#hiroshi pecharunt

[asktheoger]

Off in the distance behind the Pokemon...music? It could be heard rapidly, getting louder and closer. Eventually a menacing presence could be felt

Did you pray today...?

RAT?

"Is. Is that boss music?"

"oH FU-"

[ask-the-royal-absol]

(@asktheoger) "Wow. Aren't you pathetic!" Hiroshi, the Pecharunt, approaches Anti-Destino. "Hey, how would you like to make a deal- I could give you all the power and confidence if you ask for.... all you have to do is make a little deal with me~"

Destino: I’ve always been told to never make deals with anyone. It could turn out badly. As much as power sounds good, I’m not willing to risk it. I’m really sorry.

[askvekpa]

(@asktheoger) "Awww!! What a cute little talking birdy!!" Hiroshi, the Pecharunt, stands on their tipy toes and pats Lunch on the head. "So birdy, do you want a cracker or something? I can give you some! All you have to do is pledge your life and loyalty to me as your god and pay 47 easy payments of 9.95 per year."

Fie! Cracketh'rs, gross! Giveth me some french fries instead! F'r free, might I addeth. I already obeyeth one god- mine own father!

[shaymincafe]

(@asktheoger) “Oh, YOOOOOHOOOOOO!” The Pecharunt, Hiroshi, waves their arms in the air, trying to get someone’s attention. “I could use some assistance~” suddenly, they pick up a huge rack of clothing, with strength that seems it shouldn’t be possible for someone of their size, and throw it across the room before running away. “CLEANUP ON ISLE FOUR HAHAHA!!!”

"Ugh, finally, someone comes to consult my tal-" Chicory stops as Hiroshi launches the rack of clothes across the room and scampers away. "-ent..." He lets out a long sigh before gesturing to Rosemary. "Clean that up, would you? Make sure to burn all the offending articles as well. I didn't see anything worth salvaging before they threw it."

"Yes sir!" Rosemary said before scampering down the aisles to pick up the clothes, admiring the shades of purple that Hiroshi's wardrobe seemed to house.

[asktheoger]

(shaymincafe shayminrunway) Chicory scrunches up his nose a little and scoffs. "Sweetie? Eth, hard pass." He eyes the stranger up and down slowly, giving them a most judgemental look before clicking his tongue in displeasure. "Have you considered wearing less..." he gestures to all of the stranger's body, "that? It's so outdated. Like easily 672 seasons ago, give or take. And don't get me started on that choice of color. Could you have picked a more unpleasant shade of purple? Your whole ensemble here is just toxic to the eyes, darling."

"Unpleasant shade of purple?!? What the f*ck do you mean, there's no bad shades of purple!!!" Hiroshi growls, picking Chicory up by the scruff of his hedge. "At least I'm not a four-eyed sentient bush!" He taps the Shaymin's glasses with a finger and drags it around, smearing the lenses.

"And....well," Hiroshi smiles. "I don't think it's exactly wise for someone like YOU to insult a GOD; especially when you're the exact right shape and size for throwing and punting."

[asktheoger]

I have a few questions about what you're planning M slowly pulling out a sword out of his hat

“Planning??? Oh, I’m not planning anything!” Hiroshi responds with a chuckle, barely even glancing at the Mimikyu. “Awww, a little sword!! How cute!!”

