ohmyarceus | January - February Test drive

Ahhh, yeah, that's the really big concern!

( she's going to get so sick and that is terrifying! she hates it! )

The pokémon- they fight, right? Is that really safe?

( KID WE'RE BOTH IN SHORTS AND WE'RE BOTH FREEZING, THE SNOW IS SO HIGH-

she doesn't move from her position, though. )

My name's Saki. And this lil guy doesn't have a name yet, but they just kinda... float around?

( the minior is indeed just kinda floating around. saki frowns though- at least she's got a sweater... oh! )

It isn't much, but I think I saw another jacket in my backpack. Do you want to use it?

You were!!

[she yells that straight into the audio receptor of the Gear. sounding more childish than the literal child on the other end of the line.]

I expected you to play fair. It wasn't like I was teaming up with them...everything I did, I did on my own.

[because she wanted to. not because she was being told...at least, that's what she's convinced herself. the urge to find him and to get him is what she wanted to do.

the fact that her mind feels more clear than ever before barely phases her, mainly because she's still feeling on edge from being blinded.]

You can't survive on your own.

[Gregory watches Boober warily, though mostly he's got his eyes on his Swablu to make sure it doesn't come any closer. His Teddiursa thankfully seems to be doing a decent enough job of that, having sort-of koala'd himself around Gregory's neck to keep himself front and center in the event that the other Pokemon decides it wants to battle.

The boy of course doesn't know about any of this, at least not yet. He's mostly concerned with the adult in front of him, and the only reason he hasn't kept running is because Boober hasn't come any closer.]

Then...then tell me who you are. And where DID you come from?

[...

The silence that follows is a little stifling as Gregory shares an uncertain glance with his Teddiursa, as if the Pokemon would know better than he as to whether or not she should be trusted. In the end, since Gregory has realized quickly that these Pokemon can't speak, he decides he'll have to answer for himself.]

...you're not trying to trick me, are you?

How is a giant robot with sharp teeth and claws going up against a kid at all fair?

[In Gregory's mind, it's ONLY fair if he works with Freddy. At least then he's got a fighting chance, and a viable means of getting around the facility without immediately being discovered. Roxy should be glad he can't stun her with his camera or fazerblaster anymore. Not that...being blind is a superior alternative...

He clicks his tongue, unbothered by the way Roxy yells at him like it's his fault she's gotten into the situation she's in (it is his fault, at least partially). Does he feel bad about taking her eyes? Well...yeah, to a degree. He doesn't feel bad about defending himself, nor does he regret doing it. But he wouldn't have if he didn't feel forced to.]

Okay, if you're doing all of this on your own- what exactly are you planning to do with me when you catch me, huh?

A tea cup Pokemon?

Ah- Hello Lorenz. I will be happy to oblige you with some tea and food as soon as you get to the house.

I presume Claude will be coming to collect you?

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No.

[He doesn't hesitate at all.]

When they get hurt, though, the doctors here can do a lot to help. And that's good, because Pokemon mostly seem to want to fight.

[He follows Gregory's line of sight to Swablu. He can't blame the child; Swablu endeared herself to Boober quickly but he'd been wary of her at first, too. He'd get out her Pokeball to recall her, but he has a feeling he shouldn't make any sudden movements.]

Oh, of course. Sorry. My name is Boober, and I come from a place called Fraggle Rock. It's a system of caves.

[GAAAAAAAAAASP]

Your divine compatriot goes yet anonymous?! No, such a thing shall never do! A name is far too sacred of a thing for one so precious to go without. [For someone who named her Cleffa, uh, that bullshit, she is SERIOUS AS A GRAVE right now.] But! [POSE, she's still posing, god help us] That is not to say the matter ought be rushed! No, this creature is to be among your sworn allies in our [OUR?] divine mission; a name which suits its splendor is a necessity.

Edited (mild wording adjustment. maximum unnecessary drama) 2022-01-02 21:56 (UTC)

What? No, never! I just don't want you to get sick... But I don't have a lot I can offer.

( a situation both of them likely realize- so she'll keep her knit sweater because it's actually hers, for real, and give him her cotton jacket, and they'll both run around the town in shorts like a couple of white teenage boys or something until they freeze. it'll be great. )

...Oh- well--

( THAT SURE IS A WAY TO BREAK THE ICE, I GUESS? he's terribly blunt, isn't he? ... maybe he's just as lost and scared too. but... jeeze, if not for the minior gently bumping against her, that'd really freak her out! )

They're really smart, aren't they? I've seen things on the network- I-I think I saw a video about a big purple rat playing VR games even. So... if they want to...

[Not making an aggressive move at least lets him keep calm enough to not flinch at that question. But he lowers his gaze, something sad but resigned in his expression. He nods to himself a little, hands going back to curl around his tea cup, savoring it's warmth for a moment.]

A well placed ballista bolt.

[A half hearted shrug of one, now heavily scarred, shoulder. Then he sighs softly, lips curving in a wry sort of smile.]

I've no magic of my own here, Felix, there's no need for you to linger at such a distance. Please. Come sit down.

[No sense in having this conversation over such a distance and Lorenz is nothing if not polite to a fault.]

Professor...

[For a moment he looks... positively heart broken and then Byleth's actual words come seem to register and he just blinks at the camera in confusion.]

