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[N wasn't entirely sure what to expect of Nuvema. It was a town he'd never visited himself... though perhaps he flew over it during his attempted escape from Unova, unbeknownst of its presence. But while he knew little of it himself, there was much that he could attach to it. It was the hometown of those trainers... the ones that were simultaneously his enemies and the objects of much fascination, the ones that first convinced him of the kindness of trainers he had thought untrue.
And the one that had torn away his false crown, cut through his convictions, defeated him... and set him free.
As N sets foot in the town, one question fills his mind amongst the flood of memories: How did such a hero live? What conditions created that person? The aura he can read from Nuvema is one of peace, acceptance, and encouragement. There are no luxurious trappings as he had experienced... He supposes he should have expected that at least. It made sense. Of course the true hero would have humble beginnings.
His eyes wander, over lawns, over neutral faces of bystanders (a flicker of panic here; he almost assumes someone-- a vigilante-- will recognize him and lash out in revenge, but no one does, and he dares to relax), over houses. He wonders which house belonged to that trainer, but he can't be sure. Their parents, their living conditions, what are they like? Surely, much different than his own... Are their parents at home, anxiously waiting the child's return? Or maybe they're not anxious at all, assured by their pride in the hero. A part of him desperately wants to find the hero's house for some unfathomable reason.
But that's not his place. He has no place here at all, really. He shouldn't get involved any further. He'll only make things worse. A false hero, he brings ruin. He should have learned that already. Even Reshiram-- the Pokemon that chose him as a hero, bonded with him-- has left him... He should just run away and find his purpose elsewhere-- Why couldn't they just let him disappear in peace? He swallows thickly, suddenly overcome with a powerful emotion he can't quite place. Envy? Regret? Loneliness? Anger? Maybe all the above. Zorua gives a little concerned whine from her perch on his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek.
"You okay, N?"]
... Yes. ["You sure? 'Cause you don't really look okay, y'know."] ... Of course. I'm-- [A small, choked laugh.] --being foolish... Don't worry yourself with me, friend. [Zorua's ears pin back and she looks at him sternly. He smiles weakly.] What?
[The fox Pokemon gives a little snort and slinks from his right shoulder to his left. Pokemon are empathic; she can sense the conflict in him, and he knows it. "Fine," she says, sounding mildly irritated with his stubborn facade. "Wallow in... whatever you're wallowing in. But remember we've got a company to keep an eye on, got it?"
He nods. Dragonite... and the others. Yes, it's his job to keep an eye out for them and educate them in the ways of this world. And what a handful to take care of... Where is that hero when N needs them again...? No. No, he shouldn't rely on them. He nods again, and Zorua's voice softens.
"I dunno what you're thinkin' about, N, but y'know, if you wanna talk about it... I said I was your partner for a reason!"]
I do not want to talk about it... There are more important things than dwelling on the past. I must concern myself with the present.
["N..."]
Thank you, Zorua. That will be... quite enough. [With a huff, Zorua moves to his other shoulder and, as if out of spite, shrouds herself in an illusion, taking on the form of a Shinx-- Nepeta's Shinx. She turns away, and N looks at her apologetically before turning to the device on his arm.]
[N starts the video with a stern gaze into the screen, expression steeled-- all business. The facade comes naturally after years of practice. A Shinx slinks back and forth on his shoulders as he clears his throat and begins to speak. His words are clear and certain, but startlingly fast. He doesn't seem to notice it; apparently, he talks at this quick pace all the time.]
I suppose you all have Xtransceivers, correct? So that means the majority of you will be able to hear me. I advise that you listen, and listen well.
My name is N, and I am a... resident of this region. Unova was once my home, and most of you are only visitors here. I am only aware of a small fraction of the unimaginable worlds you hail from, but you are here now, and you must be aware of how best to treat it and your new companions.
It seems that most of you have left the Entralink, correct? So you are either here, in Nuvema Town, or in Nimbasa City. Either way, be wary of wild Pokemon. They tend to hide in the tall grass, and can be territorial and aggressive. Many are liable to attack you. You must be prepared to face them, and protect yourself and your own Pokemon from them. I'm sure you will learn this quickly enough.
Time is an ever-present force, and it would be wise to also prepare for weather changes, seasonal courses... [Speaking of which, he doesn't look fazed by the winter cold at all, even if his clothes look pretty thin...] Stock up on supplies when you can. I believe Pokemarts will be very helpful to you on your journeys.