Y̷̼͌̅̐̀̋̅̇̑̇̀͝͠͝͠ơ̵̢̥͕̤̬̟͇͕̫̬̩̇͌̉̅̾͂̏͂͂͂̽̏̀̌̒̅̂ͅu̴̢̩͍̞͈̦͂̈̓͌̌͐̃͂̇͘͠͝͝ ̵̥͚̹̖̪̱̬͕̜͕̭͖̀ͅc̵̢̛̓̂̏̀͑̿̄͆̆̂̈̀̊̇́̾ͅa̵̢͍̰̖̥̟̯͈͍̼̗̖̭̱̓̿̌͋̿̊̚ͅn̴̹̼̠̠̪̱͑͋͑ͅ’̶̛̭͍̺̥͕̬̓́̔̆̄͌͋̏̈́̔̈́͑̇̈́͒́̕t̵̢̡̺̤͖͉͓̰͆̄ ̸̢̛̼̹̬̇̉̅̄͋̃̅̔͂̓͑̃̀͂̕̚k̷̛͈͍̼̠͙̦͖͙̫̰̱͋̓̽͐̂͆̅͋͑̚͘̚͝ȉ̷̡̹̣̟̪͙̝̺̼͈̭̪͍̱̰̤̄̈́͛̑̄͂̽l̶̛̖̪̑͋̈̋̚͝l̶̡̢̤̘̖̮̘͙̥͚̘͖̙̖͎̩̠̱̰͑̅͌̀ ̴̧̡̠̳̖̻͈̓̌̔͑̊̂̍̄́̉̾̚͠m̸̢̞̮̞̥͈̝̭̞̹̭̝̜̩̬̼̙͙̟̃͂̐̀̂̍͐̕͜e̴̪͖͖͔̐̒̂͂͒͋͂̑͂ ̸̢̨̭̪͕̖͕̳͙̖̙̝̩̠̟̯̺̥̣̭̆̒̔̂̍̆̒̒̍̐͊̉̈́̑̆̀͛̚͠͝î̷̛̬̹̤̩̦͇̙̱͐̀̍̕ͅn̸̼̪͔̗̟͂͗͊̾̌̊̔̈̄̇̽͝͠͠ ̸̡̱̣͚̼̠̮̖͗͜t̷̢͇̼̲̠̭̞̹̩͚̬̾͒͌͐̓h̶͕̟̞̖̭̝͗͆̈́̃̈́̽̍̄̄͐͛͛̄̈́̐͘͝e̴̡̨͕͙̩͙̗̩̞͔̦̹͓̥̫̗̯̯̬̊͌̀͘͘͘͜͜ ̵̢̻̩̻͚̯̟̣̜͙̫̪̫͎̟̠̣̻̔̋ͅw̷̧̧̩̤͙̞͉̜͙̜̩̫͔̞͔͔̖̟̺͙͕͂͐̄͒́̃͆a̶̢̨̜̘͖͉̥̘̟̐̿͊��͋̑̕y̸͎͉̫͕̜͔̗̌́͐̂͌͐̍̔͐̀̂s̵͕̯͓͎̪̻̼̗͖͂̏̎̿̈́͆̓̉͛͌̎͆̽̑̅͘̕͠͠͝͝ ̶̢̢̛͍̲͓̹͕͎͍̣̪̘̼̱̰̬͔͖̯͚̒͂̑͌̐͌̉͒̀͝ͅt̷̟̝̦͚̪̲̗͈̙̫̜́̃͂͛͑͗̄̄͘͝ḩ̷̠͔͎͊͗́̀͊̄̊̔̋̽̆͒͋̎̚͘͠ą̸̢̧̧̧͖̝̠̮̳̱͎͕̱͇͚̖͎̭̩͔͒̎̂̽̊̂̌̑͊̇̌̒͆͂̋̈́̈́̚̚̚t̵̜̰͈̣͈͆̍̔̊́͑́̈͂̕͜͝͠͝͝ ̵̡̢̦͕̩̹͚̜̱̬͉̳̮̠͈̫̜̮̞̬̄̿͗̍̐͜m̶̢̢̦͙͔̥͎̲̭̰̥̦̫̎͑͊̌̿́̈́͋̽̉̉̇̈͛̚̕̚͜͠ͅá̶̳̩̤̝̤̫̰̦̙͛̀̃̀̓͒̏̃̃͌͂̔͝ṭ̶̡̧̧̲̮̭̟͚̳̗̹̹͍̝̟͔̞̩̩͂̽̈́͝ţ̵̞̹̟̝̞̦͓͕͓͍̳̣̥̲̈́̔́̑̈́̓́̃͂̚e̶̢̡̧͕͇̻̩͖̥̬͈̪͙̯̠̘̼͔͎͕̦̊͝͠r̸̨̨̮͖͇̠̯̙͇̝̜͉̫̰̟̰̥̓ͅ

[asktheoger]

(@masked-vee) Mouse stands very scared and hackles raised. "Hello, sorry about my young warrior. They're very shy." Elizabeth worded her sentence very carefully. "And I'm their guardian, please to meet you." She was very suspicious but decided to stay quiet.

