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ohmyarceus2022-01-01 02:38 pm
[The video feed is horribly off center at first and the very purple man on the screen is looking awkwardly at his buttons more than the camera itself. Still, he certainly seems chipper if a bit technologically challenged.]
Good Day! I am Lorenz Hellman Gloucester and I was rather wondering if anyone had recommendations for the best place to find a proper tea.
[There's the gentle tinkle of tapping on china and a rather grumpy looking sinistea floats into view, first glaring at Lorenz and then turning to roll it's eyes at the camera.]
I didn't mean it as a slight against you, my dear, merely-
[The sinistea rounds on him, wobbling in the air with frustration before the spirit within bursts from the top of the cup with a snarl (how does one make the word tea sound so ominous?) and Lorenz drops his phone with an indignant little squawk, the clatter of the fall cutting the feed.]
Flames!
[It's all a bit of a whirlwind when one isn't expecting to wake up in the first place. Lorenz finds himself drawn to the docks, standing beside the railing looking out over the water as the early morning begins to brighten to full light. The breeze, the salt on the air, it all reminds him of Derdriu and... isn't that a bittersweet memory to come to mind?
For now he stands quietly, thoughtful and curious, fingers trailing over the edges of his pokégear. He has a lot of information to process and a short amount of time to do it. He can't stay here all morning but-
One hand comes up to press over his heart, rubbing lightly at his shoulder, at the thick knot of scar tissue that now rests beneath his violet suit. For as reserved as he is this early morning, however, he does cut a striking figure given his height and dressed as he is in a swallowtail suit in vibrant purple, a rose pinned to his jacket.]
[By the time Lorenz arrives at Violet City, somewhere he's been assured will offer the very best tea, he's at least a little more comfortable with everything. Oh and Violet City speaks to him on so many levels. Seated outside one of the patisseries with a delicate little cake and.... two? cups of tea?
Ah but he seems to be speaking to one of them, the fine detail work of the teacup he's drinking from intentionally meant to be a similar pattern to the lovely print of the china housing his new friend. The sinistea hops a little closer, watching curiously as he stirs sugar into his actual tea. Two passes of the spoon and then it blinks rapidly and sticks it's tongue out at the other cup, clearly disapproving of the amount of sugar he's added to his tea.
Which only makes Lorenz laugh, a bit more genuine than the haughty courtly laugh he tends to favor.]
Oh not you too. There's nothing wrong with preferring a sweeter blend.
[He glances around, seeking out another to defend his position on sweet tea, smiling at whoever is unfortunate enough to catch his eye.]
Surely you agree?
[Grumpy is his middle name. He's the epitome if it. Iwaizumi does not look happy.
He's sat at the base of a tree, not looking at the screen but somewhere above it and to the left. He looks like he wants to say something, he's chewing on his words. What he'd really doing is trying to find a polite way of saying what he wants to say and is doing his best to mentally remove all the expletives out of it.]
How... do I leave here...? Without getting attacked by... creatures?
[Waking up in a strange bed to a strange woman fussing at him was one thing. Being immediately thrown out on his ass with a bag and barely a 'see you later' was a whole other.
Now he stood in front of a road, the sign read Route 29, but Iwaizumi was eyeing it with some suspicion. In fact he was eyeing everything with suspicion. This wasn't home. This was just a bad dream and he had to find a way out.]
... But is this the way out though?
( Staring blankly into the camera is a thin, colorfully-dressed woman. Her short, white hair is askew and her cheerful demeanor is nowhere in sight. )
So this is what the end is like.
If I'm here, in this body, it means Gregory finally won.
...
Isn't that fun?
( Piplup, clearly not liking whatever trance its owner is in, gives Chica a few pushes. If that doesn't work, Piplup isn't above a good ol' fashioned drill beak to snap Chica back to the real world.
Chica, in turn, scoops Piplup and sends it in her lap. )
Don't worry, Piplup. We'll find Gregory.
And when we do, we'll take back what's ours.
...
Has anyone seen a little boy?
( Contrasting her first, rather disturbing network, the one that follows a few days later couldn't be more opposite. Chica is lying on her stomach facing her Piplup, arms folded under her head, while her Piplup mirrors her, lying on it's belly as well. They both seem to be in some kind of stare-down, though the corners of Chica's mouth waver in what looks like a smile. )
Piplup?
Piplup?
Piplup.
Piplup.
Piplup!
Piplup!
Piplup-lup-lup!
Piplup! Pippluppp!
( It eventually dissolves into them both sounding like this, going back and forth before Chica turns to the camera, a playfully exasperated look on her face, while Piplup does the same. )
Can anyone translate?
( Chica's never been on a boat before. Up until now, she's never even been outside before. The boat, for some reason, some particularly exciting to her. She can't wait to explore the open ocean, feel the wind through her hair, taste the salt in the air—
Wait, this place costs money? But the only money Chica knows of comes in the form of Pizza Passes and Daycare Slips! )
Excuse me! I don't have any money, but I can play the guitar! ( Which she also doesn't have... Yeah, no, the dock-workers aren't accepting that one. It's pay the fee or find some other way out of town. )
Aw, shucks.
