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It had been perhaps an hour since the small puddle of a pokémon found the edge of the river that ran through the town. She had been staring into it, fascinated by the fact that it wasn't muddied, or the consistency of Jell-o. Granted, Margarita was used to more factory-oriented places, the type that didn't care to take precautions to preserve their water supply.

Either that, or they were afraid of getting eaten by the resident grimers and muks in the area. Meh, technicalities.

Glancing around at the buildings on the block, they seemed to be strangely deserted. Well, suppose it wasn't strange, per se. Not for the grimer, at least. For some reason, people liked to play Tag with her an awful lot -- but did she always have to be "it"?

Turning eyes to her globby hands, she wiggled what could be considered her fingers. She may have smiled, but it was hard to tell. <<Heheh, IT! I suppose that's kind of funny!>> Wasn't It a globby monster in the sewers? Wait, it was a clown!? Naw, that can't be right. That'd just be stupid.

Where was she, again? Huh... she couldn't remember what she was trying to do anymore. Maybe she should try to find that strange human and the pointy bug, and-- <<OOH! Wazzat, clean water?>> She seemed to like to confuse herself.

Margarita bobbed her head upward when she saw a smoky light reflected off the water downstream, oblivious to the chatter the swirling cloud was making in conference with... itself? Ha, wow, the grimer didn't know that anyone else did that sort of thing out in the open like this but her!

Of course, Margarita was being but one-track-minded again, and the fact that the spiritomb seemed rather irritable didn't seem to register. The mere fact that something like that was so near without running into hiding from the grimer's own noxious fumes was enough to obliterate any further scrutinizing of the matter-at-hand. The ghost-type didn't immediately attack the poison-type, so there was no... immediate viciousness, at the very least.

Pulling herself over to the haunted stone, Margarita decided to forgo her usual antics that tended to annoy others, if only because she was fascinated by the fact that the ghost pokémon looked just as toxic as the grimer herself. <<Hiya there! You all... see-through and stuff? Woah!>> she marveled, detracting from her own original train-of-thought again. Suddenly, she wondered if she could stick a goopy hand through the other and just... phase on through.

She was completely unaware by the fact that one of the discarded garments had landed on her head, now attached to her sticky 'skin.'

Margarita bobbed for a moment, trying to decipher what this new individual was trying to get at with their own verbal observations. At first, the grimer was a bit confused, but that feeling wasn't a new one to contend with (in fact, it was one she tended to ignore). However, when met with the statement that the ghost thought that Margarita might have been in her head, the toxic puddle-monster couldn't help but giggle. <<In your head? Heehee, that'd be somethin'!>> she mused aloud before thinking about the subject more seriously, <<Hrm... it'd be cool to have psychic powers like that. I could be all... 'Ooooh~ I'm in your heeead~! What'cha gonna do about it now? WHAHAHA!'>> She wiggled her gummy fingers in emphasis of her faux mind-trickery, oblivious to the seriousness of Myrrh's comment. If Margarita could find a way to make light of a situation, she did so with as little grace as possible.

Of course, the silence that had been emanating from the spectre didn't seem to register to Margarita until the ghost had spoken up again; the grimer herself had been too busy acting like a mad magician to realize that she had merely been talking to herself again. It didn't bother her at all, though it would have been more fun to have the other pokémon play along! Oh well, beggars were never choosers, whatever that meant.

<<Huh, wha?>> Margarita asked eloquently to the compliment offered. Glancing up, she finally noticed the edge of the delicate fabric stuck to her head. Reaching up, it took her a few yanks to get it off before she was able to discern exactly what it was. Unfortunately, she still had no idea what panties were, even when she was faced with them. Turning it over and over, she was at a loss as to what they were suppose to be used for. Instead, she shrugged and stuck it back on her head to use as a hat in the meantime, beaming. <<Thanks! I have no idea where it came from, but... is pink my color?>> she asked, raising a hand to brush at hair that wasn't there to mimic a human. As an afterthought, she jumped and pointed to them, <<Were these yours?>>

Once Myrrh started speaking again, starting on a question, Margarita responded as though it were more of a "knock it off and pay attention" retort. As such, she didn't try to recap, but rather slide back over and attempt to actually focus on the conversation at hand. It didn't help that the majority of this time -- and, most likely, in the time yet to come -- both of the pokémon were lost inside their own little worlds. Perhaps they may be able to synchronize better, but for the moment, neither one seemed capable of even trying such a feat, and for far differing reasons.

Margarita tried to imagine shoving herself into Myrrh's head, crammed against one side of a skull and the brain that was surely already taking up all vacancy inside the head's corridors. Wait a minute... how did that really even work for an ethereal ghost? Where was the brain kept? Where was the skeleton, for that matter? The grimer's mind didn't seem to want to help with answering these questions, or to point out just because the outer layers of a being weren't solid didn't mean nothing else could be. Margarita's own thoughts were crammed a little too tightly into a box at the moment, and she was having a hard enough time finding how she crawled into such a tight space.