"Why hello there, midget and stick!" Hiroshi greets the two, leaning down to look at them. "There's no shame in being shy, midget. After all, you are in the presence of a diety."

[asktheoger]

little child. little baby man. stinky little toddler

"BABY?!? EXCUSE ME!?!?" Hiroshi balls their hands into fists and pouts, swinging their arms up and down. "I LOOK. AT LEAST 24 IN MORTAL YEARS!!! AND I'VE BEEN ALIVE FOR CENTURES!!"

"WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU MEAN, BABY?!?"

[asktheoger]

hey man are you a big fan of.

de

demo

demonce

D̵e̵m̴o̷n̴s̵,̵ ̸y̶o̸u̶ ̴s̸a̷y̷?̶

Ẃ̴̢̨̢̡̭̠͓̻̫̤̰̮̲͕͔͕̞̩̹̭͙̫̜̳̫̮̦̠̞̯̜͚͚̪̱̤́͌̔͋̇͆͌͂́̃͊̀̑̉̅̌̓̉̀̏̚̚͜͜ͅH̸̨̨̧̡̛̛̛͔̘̟̮̺̗̝̖͍̖͉̗̘̠̻̰͍̃̊̉̐̓̓͑̈́̇̑̌̅͗̏̿̿̄̽͊̈̋͂͑͛̊͗̒͆̑̂̊͗̅͊̓̐͗͊̾̌̎͒́̚͝Ę̵̡̡̢̢̧̨̟̪̮̙̟̭̠̺͕͙̙̘̩͕̯̦͈̞͖̘͓̼͔̰̳̜̳̻̫̱̭̳͓͙͇̳̯̹̜͎̱̤͎͓̮͓̗̪̱͖̐͒͐̏̄̎͒͜͜͜ͅŖ̵̧̡̨̧̢̡̛͇̼͉͔̜͙̯͉̪̲͔̗̲͎̲̲̥͖̘̦̱̰̯͍͓͈̺͓͇̱̹̰̲̳̫̰̥̗̰̜͈͍͕̮̼̥̝̥̣͖̮͇̺͇̤̰̰͕̂̌̊̈́̽̔̂̑͐̐̐̎͂̓̓͒̎̈̅̐̅̑̂͐̄̅̔̓͌̈́̐̽̎͒̿̓̎͛̃͗͗͊̇͗͛̐́̍̅̿͑̈̄̑̂̅̚͘͘͘̕͘͘͘͠͝ͅȄ̶̡̢̛̛͎̤̳̳̟̗̺̖̟̥̝͙̣̖̱̪̩̹̰̮̝͍͍͇̦̲͙͉̲̝͓̠͖̐́̂̈́͆̋̇̌̅͂̃̀̅̐̅̐̂̒̃̌͑͑̉͒̀̈́̀̋͆̓̾͑͐̂̍̋̈́̓̿́̂̉̾̅̍̇̔́̈́̌͆̏̓͆͘͘̕͜͜͝͝͠͝ͅ?̵̛̛̛͇̺̣̞̫͍͉̳͓͔̙͓̜͖̟̏̓̎̏̄͒͌̽́̄̓̀̓̂̒̏̿͝͝

[asktheoger]

*Kicks the new guy in the shins and runs*

"WH- HEY!!! WHAT THE F*CK WAS THAT?!?" Hiroshi shouts, hobbling on their good leg. "COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE $HIT, AND FACE YOUR DIVINE JUDGEMENT!!!"

[asktheoger]

hi mate are you a big fan of being normal and kind

W̵h̴a̴t̸ ̵e̸v̸e̶r̴ ̶d̴o̸ ̷y̶o��u̶ ̷m̶e̸a̶n̸,̷ ̵s̶w̸e̶e̷t̵i̸e̴?