Most important-- above all else-- treat your Pokemon with kindness and respect. If you dare to hurt or mistreat them in any way... you shall not be forgiven. Those of you that I have met seem trustworthy enough to do that, but I cannot speak for the rest of you. I can hear their voices, you see-- understand their speech. However, even if you cannot... I'm sure there is a way you can get a gist of their needs, even without understanding every word they say.
[Abruptly, his expression softens. He looks almost forlorn.] If any of you have inquiries, do not hesitate to contact me. No question is too trivial. I am aware that this change in scenery is... startling to most of you, but do not fear. Tread with courage and compassion in your heart, and you will find this world has... many things to offer you, even if your time here is temporary. [He manages a smile.]
... The best of luck to you on whatever goals you choose to aim for. [He pauses for a moment.]
And Dragonite, if you can hear this too... You said you wanted me to teach you what I know... So, perhaps you'd like to come along with me? If you wish to do so, I will be waiting in Nuvema for you. Feel free to take your time, however. I am... not in any rush.
[With that, he cuts the feed.]
((OoC: N dons his exposition cap! THIS IS HOW HE SAYS HELLO, APPARENTLY. This can count as both a character and world intro, I guess. Ask any questions that have your character confused, or just say hi, what have you. Feel free to either respond to N's video or catch him meandering about Nuvema, internally angsting.
Also sorry 'bout dat TL;DR I tend to do that with inner monologue whoops slkdfjkljsd feel free to skip it.))
And the one that had torn away his false crown, cut through his convictions, defeated him... and set him free.
As N sets foot in the town, one question fills his mind amongst the flood of memories: How did such a hero live? What conditions created that person? The aura he can read from Nuvema is one of peace, acceptance, and encouragement. There are no luxurious trappings as he had experienced... He supposes he should have expected that at least. It made sense. Of course the true hero would have humble beginnings.
His eyes wander, over lawns, over neutral faces of bystanders (a flicker of panic here; he almost assumes someone-- a vigilante-- will recognize him and lash out in revenge, but no one does, and he dares to relax), over houses. He wonders which house belonged to that trainer, but he can't be sure. Their parents, their living conditions, what are they like? Surely, much different than his own... Are their parents at home, anxiously waiting the child's return? Or maybe they're not anxious at all, assured by their pride in the hero. A part of him desperately wants to find the hero's house for some unfathomable reason.
But that's not his place. He has no place here at all, really. He shouldn't get involved any further. He'll only make things worse. A false hero, he brings ruin. He should have learned that already. Even Reshiram-- the Pokemon that chose him as a hero, bonded with him-- has left him... He should just run away and find his purpose elsewhere-- Why couldn't they just let him disappear in peace? He swallows thickly, suddenly overcome with a powerful emotion he can't quite place. Envy? Regret? Loneliness? Anger? Maybe all the above. Zorua gives a little concerned whine from her perch on his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek.
"You okay, N?"]
... Yes. ["You sure? 'Cause you don't really look okay, y'know."] ... Of course. I'm-- [A small, choked laugh.] --being foolish... Don't worry yourself with me, friend. [Zorua's ears pin back and she looks at him sternly. He smiles weakly.] What?
[The fox Pokemon gives a little snort and slinks from his right shoulder to his left. Pokemon are empathic; she can sense the conflict in him, and he knows it. "Fine," she says, sounding mildly irritated with his stubborn facade. "Wallow in... whatever you're wallowing in. But remember we've got a company to keep an eye on, got it?"
He nods. Dragonite... and the others. Yes, it's his job to keep an eye out for them and educate them in the ways of this world. And what a handful to take care of... Where is that hero when N needs them again...? No. No, he shouldn't rely on them. He nods again, and Zorua's voice softens.
"I dunno what you're thinkin' about, N, but y'know, if you wanna talk about it... I said I was your partner for a reason!"]
I do not want to talk about it... There are more important things than dwelling on the past. I must concern myself with the present.
["N..."]
Thank you, Zorua. That will be... quite enough. [With a huff, Zorua moves to his other shoulder and, as if out of spite, shrouds herself in an illusion, taking on the form of a Shinx-- Nepeta's Shinx. She turns away, and N looks at her apologetically before turning to the device on his arm.]
[N starts the video with a stern gaze into the screen, expression steeled-- all business. The facade comes naturally after years of practice. A Shinx slinks back and forth on his shoulders as he clears his throat and begins to speak. His words are clear and certain, but startlingly fast. He doesn't seem to notice it; apparently, he talks at this quick pace all the time.]