..... Collect.... me....?

I don't believe anyone has made any plans to ah- "collect me" to anywhere, Professor.

[Gregory sort of looks at Boober for a long moment, blinking slowly.]

Pffft.

[Then he snorts, unable to help himself.]

No way that's your real name.

[STARING...

But Gregory is cold. And he knows just how miserable it can be, being at the mercy of the elements, near freezing to death but having literally nothing else to your name to keep you covered...

He should be thankful she's offering him this, and he isn't having to already resort to stealing it for himself.

So after a terse moment, Gregory steps out from behind the tree, showing off just how scruffy he looks. His clothing is stained (with...oil?), he has bandages on his face and knee, and he keeps tapping at a watch on his wrist nervously that doesn't seem to respond to his inputs. He will make his way over though, taking the jacket after sizing her up like he expects to be grabbed the moment he reaches out.]

...thanks. I'm......Gregory.

Ugh, that doesn't tell me anything useful. A ballista bolt on which side? In what battle? People here from the same world don't always remember events happening the same way.

[Felix does, at least, seem unsurprised to hear that Lorenz died. But he could have died in any number of scenarios.

He sneers.]

You think I'd be afraid of your magic even if you could wield it? Don't flatter yourself, Gloucester. I have no desire to sit and have tea with a traitor.

[ There is nothing wrong with this glorious creature. It is perfection embodied and she will hear not criticisms. What he does suggest, however, lights her eyes with stars galore. ]

I could make more of them? [ She doesn't hear the second part, thankfully, too enraptured with the idea of doofy pink baby Slowpokes. ] This is the best day of my life, I'm pretty sure. I may have found my calling.

Slow...poke?

[ Whether she's serious or not, the woman straightens up and looks up because, woah, okay. Tall. The Snom attached to her shoulder at this point also peers up at him curiously. ] Thanks for the suggestion, dude.

[ Oh, right- While the people here hadn't batted an eye at her slang, she supposes other off-worlders might not be as familiar. ] Just a casual way of addressing someone. You're dude, Snom's dude, and so on.

[ He is very good, she would say. Granted, she couldn't even come up with a name so the bar is set pretty low. ]

Oh, yeah? Good that you got friends from home. [ Rose doesn't expect to meet anyone she knows; of course, if what happened before she woke up here wasn't just an awful nightmare... That's probably for the best.

At the question, Rose pokes the tender part of her Snom. It gives a startled noise and wiggles against her shoulder with eyes shut. ] That part is. The ice though... It's like a little shell, almost? That's not. It's just cold and spiky.

[ Haha, aw, look at that thing. It looks like a little circus seal. Rose finds herself smiling without really recognizing that she is. That seems to be happening a lot here already. ]

Hey, that's still something! Inspiration from home. Maybe I could name mine after some famous musicians... [ Of course, 'famous' may be subjective. The idea of a Pokemon going by the name of 'Snoop Dogg' though is amazing. ] But more common names might not be a bad place to start either.

[ Nua... Hm. Rose is still getting used to the idea of people here being from all different realities. Hers was technically made up of three - or four, depending on who you asked - 'worlds.' But they were more like adjacent planes of existence tethered to the same planet. ]

I haven't, but that sounds friggin' adorable. A lot of these things are. [ Granted, that seems to be subjective. While she finds these empty-headed Slowpokes cute as can be, someone else might not. ]

If you're sure, [ she says, extending a hand to grab hers for a shake. Snom begins to squirm down her arm as if to meet Rainer's hand, too, curiously. ] But nice to meet you, Rainer. I'm Rose. Just got here myself not too long ago.

[ If Rose opened up about that system of adjacent planes, she might find that Rainer understands more than she would expect. But, alas, some things remain just narration for now. ]

Nice to meet you too, Rose! [ She shakes Rose's hand, then turns her hand palm up for the little Snom to creep into it, should it choose to. ] Is this your first Pokemon? We all start with one when we wake up here.

[He's still trying to process just what the implications of that first bit are. People don't remember events happening the same way? What?

But before he can come up with an explanation or any further questions Felix is spitting venom and Lorenz' expression sharpens, hurt and angry in an instance.]

Don't talk about things you don't understand, Fraldarius. You'll only make a fool of yourself.

[Should he even try to explain? What he remembers or why Felix is wrong on so many fronts in one foul sentence?]

A breeder? [She HMMMMMMs with great purpose and curiosity, thinking very hard about what this could mean.] So you take responsibility for bringing more of this land's splendid creatures under its watchful sky? [leeeeaning in, with that same DEEPLY INVESTIGATORY HMMMMMMMMM-ING] And what sorts of insects reside in such a place as this?

—Celadon!

[Promptly distracted from her current state of absolute terror, Lulu sprints over to meet Celadon where she's appeared, crying,] Fortune has truly smiled upon us, that we may exist together in this very plane under the glorious moon's same shining phase!

[She grips one of Celadon's hands, shifting the aforementioned Artemis et cetera into one arm so she can do so, and steps back as Celadon addresses the Gastly.]

What's that? You call this wayward soul a friend? [She turns to the Gastly, which seems less amused now that Lulu isn't pitching glitter into its face in a panic.] Have I misjudged its purpose?

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