride in myself and in what I do. I'm just... superior. People just can't take a fact sometimes... And it leads them to say such things. I can't help that they take it the wrong way. *He sighs, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
... If 'Absurd' didn't previously count as a personality trait, it does now.*

Secondly... Well, I admit to being a little obsessive. Maybe to a slightly unhealthy extent. Though if you haven't felt the tug of something in such a way at any point in time... You've never truly lived.

Third... I'm not stubborn, I'm determined. I know what I want out of life, and I see no reason to be afraid to go out and take it. Time, cost... Such things don't matter. We only live once- therefore, I see it necessary to take risks. At least then people will have something more to remember you by. It's just another way of telling everyone that you do exist, and you're not afraid to shove it in their faces. Just make sure it's nothing bad. Be famous, not infamous. *He grins. So, his social standing and reputation seem to hold some sort of importance to him... Seeing as he isn't quite following the social norm in what he does, he isn't completely devoted to it, though... You have a feeling that he wouldn't do too well with being scorned by the public.*

Finally... I admit, I AM a little hot headed... But who honestly say they aren't? I get a bit excitable when things are working out in my favor; likewise, I can get a bit temperamental when things aren't going my way... Which causes me to become a bit irrational at times... Though, no harm done, right?
*You shake your head. Figuring this is enough, you move on to the next topic.*


Things that are Groovy:
*He raises an eyebrow* ... 'Groovy'? Really?... Well... You might want to get that pen of yours ready to list then.

Suicune-A most noble beast worthy of my attentions! I shall remain in pursuit until the day my glorious corpse is wiped from the face of the planet! *The zeal with which he says this is a bit... er... Well, moving on.*
Myself-If you don't like yourself, who else going to like you? Besides, if you're going to put on a show... Nobody pays to see someone squirming about, wondering if they were good enough for them or not.
Rain-It.... soothes me. While I can't really travel via Jumpluff on rainy days, which slows me down quite a bit... It's still something to be rejoiced.
Myths and Legends-They rather intrigue me.. I study them when I get the opportunity, though that isn't very often. I find many of the ones from Ecruteak to be the most interesting, so I tend to visit there quite a bit.
Suicune-A being of such unmatchable grace and beauty... Yet beauty is fleeting- try to approach and she flees at breakneck speeds... But with such elegance!... *You don't bother to bring up that he's already mentioned Suicune.*
Magic-I've absolutely loved it since I was little. Plus it allows me to remain mobile and pick when and where I work most of the time- I couldn't really imagine myself doing anything else.
Morty-He's quite a good friend of mine. His liking for Ho-Oh is... questionable, though, I won't judge.*The only questionable one around here is you, Eusine,..*
Vanilla Flavored Anything-... Well, I AM human. I'm bound to have something I have a taste for. Besides... Well, I don't know, I can't describe it. But it's good. *He becomes slightly distracted and looks away. Embarrassment?*
Suicune-...Did I mention her yet? *This time, you just nod. He speaks of the legendary almost religiously... It's getting a little annoying...* I did?... Ah, my apologies.

Things that aren't so Groovy:
Dumbasses-... I really can't stand the stupid. Sure, they're gullible and they make for easy money, but... I'd prefer to speak with someone with at least an ounce of intelligence, thank you.
Nerds-... They just.... disgust me. They're all so weak....*LIESSSSS*
Whorish Women-I see it as rather shameful behavior for any lady, really.*He folds his arms and huffs; you can't help but see the slight irony here*
Artificially Flavored Grape Anything-... I have allergies, okay? If I ingest it, I tend to have trouble breathing afterwards...
Being Stuck Indoors-After sort of staying outdoors most of the time... Being forced inside due to a storm isn't really something I enjoy doing.

