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[ferino]

[There are a few solid things about this world that Nicolas has declared as fact--the neighborhood trainers are pains in the ass, not enough places have nice showers, phones suck, and he's fucking lost. He looks annoyed at best when he finally works to turn on the gear, frowning at it.

Then there's just a few solid moments of him frowning, a Chatot perched on his shoulder chirping away, as he tries to work it. He just looks confused.

And then abruptly, the image disappears. (He finally figured out how to text. Yippee.)]

how do you leave tihs place?

i have
things to do
at home

where the exit
?

who's bird is this
it wild?

[It looks terrible. But you know what? Typing is enough of a pain. But to Nic, it'll do.

For anyone in New Bark Town, he stands there, staring with a dull look at the gear. It's a little odd, this tall, with a tiny kid's backpack on one shoulder. He feels almost like a dad being here... looking around as if trying to decide where to go first.]

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[fatalissimo]

[...Well, at least it's to the point.

And you know what, she'll leave off the obnoxious neon font today, buddy, just for you.]

No one's figured out how to leave yet, and if you're looking for a bright red exit sign at the end of the tunnel we haven't found one.

And I'm pretty sure we've all got stuff to do, so join the club.

Bird's yours, though. Not wild. It'll follow you around if you try to ditch it.

[ferino]

[Thanks for the easy-on-the-eyes gibberish talk, kid. It takes a while for Nic to reply, as he spends a few minutes just... rereading. And he promptly feels a need to punch Worick; whether he caused it or not it would at least make him feel better.]

so what am i suposed to do now? why is anyone here??

[fatalissimo]

[Hey, there are times for pink font and then there are times when people just kind of wander in from nowhere, so.]

Figure that last one out and I'm pretty sure half the people here will want to kiss you. We've got no damn idea.

I mean, hey, at least we're all in this together. Or something stupid like that.

[ferino]

[Ah, so the newbie special. Nice, nice.]

then what do we do here?

is the bird food

[fatalissimo]

[...dude.]

Try it if you want, but that bird can probably kick your ass.

You know Pokémon at all? Go catch monsters and raise 'em into your own little team of best friends and/or asskicking squad, also supposedly go on an adventure or something. Pretty sure the games had everyone trying to beat the bad guys, but they don't show themselves too much around here nowadays.

So just...raise your bird and use it to catch other stuff, I guess. Have fun wandering through the woods for days. Touch some grass if you haven't done that lately?

[ferino]

[Poke-a-what.]

what? but its just a bird

Are there bad guys here? that we fight with these things??

whats wrong with the grass

youve been here a long time right

Action!

[yanginthere]

[ There's another trainer nearby that looks like she belongs here, save for maybe her badass aviator sunglasses. Not exactly something common around these parts. She stops nearby and gives the man a once-over and deciding that, yep, he's got to be in the same boat she is. ]

Looks like I'm not the only one new in town today. [ She gives him an easy smile at the small joke. The Growlithe prowling around her feet stops to glare up at the stranger, posed as if on the defensive. Yang notices this and looks down. ]

Hey c'mon, fella. Don't be rowdy.

Action!

[ferino]

[...is she a native? He takes in her weird dress with a raise of the eyebrow, though he's quick to catch when her lips begin moving. Another newcomer?

Well. Alright then. He barely blinks at the defensive Growlithe, not the least bit bothered by it, though the Chatot on his shoulders is puffing up, ready to fight back. Nic ignores that too. Instead, he lifts a hand... then realizes, if she's speaking to him, he probably can't sign at her. Annoying. When he does address her, his speech is rough and broken, but still understandable.]

New here too?

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[yanginthere]

[ There's something odd about the guy, but she just chalks it up to either not getting enough sleep, or disorientation like she experienced. Everyone's got to deal with this their own way.

Plus her attention is momentarily focused on that bird because she really would prefer not to have a battle. She wouldn't even know where to start with that. She could just put the Growlithe back in its ball but — well, that was weird, too.

Yang just picks up her canine companion and strokes its chest fur to soothe it. ] Yep! Just woke up a few hours ago. Trying to figure out where here is, and how to leave.

[ferino]

[Nicolas nods slowly, soaking in her words for a moment before he takes a glance around the area. She must've woken up around here too... Not that there are many houses. And the one he came out was locked.

Even more strange.]

Someone... says... we're stahk here.

[And with that, he points down to her dog, careful to keep his fingers a few inches away. Does it bite? It looks like it does.]

Does it fight?

[yanginthere]

[ The dog pokemon seems to be distracted by Yang's affections, but does eye that hand warily. There are no sudden movements to react to which is good. ]

Huh? Oh. Probably! [ Not the most reassuring of answers. ] I mean — not unless I tell him to. You don't have to worry about it.

I'm still trying to figure this whole thing out but from what I read he's going to be going with me cross-country to battle others just like him? [ A pause, Yang makes a face. ] Yeah. It's just as odd as I made it sound.

[ferino]

[Well, that works. It seems calm, despite being strange, and Nicolas accepts it for what it is. He's seen some weird things, he can try to just deal with them.

His eyes dart back to her, and there's just a sigh.]

Well.... no use stayin' here. [He points to the trail.] They said try the gurass. Fightin' and... campin'? Bullshit like that.

[foolishwren]

1. you don't.

2. nowhere

3. it's yours


welcome to johto

[ferino]

what the fuck

who's responsible?

[foolishwren]

as far as I can tell, a celestial llama who can make flower foxes rain from the sky

as much as it sounds like it, I'm not joking

anyway you might be here for awhile

sorry

[ferino]

what

are you a tweeker

[foolishwren]

HAHA

sorry, but no.

my brother's a stoner.

does that count?

[ferino]

ha ha ha

dont pick up his habits

tell me about this llama

[ojamameansfamily]

We've all got shit to do at home, doesn't mean anyone's figured out how to get back.

It sucks.

[ferino]

so were here for nothing??

fucking great

[ladywithnovoice]

I can tell you more about the bird, if you send me a picture. There are a lot of different ones here.

[video]

[ferino]

[A picture? It takes him a while to switch to video, and there's a fun little display of him trying to quietly shake at his shoulder until the little bird wakes up. She flutters her wings and squeaks out her name a little, but she's awake. Nicolas uses his free hand and just points with a grunt. There, this bird.]

[video]

[ladywithnovoice]

[In response, Red turns on her own camera. A Chatot of her own is perched on her shoulder as well, and a Gardevoir stands patiently behind her. Immediately, the Chatot gives a small musical trill and starts to speak in a robotic feminine voice.]

Chatot, the Music Note Pokemon. Its tongue is just like a human's. As a result, it can cleverly mimic human speech. It mimics the cries of other Pokémon to trick them into thinking it's one of them. This way they won't attack it.

[video]

[ferino]

[Oh... this is bad. The moment he sees the bird trying to talk--and it excites his own, which is immediately trying to mimic the one on the screen--he just blinks.

...And then slowly shakes his head. Then, upon looking at the device.... can't figure out how to turn it back to text. Well. Fuck.]

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[<small>Oh... this is bad. The moment he sees the bird trying to talk--and it excites his own, which is immediately trying to mimic the one on the screen--he just blinks.

...And then slowly shakes his head. Then, upon looking at the device.... can't figure out how to turn it back to text. Well. Fuck.</small>]

<i<>Sorry</i>. Can you write that out?

[video]

[ladywithnovoice]

[Oh-! Flapping her hand to hush the talkative bird, Red ducks out of the frame for a moment before picking up a notepad and pen. With her handwriting a bit messy, she holds it up to the screen- more or less everything her Chatot just babbled out.]

[Hopefully that's good enough.]