I suppose you all have Xtransceivers, correct? So that means the majority of you will be able to hear me. I advise that you listen, and listen well.
My name is N, and I am a... resident of this region. Unova was once my home, and most of you are only visitors here. I am only aware of a small fraction of the unimaginable worlds you hail from, but you are here now, and you must be aware of how best to treat it and your new companions.
It seems that most of you have left the Entralink, correct? So you are either here, in Nuvema Town, or in Nimbasa City. Either way, be wary of wild Pokemon. They tend to hide in the tall grass, and can be territorial and aggressive. Many are liable to attack you. You must be prepared to face them, and protect yourself and your own Pokemon from them. I'm sure you will learn this quickly enough.
Time is an ever-present force, and it would be wise to also prepare for weather changes, seasonal courses... [Speaking of which, he doesn't look fazed by the winter cold at all, even if his clothes look pretty thin...] Stock up on supplies when you can. I believe Pokemarts will be very helpful to you on your journeys.
Most important-- above all else-- treat your Pokemon with kindness and respect. If you dare to hurt or mistreat them in any way... you shall not be forgiven. Those of you that I have met seem trustworthy enough to do that, but I cannot speak for the rest of you. I can hear their voices, you see-- understand their speech. However, even if you cannot... I'm sure there is a way you can get a gist of their needs, even without understanding every word they say.
[Abruptly, his expression softens. He looks almost forlorn.] If any of you have inquiries, do not hesitate to contact me. No question is too trivial. I am aware that this change in scenery is... startling to most of you, but do not fear. Tread with courage and compassion in your heart, and you will find this world has... many things to offer you, even if your time here is temporary. [He manages a smile.]
... The best of luck to you on whatever goals you choose to aim for. [He pauses for a moment.]
And Dragonite, if you can hear this too... You said you wanted me to teach you what I know... So, perhaps you'd like to come along with me? If you wish to do so, I will be waiting in Nuvema for you. Feel free to take your time, however. I am... not in any rush.
[With that, he cuts the feed.]
((OoC: N dons his exposition cap! THIS IS HOW HE SAYS HELLO, APPARENTLY. This can count as both a character and world intro, I guess. Ask any questions that have your character confused, or just say hi, what have you. Feel free to either respond to N's video or catch him meandering about Nuvema, internally angsting.
Also sorry 'bout dat TL;DR I tend to do that with inner monologue whoops slkdfjkljsd feel free to skip it.))
oh gosh you should do it and then N can make awkward comments on the way he names his Pokemon omg
There are indeed... But it will be alright. No one's going to hurt you, or do anything of the sort. I promise.
[He steps a little closer and offers out a hand to her.] Perhaps you'd like to leave this town and set out for the routes instead? The crowds can... take some getting used to.
it may be a slightly au one, though......... idk, still considering it. :p also get on aim now :|
That'd work! DO WHAT YOU THINK IS BEST. /AND AHAHAH NEVER
[After a moment, he slowly drops his hand back to his side. That's... not a gesture often used by Pokemon, is it? He needs to remember these things. Or maybe he should teach Dragonite a few human gestures? ... No. He'd make a terrible teacher for that.
He takes a little step back, and nods his head vaguely in the direction of Route 1's entrance.] Would you like to get going? I can help guide you, if you'd allow me. [Zorua gives an affirming yip and takes on Swablu's appearance, shedding the Shinx guise. She mimics Dragonite's Swablu and climbs onto N's head. He just gives a slight laugh in response.]
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Anyhow, she looked to the entrance herself, tilting her head slightly.] So this... Route. What sort of Pokemon are native to it?
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Route 1... I believe it is home to mostly Normal-type Pokemon. Patrat, Lillipup... And Audinos can be found everywhere if you take the time to look.
[But he falls silent, suddenly looking grave. What if... the Pokemon changed too? He was brought a rare Zorua-- a pup-- out of nowhere with no sign of family nearby, and many others seemed to have invasive Pokemon as their "partners". What if the routes' Pokemon have changed too? He masks the worry with a smile when he turns back to Dragonite.] Have you heard of those Pokemon? Ah... Is your world separated into regions, like ours is?
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[He falls silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts.] Is there much danger in your world, Dragonite? [She seemed to consider everything a threat. He's gotten curious.]
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AAAAH THIS IS NOT LATE SSSHH
He chooses to focus on the other topic, though. He turns to her, expression concerned. He would have thought a world untouched by humans would be more peaceful for Pokemon...] Can you tell me about it?