But..I'm afraid!
Heh. Who do you think you're talking to? Fears? I have no use for such things; therefore, I have none. *He appears quite proud of himself, stating this, looking away briefly as his smirk begins to fade. Suddenly, a voice in your head speaks out, surprising you slightly.*
Fire. He's deathly afraid of fire... He won't even cook for himself. I think that caused some mild food poisoning one night... Heh heh. He's lucky to be alive.
*It doesn't sound like Eusine... Rather, said man is giving you a strange look now, though at the same time, he appears distant... Suspicion? It's a tad difficult to explain.You simply take down what the voice told you and move on, no questions asked.*

I like to...
.... And what point would this serve exactly?*He frowns, taking a breath.*
Well... I suppose... I enjoy... my jobs? Both of them keep me on my toes, and I don't quite have time for anything else, to be honest.... *Evidently, this is a bit awkward for him- there's a slight red tint on his cheeks.* Err... _{I enjoy flying with Jumpluff... And cosplaying as researching Suicune...} Oh! And reading. If I can get a spare moment with a newspaper and a hot cup of coffee in the morning, it's a good day.*He sinks into his chair a bit, dejected, which you chalk down to being embarrassed by his lack of hobbies.*

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My reason?
My.... reason? For what? *He blinks, tilting his head slightly. You explain* Ah. Well..... *He scratches the back of his neck, appearing a bit sheepish* To be honest, I never really thought much about it. I do magic because I enjoy it, I suppose. As for Suicune... *He appears a bit distant for a moment, a genuine smile taking his features.* ... I have my reasons. All of which leading to the fact that she's an amazing Pokemon deserving of my respect. *He folds his hands, his slightly stupid expression telling you that he's daydreaming. Upon snapping your fingers a few times though, he returns.* Eh?... Erm, ah yes. But as I was saying, someone has to surpass everyone, am I right? *He smirks. Quite a different tune he was singing there a few minutes ago... You simply shake your head and move on.


Mandatory Angst:
Mmn... Angst?... *He pauses a moment* Well. I don't mean to disappoint, though don't really have any to speak of... Though if you meant past events... I was born and grew up in Celadon. I left home at the tender age of ten on my Pokemon journey to seek Suicune. I aged quite nicely and became the mysterious, yet irresistible eye candy you see in front of you today. *He runs a hand through his hair, pushing back the cowlick and giving you a charming smile before standing* If you'll excuse me, I'd like to call for an intermission. All this conversation about myself has made me rather hungry.
*As he exits, leaving you with the feeling that there's more to him than the lousy excuse of a history he just summarized for you, a Drowzee enters the room. Glancing up at Eusine, the Pokemon gives the man a polite nod as they pass each other, which Eusine seems to ignore. Perhaps it is his Pokemon, or was the Drowzee just trying to be friendly? Whatever the case, the psychic type climbs up into where the man had been sitting previously, motioning with it's hands to get your attention. Glancing at the Drowzee out of curiosity, you begin to find you no longer care about why it was doing it, nor the research interview you were conducting in general. No, you feel your eyes struggling to remain open, as you find yourself craving nothing more than a nice long nap...*

....

At a glance, you're not quite sure where you've ended up- blinding lights seem to be everywhere, showing up the moon, whom has taken to masking it's face in shame within a cover of clouds. The noise seems unaffected by the time of day- cars and people yelling are just as clearly heard as they might be during the day.

Duly glancing at a nearby neon sign, you squint a bit to read it. "Celadon Game Corner"?... Mmn. Don't mind if I do. However, before you can go in and blow several dollars on anything, what sounds to be whimpering behind you catches your attention.

Under a dim streetlight, sorely needing a change of bulb, you see a lone boy, no more than six or seven sitting on the sidewalk alone. Face down in his arms, his breathing comes in short gasps, choking back sobs. Poor kid. Wonder what--

Oh.

...Well, it would seem this boy had, to put it in a nicer sense, had his face rearranged by some jerk with a superiority complex out there. While you seemed to escape his notice, the boy seemed to flinch and perk up, bringing a now tear-stained shiner to your attention, along with a few other scratches, clotted with a mix of dirt and blood decorating his cheeks and limbs.
What were probably once frames for a pair of eyeglasses, now simply twisted metal and plastic were clenched tightly in one trembling hand, the boy making it seem as if he'd never let it go again.

He squints a bit himself in the light, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, glancing about. Biting his bottom lip nervously, he gives a small sigh and leans back against the pole, staring up at the moon with a small sniffle.

After eying the boy for several more minutes, it hits you- this is him! Eusine! But.... This bullied little boy seems to be a complete shadow of the exuberant magic man you spoke with earlier...

A sudden crash along with a yell is heard nearby, causing Percy, as you've dubbed him, to jolt to attention. Wide eyed, he scrambles away across the sidewalk, tripping but remaining on his feet as a silhouetted figure not much taller than himself pursues him, yelling assorted taunts and insults at the boy in his wake...