?̷̸́͝I̶̋̍'̴̎̋̀̅̇̀̃͝ḿ̵̀ ̶̄̕̕ả̷̛̊́̎̇̆l̸̈̈̅͊͝w̵͠a̴͊̇͒̄́́͑̅̆y̶͗̓͝ṥ̶͘ ̶̾͋̿͐̂̈́̚ń̴́̓͠ơ̵̛̅́̚r̵̋̎m̶͐a̵̓̓l̴̆̇͛͝ ̷͗͒̓̆͝a̴̔̿̂͒ń̷̑͛̈̕͘d̶̋̀͂̅̎̽́͛ ̴̋̈k̷̛̈́̋͌͊͐͝i̸̇̆͆̈́̋̅͠n̵̐͗̅͌d̶̀̄̓̚!̸́̕ ̷̋

Ň̷̪͓̀̅͐͐̾̈́̍̎̓͌̐͆̆̊́͛̾̄̎̓̒̕ó̴̢̧͓̼͕̥̺͚͕͔̩̉̊̋̇̈́́̅̄̽͛͋͛͌̒̏͐̀̐͠͝͠ͅr̴̢̖̪͙̪͍̞̣̘͙̣͙̤̻̙̩̞̆̓͌͐̓̿͂͐̑̈̔̄͋̕͝͠ͅm̶̨̭̱͙͆̽̍̽̓̈́̓͛͂̒̂̒̏͋̈͆̐̈́̈́͛̚͝a̷̛̤͓̺͇̼̫̱̙̲͚̮͗͑͗̇̂͗͗̅̎̈́͒̂͋̀̈̉̾̐̓̍͆̈̚͝l̵̹̙̲̏͂̆̂̆̌̇͆̽͋̃̏̓̿̿̀̓͘ ̵̨̡̛͎̙̝͙̱͕̙̯͖̗̬̫̠͎͉̲̼͆̈̐͒̅͂͊̏͋̇͐̊͐̐͘͘͜͜͜ͅą̵̝̠̩͈͇͈͙͎͍͕̱̭͉͖̰̹̦̩̝͓͙͙̪̈́̂̓͗̕ͅṇ̵̘̓̈́̈́̅͋̇̓̆̓̾͐̊̍̑̇͛͌̊̀̚͠d̸̗̺̦͉̫̘̩̤͓̠̆́̿͐͗̀̐̔́̐̽̃͋͊̎̆͒̆̀̇͠ͅ ̷̢̨͔͙͍̟̯͖͎̻̩̖̱̬̥͑͆̀̈́̄̀͜͜ͅͅk̶̪̪̪̹̼̣̻̩͈̘̳͌̽̾̆̂͂̍͒́ỉ̴̛̪͙̞̠̫͔̩̘͕̣̻̜͔̫̙͆̓̉͒̐̍͜͠ͅͅņ̷̠̬̣̮̭͖̬̥͈͈̞̣͉̋̓̒̑̀̒̎̈́̎͋̓͒͜͝d̷̡͕̪̤̜͇͇̳̟̼͔̣͖̱͉̗̹̙̼̔̅͌̓̅̅̊̆̓̌̇̚͜͠ ̴̡̢̧̡̮̝̯̳͖̯̋͛̎̐͒̀̏̓͠ͅą̵̡̺̟͉̻̻̙͎͈̟̠͖͖̮̠̲̞̙̞̰̖͈́́̇͐͑̀͌̑̑̓͛̚͝͝ͅͅr̸̢̬̬̼̙̯̞̪͔͍̰̟̱͍̟̒̌͊ȩ̶̰̦̗̹̮̦̞͉̪̻̻̘̦̩̯̮̝͚̣͓̌̔̽̂̈́̃̊͂͌́̚͠ͅ ̸̨̞̻̲̞̭̻̘̬̹͕̺͔̞̥͉͖͑͜m̵̢̛̛̟̮̙̯̮̣̣̩̱͍͇̲̝͔͓̜̩͚̾͆̊̓̎̐͑̋̅̒̀̚͘͘ͅẏ̷̛͖́̋̍͐̂͊̓́͆̀̆́͋̂̒̚͝ ̸̮̠̠̘͇̮̣͎͓̦̗͙̥̺͚̞̗̼̟̥̪͙͔͕͑̌͑̓̑̆͊̄͌͆̚͜f̷̨̧̝̝͙͚̟͉̳͉̫͈͉͔̘͉̝̼̬̯̺̮͌̈́̈́̆̀̈́͒̽͆͋͛ͅͅȁ̷̡̢̧̻͉͉̱̬͍̠̥̠̭̺̥̲͈͇̜̘͍̘̬̊̄̐̓͆́́̍̔͊̂̈́͐̎̓͗̎͜ṽ̵̗̫̳̩͚̟̝͖̩̱̫̳̗̤̜̟̗̖̙̰̜̥̐͌̋̕͝o̷̡̢̡̪͎͎̤̱̻͎͚͓͖͔̦͙̘̹͎̯͕͍͆̄̓̓́̾̔͆͒̍̇̇̐͠͝r̵͔̤̠̀́̔̿̎̒͆͗̊̚̕͝ȋ̴̩̼̏̋̀͊̽̎̓̒t̶͎͇͕̻̏̑̃̀̉̄͐̑̈́̾͊́͑̑̆̽̀̌͘ḛ̴̖͍̝̖̳̘̫͕̯̞̳̰͐̅̌̆̊̈́͊̐̑̌͛̂͂̾̋̀̈́͛̂̈͑̄͊͝͝��̢͖̺͖͇̱ ̴̡̡̢̢̼͈͕̮̥̞̦̺͇̼̮̳͔̼͉̪͂́̽͂͝t̸̢̨̡͍͚̟͌̊͊͐́͒͐͒͐͛̊͘͠͝ȟ̵̨̧̳͙̦̝̻̼͔̯̟͖̼̄͗̓͛̀̄̋̾̇̅̽̆̌͗̊̕͠͝į̴̡̡̛̛̯͎̦̮̗̹̭̬͍̙̗͇͈̯̜̼̣̈́̋͛͛̒̈́͒͌̆͌͋͂̅͗͋̐̎̃̾̄͘͜͝n̸͎̖͈͕̜̟͙̜̠̲̗͈̦̫͓̜̦͕̒͌̎ģ̶̨̹̻̯̮̳̭͖̣̣͎͇͙̀͌s̸̡̧̟̰̮̟̜̜̝̩͆̇̌̈́̓̏̔̉͌̈́́̑̄̈͝ͅ ̸̨̏͂̅̾͛͆͘͝͝ȩ̴̖̬̪͎͈̬̤̟͚̺̀̾̊̈́̽́̋͛͆̋̅͑̀̃̈́v̶̢̨̢̢̛̭̰͕̰̤͍̹̝͎̠͍̟̝͍̬̳͔̭̩̫̓̊͊͆͋̈́̂̆̐̆͊̈̇͊͗̽͠ͅe̶̝͓͌r̴͓̺͓͛͐́͗̍͊͌̈́̾̚͘!̵̧̢̣̤̰̙̫̯͚̯̹̓͜ͅ!̵̡̧̤̜͕̦̞̝͈͚̞̰̰̯̤̲̫̻̺̹͇̓͆̈́̃̔̄͛̍̐̂́͋͊̑̊́́͊̈́̑͝