It was then that the young grimer finally realized that while she had been actively thinking on the process, she had yet to actually voice her view on the ordeal. <<Out of existence, eh? Hmm... suppose that wouldn't be very fun, would it? But I guess I could stay out here and just... talk to your brain with... my brain. In your brain-maze,>> she attempted to explain, but realized halfway past saying so that it may not make as much sense to the spiritomb as it did to her. Did she even say everything that she was thinking at that time, or only half of it? Was that a full sentence? She couldn't remember, and decided it was kind of boring to worry about something so simple. Instead, she added something that she apparently deemed more important than clarification, <<Ffffheehee! Y'know, you're really funny. I like that.>> Strangely enough, Margarita did not think that her new acquaintance was even making a joke (she thought she was quite serious, actually), but rather she liked the way the other thought.

Parts... parts? Margarita looked herself over, trying to determine what parts would be needed for a hat. Wait... wait, it wasn't a hat, she had to remember that. <<I've got plenty of the right parts. All I need is personality,>> she stated matter-of-factly, attempting to hide ignorance with a joke. Or, at the very least, to lighten the mood before she asked about it, <<What's it for, anyway? Doesn't look like it'd cover much... That's what people do with clothes, right?>> Well, there certainly were plenty of people that didn't even try to cover much, but that was beside the point. Maybe.

Ahh, touché. Touché, spiritomb, well played. Margarita realized she deserved that question, and after a moment, also that it wasn't uncalled-for. If she weren't a grimer, she'd probably have asked that question as well. <<Actually, I'm pretty solid when I'm not trying to crawl into somewhere tight-fitting. Something falling on my head would still hurt. I suppose I could be considered the consistency of, hmm...>> she thought a moment of her hometown's road construction crews, <<cement mixture? Like... when it's wet. Before it dries.>> Readjusting the panties on her head, she chirped, <<Well, thanks! Then I will consider it a gift.>> The explanation seemed logical enough to her, and it seemed this other girl was a bit more intelligent than the grimer, so who was she to argue? She laughed at the extended attempt at grabbing the grimer's name, <<Haha! Well, I suppose you COULD call me any of those if you'd prefer, since a lot of people seem to call me something similar when they can't understand or see me, but my name's Margarita. Sorry for not telling you! And what's your name?>>

Hmm... Margarita didn't like the thought of not being able to do anything physically or mentally. However, she couldn't quite grasp the notion of "death," let alone "complete non-existence," so she likened it to being lost in a black room with nothing else at one's disposal. Temporal displacement, she somehow could imagine that despite it being quite abstract. But then, not even being able to think in a place like that... it was almost incomprehensible, or at least further than the grimer herself could toss her strange imagination. <<So you have too many people practicing magic on your head?>> she asked, nearly missing the point completely yet barely-adequately comparing, <<Don't suppose I could help you with that, then...>> She waved a hand at the comparison to herself and everyday sludge, answering, <<No offense taken. I've got a brain!>> It was perhaps the one joke that she didn't intend to be taken as such. Instead, she trailed on and shook her head, <<No, you didn't make a joke. Or, at least, I don't think you did? You, umm... You think different than other people. So, "funny" as in "different." I dunno, I like it!>> Her explanations may have been sub-par, but it was difficult to define slang, let alone how Margarita's own mind functioned. Or didn't function, at times.

Margarita blinked at the explanation, glancing back down as though to make sure she still didn't have the legs that Myrrh was referring to. <<Ohhh, huh... I suppose that makes some sense. I was just thinking that this would be a really wonky shirt to try to wear,>> she mused, though she was pretty sure she had never heard a person refer to a shirt -- even a really small shirt -- as "panties." <<I don't get why people cover up like that. Pokémon don't have to, but I suppose if they wanna be that way...>> the purple sludge puddle admitted; humans may have been interesting creatures, but that didn't mean they made a lick of sense most of the time. Margarita did, however, have a vague notion of what money was. Some sort of odd barter system, was it? They tended to put value on things in weird ways; why did anything even have to have a price tag? They didn't start out that way... Margarita began wondering how much a rank grimer like her would go for. <<I suppose that makes sense, sorta. Humans in general don't make a whole lotta sense, but in the way they seem to do things, it makes sense. If... that made sense,>> she snickered. Boy, was she sure bad at explaining herself!