As you can see... Our dear loudmouth here was a scrawny punching bag of a child. This is why he tends to dislike such people- he sees himself... And he hates it with every fiber of his being.

*The voice again.. It's been helpful, yes, though you still have no idea who it is. Perhaps the Drowzee?... Though... Fading...*

"Percival! Get up! You're going to be late!"

Once again, you've gone into some unknown time... Though everything here seems far more dulled than the Celadon scene. Aside from the morning light streaming in from the window and the boy from the night before curled up under the covers of a small bed, everything is in a distinct shade of grey. Percy rolls over, muttering something about five more minutes. Typical morning.

A woman in an apron bursts in, presumably his mother, to haul him out of bed. She too, is black and white. Her features are faded; impossible to make out. She manages to haul young Percy out of bed, marching him down the stairs in an almost zombie-esque state.

I apologize for the poor detailing; I simply cannot display what I haven't seen with my own eyes. He's described such things to us, though I doubt anyone has seen them, except maybe Jumpluff... Speaking of him...

Ah? The scene seems to have switched while... whoever... was speaking. You're not quite sure where things have been relocated to, though... It's quite plentiful as far as nature goes. Flowerbeds are cropping up everywhere... Indoors? An unusual place, really.

You spot Percy crouched alone, holding what appears to be a fern in his hand. He frowns, turning it over in his hand, the leaves fluttering with the momentum.

"That doesn't look like a flower.. Why aren't you flower arranging with everyone else?"

He looks up in surprise at the voice of what sounds to be a young girl, though it comes out as more of just an echo in this situation. Hm. Percy shakes his head.

"I don't like flowers much.. Besides, ferns.... represent magic. Flowers can't do that."

The girl smiles. "You're the florist's son, aren't you?..."

Percy looks ashamed by the very thought of it, leaving a long pause as he looks away with a frown. It's very subtle, though he nods slowly. The girl smiles, sadly this time.

"Flowers, magic... Both go hand in hand with social situations.... Though you're lonely, aren't you?"

He says nothing. The girl turns suddenly, still a silhouette, however, she seems to be wearing a kimono of some sort. "Wait here, okay?"

Well, he has nothing else to do. So, Percy waits, still twirling his fern. The silhouette girl returns shortly, carrying a small, blindingly pink puff ball of some sort with a pair of leaves growing out of it's head. Percy's eyes widen in the sight of it.

"I...Is that yours?"

The pink creature blinked lazily, appearing slightly puzzled as it replaced the fern in the boy's hands. "He's yours now.. He's a Pokemon called a Hopip. Please just be kind to him, and you'll never be lonely again."

He stares with awe for a moment, asking no questions, though cuddling the Pokemon closer. The Hopip responds with a lazy "Pip" before returning to it's previously interrupted snooze. The boy stammers out a quiet thanks to the girl, who simply giggles to herself and leaves. He watches, a wide smile on his face long after she had left him.

... That Hopip is now a Jumpluff. He'd never admit it, though Eusine values Jumpluff quite a bit. Not as much as Suicune, though... He's up there.

*It seems to be an unspoken question now, though, as to what exactly is so special about Suicune. Indeed, she's a legendary... Though there are superior legendaries, not to mention, the man is completely obsessive on the topic of the beast. That simply isn't normal. Though as opposed to making your thoughts vocal, your guide seems to have picked up on what you had been wanting to know.*

On the topic of Suicune... Whether it was a significant moment to her or not... She saved his life.

One scene seems to fade into another- the boy previously clutching the Hopip remained doing such in the little grey room- only there were significant differences to everything this time.

The grey room had lost it's previous calm, peaceful atmosphere. Gone was the sunlight filtering in through the window. Indeed, the room was lit, but by no pleasing light- a blaze had seemingly coated the walls of the entire room, a straggler leaping away from the main body of the flame to eat holes in the floorboards. As mostly everything was made of wood in the room, anything that crossed the fire was devoured on contact. Shouting can be heard somewhere outside, though it's only muffled by the hissing and popping if anything- one couldn't make out what they were saying if they tried.

Percy, who had once been smiling so cheerfully before, was collapsed on the floor at the mercy of the hungry fire. While he may have made it out, the boy had dutifully came back for his Hopip, lest he be left alone with the guilt. In doing this, he had succumbed to the smoke, which had left both the boy and Pokemon, still tight in his grip, with no way out.