[asktheoger]

(@ask-diane)

Diane is quote intrigued by this stranger. She races up to them, and begins blurring out.

"Hi! My name is Diane- and I'm a skitty! Who- and, what are you??"

"Why hello there, little kitty!~" the Pecharunt pats the Skitty's head a little less than gently. "I go by many, MANY names, but you can call me Hiroshi! They/He pronouns, please- Never, EVER refer to me as a she. Okie dokie? Okie dokie, great!! Keep up the good work!"

"As for what I am, well," Hiroshi chuckles, spreading his arms wide. "That's simple. I'm a god."

[asktheoger]

Imma just guess, but I assume you're a pretty important member of the village?

"I'm more of the village founder than, like, a member, but yes! I am their god, after all~"

[asktheoger]

1 minute where is Aya or face fate worst?

“Okay, I don’t know who the hell Aya is, but stop talking about them!!! You’re supposed to be talking and thinking and paying attention to ME!!!”

[asktheoger]

Who are you and what happened to Aya oAo

“Aya? Who the f*ck is Aya?”

[ogre-n-partner]

I'LL SHOW YOU WHO GOD IS MOTHER FU-

Off in the distance behind the Pokemon...music? It could be heard rapidly, getting louder and closer. Eventually a menacing presence could be felt

Did you pray today...?

RAT?

"Is. Is that boss music?"

"oH FU-"