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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.))
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That where you're headed? 'Cause some new clothing is sounding reeeally good right now.
[action]
... Yes. I suppose I am, actually.
[He stands and glances off beyond Nuvema's exit.] To reach Accumula Town, you need only pass through Route 1 there, if I remember correctly... [He trails off and begins to look Paprika over uncertainly. He could offer to help lead her to Accumula, if she wanted, but... Would that be weird? Dangerous? He opens his mouth to speak, but promptly closes it again, furrowing his brow.]
[action]
Sooner the better, right?
[action]
Ah. If we are leaving at the same time, it would... only be logical to travel together, hm? At least until you reach Accumula. [Oh dear, what is he saying? A part of him really fears getting involved with people, and vice versa. But it would be sensible, for both sides.] Would you be opposed to such a thing? [And then he considers Dragonite. How would she react to traveling with not one, but two humans? Assuming she wanted to travel with him at all...]
[action]
Nah! S'cool with me, since I dunno jack about this place and I'd probably get lost anyways.
[action]
Alright then. [A traveling companion! A human traveling companion! So many surprises these days.] I'll do my best to guide you.
[But he stops yet again.]
Though... there is another companion I am also planning on assisting... You do not mind that, do you? [He frowns uncertainly.] She is... in a bit of a predicament, you see, and is even more unaccustomed to human interaction than I am... [He supposes that might be a deal-breaker, having to travel with two socially inept weirdoes.]
[action]
S'cool with me, bro. We could do, like, normal-people lessons and stuff.
[Wait, that came out wrong.]
Not that you're weird or anything! You're a pretty cool guy.
[action]
Alright! That sounds interesting. [He smiles brightly.]
You think I'm... cool? [He tilts his head slightly, looking curious and a bit apprehensive.] You don't think I'm a freak?
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[With some sort of waving gesture around the back of her head that's supposed to represent his ponytail.]
--and you know all this stuff, y'know, and you're pretty chill for a smart guy.
[The 'freak' bit catches her off guard for a second, and she shoots him a quizzical, more earnest look.]
You look pretty normal to me. Well, I've never met anyone with legit green hair, but you know.
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He chuckles.] ... Thank you. [So he's not a douche and not a freak either! This is good progress.] I'm glad you think so.
[A moment of silence, and he comes up with another question. Perhaps he'll keep this going until Dragonite chooses to appear.] Is green hair not the norm where you're from?
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[She shrugs.]
I mean, unless you have, like, horns or something under that hat, you look pretty normal to me.
[action]
[After a moment, he decides to take his cap off. There are no horns, but there is a rather ridiculous-looking cowlick that sticks up like an antenna atop his head.] No horns! Though I did actually meet a girl with horns in the Entralink... That's the first time I've seen anything like that.
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[Sports, she is the winner at them.]
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[A pause.] Ah, did she pounce on you too? She got me twice! [He doesn't seem too perturbed by that fact, though.]
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Yeah! I mean, she couldn't be bigger than a little kid, but ouch.
[She rubs her side to emphasize her point, though it's long since stopped hurting.]