...
Hey, hey! Can you sing? ( She's talking to you, dear stranger. ) If we sing together, maybe they'll let us through. There's nothing that music can't solve!
[ Corrin was sat at one of the outdoor booths at Olivine Café, his cheeks stained red with embarrassment at the scene unfurling in front of him. His Ponyta was being unbelievably fussy about the meal he had provided. Due to the unfortunate event that they were sold out of his Ponyta's favourite food, Berry Pie, Corrin had to face a very visibly angry pastel equine sat at his table. The novice trainer may have made the error of promising his Ponyta a delectable slice, only for them to arrive with none in stock. The waitress very kindly offered a dessert sample platter to Corrin's Pokémon, but the horse was in no mood for anything that wasn't pie, scowling mercilessly at Corrin. ]
So, you won't eat this cake.... What about this one?
[ The Ponyta shakes its head. ]
This one?
[ The Ponyta shook its head again, its horn glowing a threatening purple aura. ]
Maybe -- [ And then Ponyta used psychic to toss the snacks off their table into the sea. ]
[ As dusk veiled across the sky devouring the remnants of the sun's glowing light in a shroud of darkness, Corrin was making his way through the tail end of Ilex forest on his Galarian Ponyta's back, keenly aware of the anxiety his companion Pokémon was feeling from how tense its muscles were with every quickened step. While Corrin was in no particular rush to get to Goldenrod, his Ponyta had other plans: the disgruntled little horse had quite enough of battles from being ambushed by one too many rude Pokémon, and was beyond eager to make a break for it.
Corrin gave the small equine a reassuring pat, fingertips soothingly scratching against his Galarian Ponyta's pearlescent short piled coat. ]
It's okay. I'm here. We're almost out, see? There's nothing to be afraid of...
[ But horses will be horses. Faster than a human could blink, Corrin's Ponyta spooks at a branch snapping nearby and rears up, sending Corrin flying through the air and tumbling straight into a thorn bush. He yelps in pain and can only watch helplessly as his Pokémon gallops off as a faint glow of pastel light, darting off into the distance as the disheveled trainer attempts to stumble after it. ]
Wait--! Ponyta!!
[What a curious thing. She's stood for a great deal of time at the docks, watching the ships come and go, listening to the ripple of the water, piecing together what information she's been able to acquire so far. It is not nearly as much as she would be comfortable possessing, but from an immediate assessment, it isn't a place filled with malevolence. Even without those who would otherwise protect her, Rhea feels that she is, at least for the moment, safe.
Beside her stands a ralts. Patient and imploring. It doesn't speak, though since she's come to, it's been there and it has yet to leave her side. There don't appear to be other ones either. In consequence, Rhea can only come to assume that it did not come with others. Merely on its own.
As she bends down as carefully as she can, she offers over a hand, slender fingers outstretched with care.]
You must be on your own here, as well. Perhaps you realised that I too came alone [With a soft smile, kind, patient, and understanding, she dips her chin ever in slight, as if in a silent acknowledgement, though she has no real way to know if that is, indeed, the way of it.]
Well, then. If the two of us remain together, neither of us will be alone.
[It doesn't provide her with response. Even so, Rhea's gaze exchanges between the ships and the opposing signs that indicate the road out of New Bark Town.]
Now then, which way do you think we ought to go...?
[Admittedly, it loses a bit of its enigmatic wonder when groups of tourists are being led around. The history of the area seems to be largely based on local folklore, though given the lack of familiarity she has to the area, Rhea finds most of it very fantastical. In some ways, however, the ruins do make her think of Fódlan and its own collection of mysteries.
Well. Mysteries perhaps to others. To her...
The scattered voices of some of the other tourists catches her attention and for several long moments, she watches the group as they're led off to the next section and another chapter of fantastical story that Rhea has yet to determine truth or falsehood. She'll follow along in due time, but she suspects they will not miss her for too terribly long.]
Let us take a closer look at things.
[For it's riddled with history and there is likely much to learn. Sometimes one can only figure those out without a collective of voices around. And at the very least, she can treat it as an adventure she otherwise would not be in place to indulge in.]
[The video feed is awkward at best. Rhea barely has the most minimal knowledge of the features and much of that responsibility has been passed onto her ralts who is attempting to properly prop it up. The initial feed only shows the details of her ornate wear.]
Up a little more... Just a bit, I think.
[She addresses her ralts kindly, and eventually the feed finds her face and the gentle curve of her mouth.]
There we are. Thank you.
[The feed doesn't show it, but she's extending a hand for her ralts to approach her. She likely has the intentions to pick it up and hold it. Turning her attention onto the feed, she begins with a quiet disposition.]
I believe in passing, I may have heard something about contests. I would be most interested in hearing more, if anyone has information.
[Not because she wants to be involved. Only because it simply sounds interesting.]
[If none of the above strike your fancy, we can do something different. Please feel free to discuss something with me here or send me a private message.]
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