[ Geth was pretty sure he knew what to expect leading up to all of this. He'd just taken a seat at the Scrying Pool to peer again into the past for answers, guidance, anything, and the experience of doing so isn't exactly new to him. He had felt a little more himself than he thought he would (despite being yet again in a human body rather than the familiar feline bulk of a charr), but beyond that everything else had seemed just about right for...well. This obviously isn't Tyria's past and hopefully it's also not its future. But even there he thought he knew what this would be. He's ventured through the stranger parts of the Mists before, after all, and while a brightly-colored semi-Canthan locale with some kind of strange music playing from out of nowhere while unattended children roam around taming magical beasts is definitely far beyond the scope of a very tired soldier's imagination, it's not too far for him to accept that this is something that might manifest in the realms that veil Tyria's reality from all the rest. ]
[ Especially considering that said veil was dragon food until very recently. ]
[ So he settled well enough into the assumption that he should conduct himself as an observer in a Fractal or something of that sort, where he doesn't exactly need to lean into the role he's positioned in, but it will certainly be easier for him if he plays along anyway. Even "Mom"'s strange behavior was fairly spot-on for the blind familiarity of a Mists echo, playing out interactions not originally intended for Geth himself but rather whoever's shoes he is filling here. With a little quick questioning with the obviously-not-lucid locals and some research on this datapad - "PokeGear", rather - he has figured things out pretty well for himself. The person he's supposed to be here is a novice breeder of some kind, so Geth has intuited that his primary objective is, of course, to find some beasts to breed. Lucky for him, apparently he doesn't need to exclusively hunt down these "Growlithes" that his role is apparently already designated to, just some creatures from the appropriate "egg group". ]
[ So he's captured some "Pokemon" with the provided tools and established himself a lean-to with a ramshackle pen included. It's far from ideal, but Gethen hasn't set foot on a Devourer farm for any actual husbandry work since before anyone even called him "Commander". ]
[ Anyway - all of this preamble is to say that he is here and more or less set up to carry out this task, but now he's left with a few questions that lurking on the Network has not answered for him. So he needs to ask them directly. The camera flicks on to show a stern-looking, well-muscled young man with an eyepatch over his right eye, his blonde hair cropped short and practical. A large old burn scar covers much of the right side of his face and stretches down under the collar of the new-looking (but already visibly damaged) leather armor he currently wears (which is itself dyed to match the blue, white, black, and gold of the Crystal Blooms). He's sitting in his makeshift tent, candlelight making his features look even sharper than they are in the gloom. ]
[ He stiffly clears his throat before speaking and briefly considers how to address whoever is watching. ]
Hello. [ The recordings he's seen were all pretty casual, so... ] I'm new to the...Pokemon breeding business, and it occurs to me I don't actually know what to do with the...uh...outcomes. It looks like a lot of people sell them, but I'm not sure which channels I should use for that. And if there's some outfit I should be supplying instead, I haven't found it yet.
2. Goldenrod
[ Fast-forward a few days. Geth has gone to sleep multiple times now and woken back up...still here. He's made successful egg sales, and he's still here. He's beginning to wonder if he's missing something here. It can't be that League challenge, can it? He very specifically arrived with a breeder's kit, and nothing has come along yet to prompt him to undertake it. ]
[ No, he's not going to try that yet, especially since it seems very time-consuming, much too long for scrying, even if it is undeniably scrying gone wrong. So this leaves...this Team Rocket. ]
[ Which means, however unfortunately, that he's going to need some battle-ready companions. So after even more time spent here training up his original Growlithe - who he has now dubbed Carnelian - he's ready to set out with her at his side, both of them on the lookout for anything suspicious that involving themselves in might do anything for quest progression here. ]
[ Which, incidentally, also involves bothering anybody and everybody for information. ]
Excuse me, have you seen anything suspicious happening around lately? I'm investigating Team Rocket.
