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[lyingheart]

[ She's watching him from peripheral vision as he responds; young looking, not too visibly far off from her own age. Has likewise encountered the same thing elsewhere. She considers asking about changes in background... music, she supposes it is, but then she's blinking and glancing down where he points.

Ah. She'd registered the scrape, even the slow drip, but it's both disappointing to realise she's not fully on whatever game she needs to be here, and disconcerting to realise she's... for lack of a better word, only human. No regenerating limbs for her these days. Hopefully no need for it, either.

She blinks and looks up to Hope again. It's not likely it'll be a cause for infection, but washing it out is wise regardless. ]

... If you don't mind lending it to me, I can take care of this.

[distantfuture]

[He nods and pulls his backpack forward, reaching in for the kit he had. Setting the backpack down, he unzipped the pouch to hand her a bandaid that should be large enough to go over the cut and some gauze and disinfectant to clean it with. Soap and water best, he knew, but they weren't exactly near any water.]

Here.

[He gave her some space, instead studying the ledge.]

I never found my way back up. I ended up just looking for a path around. There is usually one, I've found, so it's not prudent to get back up there aside from saving time. Still, it's frustrating to be unsure as to why this even happens. It's doesn't make any logical sense.

[lyingheart]

[ She watches him again from the corner of her eye, ostensibly studying the ledge, then the curve of the path. When he offers the first aid supplies, she accepts with a small nod of her head and a: ]

Thank you.

[ Before likewise moving even a bit further away; less from Hope, more because it gives her a more advantageous view of the path and a less visible position from above. With the way the land slopes, she's out of immediate sight from there, which suits her fine. Shorts are a joke of a kind, she supposes, but as she kneels and uses the disinfectant on the gauze to pat at the scrape and the line of blood down to the top of her sock, but so were white military pants. ]

Does it make any less logical sense than the fact people who aren't born to this world are here in the first place?

[ She uses the gauze to blot up some of the blood from her sock before tucking it into her palm and looking at the bandaid. She turns it over, noting the difference between one side and the two pieces of white on the back with a split in the middle. Using a nail to pull one white section back, she notes the gauze-like patch inside. Pulling off one white strip entirely reveals an adhesive back to the attachment surrounding the gauze; convenient, that.

It's telling that the bandaid takes longest to put on, with how efficient she'd been with the disinfectant and gauze, but once it's covering the worst of her scrape, she's bringing the disinfectant back to Hope and handing it over. ]

I don't need another path, or to save time. I suppose it's about understanding new restrictions... it's always easier to follow the path already laid out.

[ She says, looking toward the path, and talking about anything but the one they're standing on. ]

[distantfuture]

No, I suppose that isn't logical either.

[He conceded quite easily to her point, because it made sense. But he thought that, at least, the physics of climbing up a ledge would remain logical at the very least.

But he was also in a world where it had its out soundtrack. Somehow. He sighed a little, tilting his head as he studied the paths. Minccino came up to sit on his head again and Hope reached up to idly stratch at his back.]

Mm, I understand that. Better to study what's in front of you first and worry about the rest later.

[He took the items back, packing them up and shouldering the backpack once more.]

My name is Hope, by the way. Hope Estheim.

[lyingheart]

[ She's apparently without pokemon companion, at the moment keeping hers in ball. She's unsure how she feels about the fact of their existence; she'll continue to deal with that later, outside of the present moment. It makes it easier to adjust the strap of her own pack, a sharp slap of her hand against the side moderated to make little sound clearing off the dirt that lingers, and offer a name for a name. ]

Annie Leonhart. What are they?

[ She adds, nodding toward Hope's head and the Minccino perched there. No nice to meet you, no thank you again. They'd be empty words, and it's not socially necessary to speak them to avoid unpleasantness or sticking out too much in anyone's memory at the moment. ]

How long have you been here... on world, I guess.

[ If he's encountering things like the ledges and feeling they're relatively new, she'd guess it's a newer development for him, though it's not a guarantee. Easy enough to lie either way, though to what ends, and for what benefit? She doesn't know. ]

[distantfuture]

Hm? Oh, the Pokemon?

[Minccino waves with a sound.]

Creatures native to this world, I guess. It seems they also take the place of a lot of native wildlife that would otherwise just be normal animals on any other world, I guess. All of them you can capture and train or keep to do with what you will. If you were so inclined.

[He shook his head.]

A week or so, perhaps. I've simply asked around. I'm hoping to come across a library or a research facility at some point. To learn more.

[lyingheart]

Yes, the pokemon. What kind is it?

[ They really are far too self aware, more-so than most pets she's had brief contact with. More than the horses used in the military.

Which is one thing to keep observing, and another thing to swallow and internalise. She's working on it. She tips her head to the side, the slide of her bangs falling away from her eyes as he says what she already knows: she only seems to consider what he says last, lips tilting down. ]

Looking for public information from research facilities?

[ Libraries were one thing. Research facilities are something else altogether. ]

[distantfuture]

This one is a Minccino, known to be a Normal-type.

[It took a moment to work through why she frowned but he realized it soon enough and gave a small shrug and a thoughtful look.]

Academia was a place where information flowed freely from the research institute, the Academy. I am simply assuming that it would be the same here.

If not, well... Then I suppose the library would be my only option until I can determine any other places of information, schools aside.

[lyingheart]

[ She tips her head forward in a nod at his answer, filing away the information, as her dex doesn't have it. ]

Academia, you say?

[ She can see a certain sense in that, if only for what sounds like a fairly literal name and a society that supports what the name indicates. ]

It might be the same. My experiences where I'm from would say otherwise, but I don't know how information is traded here. Libraries at least usually hold on to public records that might have been forgotten, if research of that kind ends up useful.

[distantfuture]

[Welcome to Final Fantasy. Where things are named in the literal sense.]

Yes, that's how it used to be on my world but it changed and if it's even a little similar here, I would be able to rest easy.

[Still, a library would be the first to go. In any case.]

That's pretty much my goal right now. What about you, if you don't mind my asking?

[lyingheart]

[ Literal naming is convenient in that you'll always know what something's about, right?

It's a good question. What's her goal, here? She glances up, not quite skyward, since she won't fully take her eyes off him, but enough to show the bulk of her attention is again elsewhere, studying an atmosphere that has no answers for her, and never has. ]

I don't know. I want to say understanding what I can in order to dictate when I go home. Or be patient, and be sent back whenever I am.

[ She lifts her shoulders in a negligible shrug, one hand curling around the strap of her pack. There's only one other thing she can do to be still meeting her father's request. ]

Goals, then... Living. In whatever way's easiest, without being remarkable.

[ She's such an upper, really. ]