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[Brent Winters]

Brent laughed- now wouldn't that be a dream job for him. To break and shatter minds, twist people to fight for the same cause as him? That sounded fun- but- alas. "Hmm. Close? I do work with brains, but not like that." He adjusted his grip and tilted his head. He supposed he would just have to leave her with lifeguards or something if her parents didn't show up. It wasn't his job to look for a young one's parents while out on the beach. There'd be a search order out if it was an emergency. "Close! Here he comes right now." Brent pointed with his free hand to the man jogging across the beach. He was dressed in a light cotton button up shirt and a pair of khaki shorts as he ran over carrying a bag full of the stuff they'd need to shackle and carry the guy to the police. "He wears a suit any other time." Brent snorted- earning an annoyed look from his partner. "Talking shit about me behind my back?" his partner asked, popping a bubble he blew with his gum while he and Brent wrestled the man into cuffs. "There are other things to talk about in other places?" That earned a playful nudge and both of them laughed, taking the guy a short distance from the tiki hut to pass off to security. "What's with the kid?" "Got myself some pesky company." He spoke loud enough to be heard, smirking. "Kid just started talking to me so I'm just gonna keep an eye on her till it's time to go home. Better than letting her swim alone in a crowd of strangers." He'd make a great older brother if he had siblings, honestly. Well sort of... if you ignore the dark side. "People magnet." "Comes with the job we do." "Yeah yeah yeah." Once he was passed off, he waved his partner goodbye, earning a scoff and dismissive wave over his partner's shoulder as he walked away. "About those waves?" He'd have to make a stop to toss his wallet into his locker but that could be done on the way.

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[Leleia]

Leleia puts her hands to her mouth, “Omg, you’re a brain surgeon. How could I have been so blind?” That made sense, this guy did seem pretty smart.  The moment the approaching person was identified as Brent’s partner her eyes never left them. In particular the mouth, she wanted to see if he actually was chewing gum.  When he blew the bubble, she makes a small jump of excitement and cheers, “Called it! Classic tropes. Love it. Serious and quirky at the same time. And yeah, we were talking shit about you behind your back because you weren’t here to do it to your face!”

As the guy gets transferred, she takes a bite of her cone and points to his pants, “Be careful too, guy pissed himself and I’m sure you don’t want to get that all over your top-secret spy car. You might want to grab a towel or something for that.”

She waves emphatically as they leave, “Bye chowizowd, you will be missed!” She turns to Brent, “Oh hell yeah, do you have a board or are we gonna have to steal one?” There’s a short pause, “I mean rent one?”

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You want some too Mr. NPC partner?


Brent Winters

[Brent Winters]

"This brat just call me a trope-" Brent's partner huffed, crossing his arms and giving Brent one final look like 'you're going to get us both fired', and walked away. "I'll make it up to him later." Brent barely conceals a grin at him walking away. Afterall, couldn't have his partner actually being angry with him. Holding up a hand he ducked into the locker room and came back out just as quickly. "No- we're not stealing a board. Maybe when I was younger?" It was hard to imagine- what with all the... y know. He didn't linger on that, making sure to keep that charismatic mask up. He held a hand out to passively measure her while they walked towards where the boards are. "Close on that brain thing btw- I considered surgeon for a bit. I'm a Psychologist and Psychiatrist. I'll give you the win though, morveuse. Got close quick."

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[Leleia]

“Huh, if you’re worried about him being angry, maybe take this?” She pulls a jar of nectar out from behind her back, “I thought we were just having fun... And don’t look at me like that! I don’t just have a ton of these things laying around. I grabbed it off the bar because the ice cream man never took it because he was too pidgey-shit to come near you while you were pinning that guy."

Leleia blinks a few times and casts a quizzical look at Brent, that wasn’t the answer she had been expecting, “Wait, oh shit, does Dr. Winters have a criminal past that he got turned from?” Judging by Brent’s expression though, he didn’t want to linger on the topic. Which was understandable. Undesirable behaviors come from undesirable lifestyles. Arceus knows she’d had to steal to eat recently too and she definitely wasn't fond of it.

Seeing Brent’s hand out at about head level, she goes to high five it. “Fugg yeah, lets go catch these wa-“ she slips and falls into the sand, which promptly sticks to the massive quantity of sunscreen she has covering her body. She looks up and smiles, “I guess I’m just a good guesser? I always have been. Idk why. Tbh it’s kinda spoopy sometimes, ngl.” She stands and tries in vain to remove the sand from herself, “Blarg, now I look like some sort of weird sandygast.” She spits out a bit of sand, “Hey, wait. What’s the difference between a psychologist and a psychiatrist anyway? I thought it was basically the same fuggin thing."

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Look, it's ground type Leleia.

Brent Winters

[Brent Winters]

The real question is where she even got that nectar in the first place. But he didn't question it- he wasn't looking to badger a child about where they found something that could be easily squeezed from a plant or dug up from a store. Besides, he didn't even know what kind of nectar it was. "Oh- no. He'll be fine. Worst I'll return to is a thumbtack in my chair." Brent smirked at the criminal past thing, and his smirk grew as she spectacularly fails the high five, flopping into the sand. Sandygast- that's a pokemon- "Gonna pull people and pokemon under the sand now?" He joked, shrugging a shoulder. "They both can provide psychotherapy. It's just most psychiatrists treat with medication and psychologists treat with psycho and behavioral therapy. Talking it out, finding coping mechanisms and such. I can do both. I provide diagnosis, medication, cognitive therapies and all that for my patients." He recited... like he'd done that many times before. "Most pick one or the other, some pick both. I picked both." Why not when it was so easy?