<<I suppose it would be considered to drop a rock on me on purpose... unless I did something similar before. It's fun to throw things at people, to see their reaction, but they sometimes throw things back. It can hurt, but if I deserved it like that, I don't mind,>> she laughed. Karma was like that, though, and she decided long ago to just go with the flow of things. <<Molasses? All I know about that is that it's slow... or that's what it seems like, at least, with the way people use it. Heh, suppose I'm pretty slow, too, though!>> the grimer mused; she had no idea it was even edible, let alone what the product was. She beamed at the compliment, finding pride in the fact that even though the panties weren't meant to be used in the way Margarita was using them, at least she misused them in style! <<Daisy, nobody's called me that one before! Sure, that works for me!>> she nodded, <<Myrrh? That's a weird name! Heehee, I like it! But... but fitting how?>> She wasn't quite aware that names had much meaning at all aside from what sounded nice, so Margarita was unsure of what Myrrh exactly meant by the question.

Margarita pouted a bit as Myrrh reined in her thoughts enough to respond back again. You meant she had to say all that again? Wait... what was it she just said? Oh, right! <<That I HAVE one. A brain, that is. That's the difference between me and garbage. And... the voices in your head, apparently?>> she responded, making the mistake of thinking too literally. She scratched her chin before continuing, <<I hope I'm different. No fun being like everyone else. If I was like everyone else, I wouldn't be as annoying to them! Or as endearing.>> She copped out an attempt at a cute smile with her last remark, but was unsure if she had succeeded or not. Instead of verifying herself, she verified Myrrh's query instead, <<But yeah, I'd say it's good. You'd get lost in the flood if you weren't. Though they're not all the exact same, I suppose... I thought they all were, once!>> Again, she was getting off track, derailing before she really got started. She was back to comparing to human beings. Well, it wasn't as though that were completely off base, at least! However, one's mind was a dangerous place, especially considering there seemed to be a lot of u-turns and figure-eights in Margarita's thought processes. Was that one a leap off a short cliff? Into the other lane? Was she even still driving on the right side?

The grimer nodded in understanding. <<Yeah... but since I don't have the legs for it, I always default to the arms when I think of clothing,>> she explained, cocking her head as she thought. So, did this mean that Myrrh had actually seen a human being without clothing before? That must have been quite a sight! Margarita wasn't sure if it would have been a hilarious sight, or an awe-struck sight, considering that it must have been such a rare occurrence. It was hard to tell that the grimer was not of naive nature, but she leaned with all her weight on that fence. With a gaping mouth, she asked, <<Really? You actually saw something like that? What was it like? I wasn't sure it was even possible to see them like that!>> 'Daisy' was reacting as though Myrrh just got done stating that she rode on the back of a green unicorn. Thinking about the question, Margarita had to agree with the spiritomb's take on sense-making, oblivious to the averted misstep of Myrrh's wording, <<I suppose you're right. It would be pretty dull if it was that easy to understand everything. What would anyone do for fun? Well... aside from throwing things at each other.>> And there it went again, her attention crashing in a ball of flames on the curb. One would think an engine could withstand a straight lane at ten miles an hour, but they would be thinking wrong.

<<Heh, okay! That would probably be best,>> she agreed, not liking the idea of a rock-induced headache at this point in time. She thought about anything she tended to throw more often than others, but was at a loss. Shrugging and shaking her head, she responded, <<Really, whatever is within reach and throwable. Paper doesn't work all that well, even when you ball it up, so I tend to avoid that... and blades of grass... But really, anything works. If I think it'll be too heavy, then I just aim for near a person instead of directly at them. They don't think I'm actually being that careful when I do it, though.>> Of course, she always decided to use that as an advantage. Many people thought she was just moody, or not intelligent in the slightest. Little did they know she was merely insane. She blinked at Myrrh's threat of apocalypse, believing it to be nothing more than a way to stave off the grimer's projectile arts, but decided to go with the flow regardless. When in Rome... <<Alright, I'll be sure not to throw anything at you unless I'm really feeling genocidal, then. Deal?>> Anyone outside the conversation would probably be hard-pressed to evaluate whether either one of them were taking the exchange of destruction seriously. At the thought of food, Margarita could feel her tummy rumbling in protest, <<Sweet, huh? That... automatically sounds delicious. I think that means I've just realized I'm starving.>> She giggled -- it was no wonder! How late was it? When was the last meal she had? Even the flowers were starting to sound tasty, and spices weren't helping. Her train of thought was still smoldering, and may have been catching the grass on fire by this point; hopefully it wasn't too dry. <<Ancient spice? So you spicy? Like a meatball?>> And there went the gas leak.

