Ronan can't even collect one let alone all

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[Ronan opts for video this time. Not that this is a good move, considering he spent a few weeks in a coma and even after a week of recovery, he looks it. He’s paler than usual, which is saying something, visibly tired, and actually has hair on his head, just enough for his dark brown locks to start curling.]

I lost one of my pets. If anyone’s seen a floating pink blob with-- [He sighs and rolls his eyes.] purple flower markings and a huge nose, let me know. He answers to “hey, shitead” and also Hypnopompia.

[He’s about to end this when he pauses, then adds, sincerely...]

If you steal or hurt him, I’ll break your legs.

[OOC: No plans for where his munna is so feel free to make something up/have them see some of Ronan’s nicer dreams.]

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[Cisco barely has to take a step before Ronan scoops Hypnopompia out of his arms. The pokemon rests happily against his chest, ignorant of how much trouble he's caused.]

You little shit. I'm sticking a tracker up your ass.

[He glances up at Cisco, then back down at Hypnopompia until he finally gets him into a secure and comfortable position.]

The Minstrel Boy. Never heard it before?

[Spoken as if it were standard for people to hear traditional Irish songs so of course Ronan knows that one. Who wouldn't? It's not like Cisco's been to his world to know the difference. For all he knows, Murder Squash really is a masterpiece and maybe Ronan really can get away with not looking like a nerd.

Ronan adjusts his own posture so his shoulders are back and his head is ever slightly tilted. He's going for his standard 'I don't care' look but he's more of a musician than an actor. His effort just comes across as forced.]

[franciscoramon]

[ For all Ronan's annoyed words and insults, Cisco can see that he's happy to have the creature wrapped up in his arms, safe and ready to be hauled home. ]

Nope. I don't know shit about folk music, though.

[ Whatever teasing or judgment Ronan might be expecting, Cisco's clearly not interested. The song could be one that is well-known in his world, or maybe it doesn't even exist. As he starts to climb the tree again, to get that cage down, he admits: ]

Anything that's pre-Prince is a total mystery to me.

[ Now that there is no vulnerable creature inside the cage, and since there's no one here but Ronan, getting it down is easy enough. Cisco climbs up just a little, to get a better angle, holds up a hand, and shoots a vibe blast at the branch that had been holding the cage. There is a brief flash of color - a shining, pulsating light blue - and the branch is rocked back, splinters, and then comes crashing down, cage and all. It lands with a heavy CLANG that sends birds flying from some of the nearby trees. ]

I'm serious, when I find out who made this shit we're gonna have words.

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[Ronan's happy enough he lets the Prince comment go without remark. Looking up, he narrows his eyes at the cage, then quickly backs away before it falls. Watching the vibe at work was something, but Ronan has no real compulsion to comment on that either. Powers aren't something to casually ask about and they've already covered the basics.

He slowly walks up to the cage. He lifts his foot but stops it just short of touching it.]

I'm gonna have more than words. I still want to know why they did this.

[He resists the urge to kick the cage and steps back.]

I'm guessing you want to take that back for tests. I'll drive us back. Let's just get out of here before they come back. I can't kick their ass in front of the kid.