You're not quite sure who's mindset you're in, though everything just seems to fade away...

....

Things become slowly slightly clearer, and you note that you've relocated to a grassy hill. Day has broken; though the most distinct thing about the scene is what appears to be a great blue... Wait. Is that Suicune?

Sbe allows no time for thought on the matter, as she promptly leaves the scene, leaving the now-conscious lump from before sitting up and staring, blue eyes wide with a mix of awe and admiration. Still gripping the pink creature. he shakily stands, still gawking at what he had just seen, The Hopip, awakened by the movement of his trainer and looking much better at present, simply glances up with him, yellow eyes wide and curious as to what had presently had his friend in such a state.

He gives no answer. None is needed.
Rather, actions speak as the boy runs off blindly in the direction he believed to have seen his rescuer take her leave in. Hopip gave a small squeak of surprise, though otherwise said nothing.

There was a long road to travel from here on out. It'd never end until he'd seen her again. That was the goal now. He had everything he needed. He, himself, and... Hopip. Nothing to hold him back.

After all, there was nothing nowhere to return to now.


... And that was the day Percy died. A life for a life, you see- Suicune saved his life; he returns the favor by giving up his own. In his mind, he's rightly hers- I have my doubts he could be convinced otherwise.

*A pause. You're satisfied with the explanation, though... How did he live on the run like that? Once again, your guide explains;*

Jumpluff explained their life for the few years after. They got by on the money earned by stopping off in towns along the way and doing magic shows; mostly developed from copying tricks he'd picked up from watching street performers and TV magicians.
He was presumed dead apparently, though nobody would have recognized him really anyway- he had left behind his glasses, and a boy with his hair and eye color isn't exactly uncommon. Though, I was told there was never much money at first- most nights were spent under the stars and several were spent hungry.

Eventually, 'Eusine', as he would only refer to himself as after that day, began getting rather good at what he did for survival. He began creating his own tricks with the assistance of Hopip, who had become Skiploom over time on the road. He caught more Pokemon. Was able to feed all of us. Eventually, he was able to afford that godawful suit. *There's a sound like sighing here.*

Skiploom became Jumpluff and became his primary form of transportation- they'd go about wherever the wind carried them, stopping off to perform or eat or fulfill other such necessities. Eventually, he stopped off in Ecruteak, befriended that Morty over mutual interest in the legendary Pokemon the town was known for having history with.... I suppose that brings us to the present date. Not to worry- I've taken it all down for you so you can remember.


Oh and by the way...
*You find yourself being shaken quite violently back into reality, to find yourself staring face to face with Eusine. He actually looks genuinely concerned for a moment, though it melts into relief upon realizing you've woken up.*

Ah!..

*The relief quickly fades into the usual cocky grin. Oh bother.* Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sleep on the job? You almost had your dream eaten!

*He points to the Drowzee standing beside him, twiddling it's thumbs and looking rather ashamed of itself. However, upon noticing you're looking upon it, the Pokemon... winks? Hm... Checking your papers, you see you do indeed have the entire history recorded and typed You're not sure how the Pokemon managed, but you give it a nod and a smile of thanks anyway. Suddenly, Eusine opens the rather large bay window a few paces away, standing on the windowsill. His cape flutters behind him dramatically.. No surprise. You've almost adjusted to the dramatic nature of this man by now, and it's a little more routine than irritating.*

Well, I hope that was the end of your questions, as I have to run. I've overstayed my time here, you see; prior engagements have me moving constantly, you know. *He returns the Drowzee to it's Pokeball before releasing a rounded blue Pokemon in exchange. You think you'd be right to assume that this is Jumpluff; He grabs hold of the Pokemon as it begins ascending out the window and into the skies, floating off with it. He you gives a mock salute as the winds carry them off out of view...*

I'm just a proxy for..
"Banette"
*You turn your head to see a suspiciously familiar scarf-clad nerd standing behind your chair, causing you to jump at first. She simply smiles after saying the name and skips off. Weird.

... At least Eusine left before she showed up...*

[cassie]

Accepted!

Oho, Banny he is simply amazing. You've got his persoanlity perfectly, with the balance of what he says and what he doesn't. The way you did the history was wonderful and beautiful and really showed the key events and the bond he has with his Pokemon. I love him.

And because you made him strip? Well, I bloody love you too!