<<Me? I came out because I saw the water!>> Oh, that's right! The water! She nearly forgot all about that! <<It's a lot clearer than what I'm used to seeing. In my hometown, the water's got all sorts of random things in it. It's hard to even see the moonlight off of it, so I got curious. I'm starting to think that my hometown is actually kind of weird because of that, since I haven't seen any water since then that looked like it,>> she explained. Never mind that she had run into zero urban pokémon, let alone any others that could cause or come from pollution. <<What about you? I mean, I know what you were doing before, but why'd you come out to the water?>>

Margarita giggled at the question posed, <<Of course I have a brain, silly! How else you think I could talk?>> She stuck her tongue out at that, a playful jab without actually having to touch the destructive-sounding spiritomb. Blinking, Margarita thought about what she had been referring to moments before, sidetracked with how specific it sounded. Why had she mentioned a flood? Did it have something to do with the water they were currently perched next to? She frowned, studying the water before she remembered that she was being abstract about it. She didn't do so very often at all! <<Ahh, sorry, I didn't mean it literally! A bunch of people around, the crowds are like a really fast river!>> she explained with a snicker. She was good at confusing everyone, even herself!

<<Pants?>> she queried, then thought about it. Since they were on the subject, she was pretty certain she knew what Myrrh was talking about. Whether she was correct or not, however, wasn't a problem -- all clothing had the same answer, <<Naw, I don't really try to wear anything. Don't need to, and it gets all gunky if I did. It kind of sucks sometimes, because I can't play around with any of that stuff... and it doesn't make a good thing to throw, either.>> She shrugged, but nodded as though it were something that was worth listening to, as a wise old teacher might. <<Oh really, I should?>> Margarita wondered aloud, <<So do they sparkle or something strange? Heehee, I suppose you would still be doing that. Taking things annoys people, too, doesn't it?>> In that sense, the pair of pokémon out by the river's edge might not have been too different in the hobby department, either!

<<Favorite thing to throw, huh?>> Margarita had to think hard on that one; it wasn't often that she was in the vicinity of someone that would actually react to something she threw, at least until recently. Most of the other grimers and muks in her home-labyrinth didn't really think twice about it, and sadly sometimes even absorbed the shock of whatever she threw, never knowing it had been thrown at all. Hmph, and they thought she was dense! <<I suppose it was pretty fun throwing that broken bottle I found. Heehee, it shattered in to so many pieces, and made such a cool sound! The person I threw it near wouldn't stop yelling at me, it was so funny!>> she giggled, remembering the man's panic-stricken scolding.

Margarita was a bit confused, <<Hmm, I don't think either one of us could do that... We're not fire-types, I don't think?>> Literal-mindedness was definitely Daisy's cup of tea. She prodded her hands together at the yelling that Myrrh produced, snapping her mouth shut before she managed to make her new friend any angrier, oblivious that Myrrh had been speaking to one of her other mind-mates. She even hesitated in answering the question posed to her, but after a second decided against ignoring it, <<It's... hmm, quite literally a ball of meat! They put it in this wormy-looking stuff, covered in red... stuff. It smelled quite tasty, actually! Boy, am I hungry...>>

She nodded, <<Yeah, most people say it was disgusting, even the people living there. It tasted different, too, but I suppose I'm not suppose to say that... Since I think most people find it disgusting when I say something like that? Oops.>> She snickered, then glanced around the area for where these screaming humans were, <<Looks like you evaded them! And before the sun came out and let them know where you are, too!>> At that mention, she pointed toward the lightening of the sky. Sunrise was still perhaps one and a half, two hours away, but the void blackness of the starlit sky was beginning to turn a deep purple.

<<Puppets and dolls that talk?>> Margarita visibly gaped. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in fascination until she continued, <<Umm... what are puppets and dolls?>> It was obvious that they didn't have brains normally, and they could talk sometimes... but other than that, she was at a loss. The grimer had no idea how much Myrrh seemed to know of the human world; Margarita was only familiar with what would have been easy to find out about on filthy urban streets. Heck, some of her kind could sometimes even befriend the local hobos! However, Margarita was not one of those people, as much as she would have wanted to be.

The purple pile of sludge took another close look at the spiritomb before her, realizing that her body did, indeed, materialize around a stone. <<Ah, I see that! Well, seems there are some things that we as pokémon can't do quite as well as people. Like... wear anything,>> she summarized with a nod of her head. However, she seemed to get excited when she realized that Myrrh had been proposing that they should meet again. Regardless of the occasion, Daisy was all for it, <<Oh yes, yes, you should do that! We should do that! I don't know what all it entails, but even so!>> She was practically bouncing in place.

<<What what?>> Margarita asked, though it was more of a passing comment in turn to another -- she wasn't looking for an answer, only a reason to say what she said. Her attention was immediately on another subject, her head peeking over the edge and into the water below. She was so tempted to splash it, but would that turn the water murky, too? Her attention came back with the urgency that Myrrh provided with the mention of the sun. She pouted briefly until another thought came to mind, <<Do you need help getting back in time?>>