[ Such is the question he has already asked several dozen times and will undoubtedly ask several dozen more before he gets anywhere. ]
3. Burned Tower
[ After enough time and a fair number of bruises and Pokemon Center visits, Geth has given up on going home the normal way. Which is...fine, actually, according to the people who are here in the same fashion that he is. He'd love to find some way to have a few strong words with this Arceus, but it seems that's about as likely to happen as him - or anyone, really - speaking with Kormir again. ]
[ Which means he's apparently relegated to...what? Rest and relaxation? Having no world-threatening crisis to busy him away from the mountain of traumas he's been accumulating for his entire life? ]
[ Apparently so. And that's what he ends up doing, traveling around at his own pace, breeding Pokemon to sell and building up some finances to hopefully get himself a permanent residence to operate this business he never asked for. He's even reconsidered his original decision on Gym challenges, though he has yet to actually go for one yet. All the Pokemon in his company still feel too soft for his liking. ]
[ ....And having flashbacks. Which is what's happening right now. He's stood out in front of the Burned tower, and in every blackened corner of it all he sees is fire. Not the fire he's learned to wield without fear after so long, nor the flames he had to weather to raise two young dragons to adulthood, but the ravaging blaze of war. ]
[ To any passerby there's not much to identify here, save for the fact he's hyperventilating and definitely not seeing the tower anymore. Carnelian is whining with worry and pawing at his leg, but it seems the Commander is deep, deep in the throes of traumatic memory here. ]
The Commander (Gethen Daybreak) | Guild Wars 2
[ Geth was pretty sure he knew what to expect leading up to all of this. He'd just taken a seat at the Scrying Pool to peer again into the past for answers, guidance, anything, and the experience of doing so isn't exactly new to him. He had felt a little more himself than he thought he would (despite being yet again in a human body rather than the familiar feline bulk of a charr), but beyond that everything else had seemed just about right for...well. This obviously isn't Tyria's past and hopefully it's also not its future. But even there he thought he knew what this would be. He's ventured through the stranger parts of the Mists before, after all, and while a brightly-colored semi-Canthan locale with some kind of strange music playing from out of nowhere while unattended children roam around taming magical beasts is definitely far beyond the scope of a very tired soldier's imagination, it's not too far for him to accept that this is something that might manifest in the realms that veil Tyria's reality from all the rest. ]
[ Especially considering that said veil was dragon food until very recently. ]
[ So he settled well enough into the assumption that he should conduct himself as an observer in a Fractal or something of that sort, where he doesn't exactly need to lean into the role he's positioned in, but it will certainly be easier for him if he plays along anyway. Even "Mom"'s strange behavior was fairly spot-on for the blind familiarity of a Mists echo, playing out interactions not originally intended for Geth himself but rather whoever's shoes he is filling here. With a little quick questioning with the obviously-not-lucid locals and some research on this datapad - "PokeGear", rather - he has figured things out pretty well for himself. The person he's supposed to be here is a novice breeder of some kind, so Geth has intuited that his primary objective is, of course, to find some beasts to breed. Lucky for him, apparently he doesn't need to exclusively hunt down these "Growlithes" that his role is apparently already designated to, just some creatures from the appropriate "egg group". ]
[ So he's captured some "Pokemon" with the provided tools and established himself a lean-to with a ramshackle pen included. It's far from ideal, but Gethen hasn't set foot on a Devourer farm for any actual husbandry work since before anyone even called him "Commander". ]
[ Anyway - all of this preamble is to say that he is here and more or less set up to carry out this task, but now he's left with a few questions that lurking on the Network has not answered for him. So he needs to ask them directly. The camera flicks on to show a stern-looking, well-muscled young man with an eyepatch over his right eye, his blonde hair cropped short and practical. A large old burn scar covers much of the right side of his face and stretches down under the collar of the new-looking (but already visibly damaged) leather armor he currently wears (which is itself dyed to match the blue, white, black, and gold of the Crystal Blooms). He's sitting in his makeshift tent, candlelight making his features look even sharper than they are in the gloom. ]
[ He stiffly clears his throat before speaking and briefly considers how to address whoever is watching. ]
Hello. [ The recordings he's seen were all pretty casual, so... ] I'm new to the...Pokemon breeding business, and it occurs to me I don't actually know what to do with the...uh...outcomes. It looks like a lot of people sell them, but I'm not sure which channels I should use for that. And if there's some outfit I should be supplying instead, I haven't found it yet.
2. Goldenrod
[ Fast-forward a few days. Geth has gone to sleep multiple times now and woken back up...still here. He's made successful egg sales, and he's still here. He's beginning to wonder if he's missing something here. It can't be that League challenge, can it? He very specifically arrived with a breeder's kit, and nothing has come along yet to prompt him to undertake it. ]
[ No, he's not going to try that yet, especially since it seems very time-consuming, much too long for scrying, even if it is undeniably scrying gone wrong. So this leaves...this Team Rocket. ]
[ Which means, however unfortunately, that he's going to need some battle-ready companions. So after even more time spent here training up his original Growlithe - who he has now dubbed Carnelian - he's ready to set out with her at his side, both of them on the lookout for anything suspicious that involving themselves in might do anything for quest progression here. ]
[ Which, incidentally, also involves bothering anybody and everybody for information. ]
Excuse me, have you seen anything suspicious happening around lately? I'm investigating Team Rocket.
[ Such is the question he has already asked several dozen times and will undoubtedly ask several dozen more before he gets anywhere. ]
3. Burned Tower
[ After enough time and a fair number of bruises and Pokemon Center visits, Geth has given up on going home the normal way. Which is...fine, actually, according to the people who are here in the same fashion that he is. He'd love to find some way to have a few strong words with this Arceus, but it seems that's about as likely to happen as him - or anyone, really - speaking with Kormir again. ]
[ Which means he's apparently relegated to...what? Rest and relaxation? Having no world-threatening crisis to busy him away from the mountain of traumas he's been accumulating for his entire life? ]
[ Apparently so. And that's what he ends up doing, traveling around at his own pace, breeding Pokemon to sell and building up some finances to hopefully get himself a permanent residence to operate this business he never asked for. He's even reconsidered his original decision on Gym challenges, though he has yet to actually go for one yet. All the Pokemon in his company still feel too soft for his liking. ]
[ ....And having flashbacks. Which is what's happening right now. He's stood out in front of the Burned tower, and in every blackened corner of it all he sees is fire. Not the fire he's learned to wield without fear after so long, nor the flames he had to weather to raise two young dragons to adulthood, but the ravaging blaze of war. ]
[ To any passerby there's not much to identify here, save for the fact he's hyperventilating and definitely not seeing the tower anymore. Carnelian is whining with worry and pawing at his leg, but it seems the Commander is deep, deep in the throes of traumatic memory here. ]