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[Leleia]

“Psh, thumbtack in the chair is such a tropey prank. If you really want to prank someone you put glue in their door lock or wrap their computer in aluminum foil. You sure your partner is real and not just some NPC? They’re ticking all the boxes.” Leleia laughs and rolls her eyes. "At this point I'm starting to believe they're some form of group hallucination."

Leleia’s eyes go wide for a moment, imagining getting slurped into the sand by a small sandcastle. “Oh fugg, they do that? Why? Do they eat people or something?” She pauses for a moment, trying in vain to remove any significant amount of sand from herself. “I mean, might as well. Why suffer alone, right? Let’s sand these nerds!” She scoops up a bunch of sand into her shirt and starts looking for a mark.

While Leleia is peering around she listens to Brent’s explanation of his job. “So basically, you tell people how to solve their mental problems, give them coaching to help them with it, and if they can’t be assed to do it, you just drug them? Sounds kekking great. Topkek of jobs. Where do I start?” She fake trips towards Brent, pulling her shirt and spraying sand on him. “Lol, get sandygasted.”

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Brent Winters

[Brent Winters]

"Tropey but he doesn't really care." His partner could probably do a lot better but can't be bothered past minor annoyances. They both have a lot of work to do and with whatever Jasper wanted to talk about, probably so much more. He adjusted his shoulders and shoved a hand into his pocket. "Yes, Sandygast and Palossand are known to absorb the life force of smaller creatures by pulling them under the sand and holding them underneath them." Brent watches as she scoops up sand, and snorts at her explanation. "Cut it out. You're gonna chase off all my cognitive dissonant patients." Although she coats his sweaty back in sand and- without missing a beat, he digs his foot into the sand and kicks more at her. "Says the Pile-o-ssand." ... Likely not to much effect with how covered she already is...

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[Leleia]

Leleia listens to the explanation of how the ghostly sandcastles feed, “Wow, that’s creepy. Can they eat berries and stuff to? That kind of diet would make training them nasty work.” She notices him put his hand in his pocket and wonders what he’s getting into, but doesn’t say anything about it. If it was important she'd find out one way or the other. Hopefully Brent didn't turn out to be some Plasma goon sent to capture her or something. That's suck, she was growing quite fond of him. But if that was the case, surely he'd have tried something by now?

She looks around quickly, “Oh shit, are these all your patients? Didn’t know, sorry fam. I'll stop spilling trade secrets and stick with spilling sand then!” She’d found a mark. Some wailmer of a tourist who’d gotten way too much sunbathing in. As Brent returns fire with the sand some sand gets up her nose, “Ah, what the shit. Nice fuggin shot.” She blasts sand out of her nose and scoops up more into her shirt and runs over and dumps it on the lady. “Gottem, ha! She’s the pile-o-sand now!” Leleia runs off towards the water, dabbing wildly.

The, now sand covered, woman splutters, glaring after Leleia, but quickly turns on Brent, “You, sir need to keep a better eye on your child, that is no way for children to behave! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! She's going to grow up to be a criminal if that doesn't change!” If she was growing red in the face, it was very well concealed by her sunburn.

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Beach terrorism at its finest.


Brent Winters

[Brent Winters]

Brent smirked and continued walking- kid was fuckin nuts but hey. "Train them well enough and you don't have to worry about it. There are alternatives such as berries, not as good but it works." With that, he started to leave Loeleia to her own devices so he could get a surfboard for his size. Granted she was out causing chaos and he relatively ignored it, only glancing over to watch her dump sand on a lady and then run off... ah... she was dabbing. He tried not to snort again and turned back to the lady renting and holding boards until he was interrupted again. Ah yes- someone was already assuming she was his child. Easy assumption, granted he thought he still looked pretty young for his age. Damn near young enough to be mistaken for an older brother but- maybe he was a tad bit delusional. He'd re-evaluate without the input of an enraged woman. "Yes I'll get right to being ashamed of myself as a single man with no children over a child I apparently have." He spoke sarcastically, obviously. He could be charismatic and what not- but sometimes brutal honesty was good. "The assumption that she's my child isn't half as rude as the assumption she'll become a criminal. You know many neurodivergent children may act out in ways that seem brash, rude and downright obnoxious, but to them it's a normal tuesday. So this is me respectfully asking you to calm down and if you're that mad- well sand, thankfully, washes off last I checked madame." He'd rather defend the odd child that was drawn to him than this random woman on the beach- that damn much was for sure.

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[Leleia]

“Well, I never!” The woman blustered angrily, “Nobody in this region has any courtesy! My agent said this would be a nice vacation spot for this time of year, but they took my beloved Furffins at the dock and now THIS.” She scoffs at your comment, “Sand washes off, well that’s hardly the point, is it? And if you aren’t that little brat’s parent, where are they? They, very much, need to hear a piece of my mi-” a glob of sand hits her in the face.

“OMFA LADY, SHUT UP!” Leleia raises another fistful of sand, “I’ll fuggin hit ya again too! I’m A rUdE cRiMiNaL!”

The lady picks up her towel and stomps off, “You’ll hear from my lawyers about this!”

“I’m So AnGrY I’m GoNnA tHrEaTeN tO sUe A kId!”

Leleia mimics her stomping all the way over to Brent, then looks up at him with overly innocent eyes, “So what the fugg is a neurodivergent? Should I be worried, this is basically a normal day for me. It's not contagious is it?” She pauses for a moment, and then likely interrupts an explanation with, “Oh! That surfboard is adorbs!” and points to a board with a surfing dunsparce on it.

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Get bent lady. *dabs with airhorns in background*


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