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united_one2012-02-07 01:50 pm
negotiators) wrote in united_one2012-02-07 01:50 pm
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[He was beginning to wonder if this was a prank of Kaname Madoka's.]
[But it was an unlikely possibility to begin with. Madoka had saved him; Madoka, therefore, probably did not hold grudge or hatred towards him, and such emotion would obviously not manifest itself in the form of sending Kyuubey to such an absolutely ridiculous universe anyway. Pokemon? Stuck until the 'Entralink' was fixed? It would have been easier to believe if the old man had simply said "you're here because you deserve to rot in hell for betraying and deceiving us" - not that Kyuubey agreed - but this was no hell, at least according to the human definition of hell. This was more like limbo. Was he supposed to redeem himself now? Adjust to human living? Impossible. Preposterous, even, particularly in an environment where he was supposed to adhere to rules he had not encountered previously. And the lifeform he was given - was he supposed to be responsible for it? Care for it? There was no apparent purpose for doing so; better to return it whence it came. The situation was expecting too much of him. He had never attempted to grant a wish that was impossible without the power to make the impossible possible - but that seemed to be what the world was demanding of him. But more importantly, Kyuubey had been forgiven; Kyuubey had been saved.]
[So the only conclusion to be made was that this was not Madoka's work.]
[Which meant that this world operated on a different set of rules entirely, and the most logical course of action would have been to explore those rules... but in the midst of that thinking, he stumbled into his own dream.]
[A barren landscape if anything. Obviously. Incubators did not dream to begin with. It simply paralleled one he had been in countless times before. He was lying face-up on the wreckage of a fallen building, arms outstretched, staring at the apocalyptic sky.]
— a pointless change of scenery. This is still the same world, isn't it?
[But it was an unlikely possibility to begin with. Madoka had saved him; Madoka, therefore, probably did not hold grudge or hatred towards him, and such emotion would obviously not manifest itself in the form of sending Kyuubey to such an absolutely ridiculous universe anyway. Pokemon? Stuck until the 'Entralink' was fixed? It would have been easier to believe if the old man had simply said "you're here because you deserve to rot in hell for betraying and deceiving us" - not that Kyuubey agreed - but this was no hell, at least according to the human definition of hell. This was more like limbo. Was he supposed to redeem himself now? Adjust to human living? Impossible. Preposterous, even, particularly in an environment where he was supposed to adhere to rules he had not encountered previously. And the lifeform he was given - was he supposed to be responsible for it? Care for it? There was no apparent purpose for doing so; better to return it whence it came. The situation was expecting too much of him. He had never attempted to grant a wish that was impossible without the power to make the impossible possible - but that seemed to be what the world was demanding of him. But more importantly, Kyuubey had been forgiven; Kyuubey had been saved.]
[So the only conclusion to be made was that this was not Madoka's work.]
[Which meant that this world operated on a different set of rules entirely, and the most logical course of action would have been to explore those rules... but in the midst of that thinking, he stumbled into his own dream.]
[A barren landscape if anything. Obviously. Incubators did not dream to begin with. It simply paralleled one he had been in countless times before. He was lying face-up on the wreckage of a fallen building, arms outstretched, staring at the apocalyptic sky.]
— a pointless change of scenery. This is still the same world, isn't it?
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So Unova is the name of his present location.
"Two hours and thirty-two minutes."
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"Ah- But then what was happening in yours..??"
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"The earth was flooded and all of humankind was killed. Nothing was happening at the time."
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What- "But if it happens all the time, then how..." No no, that's not it..!
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"Someone who wanted to avoid this fate continually manipulated time until she arrived at a different conclusion. After that, the situation spiraled out of her control."
Kyuubey exhaled, taking in the overall disheveled appearance of the boy, debating what he could and couldn't expect of him. At the very least, it was probably best to prompt him for a name as opposed to waiting for him to introduce himself. "Your name?"
Remind me to update his outfit...
"Time travel..." Ahhhh so cool...
Ah- AH! "Ah- Yuuma! Tsukumo Yuuma! And you?"
OH LMAO yeah my bad -- i thought he was still in his pajamas derp ;;
"How long have you been in this world?"
Dream!Yuuma probably isn't in the best condition anyway given the Iris thread...
"Hnnn... A bit over a month..? A lot of people were here longer than I've been, that's for sure!"
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"More specifically, I don't know what my primary objective in this world should be."
-I'm listening to Madoka osts right now, ahahaha...-
Well, in any case.. "Nnn... Well, I'm taking the Gym badge challenge... But others plan to just focus on catching pokemon I think..." It's all a bit difficult to pin down an 'objective'...
ohoho. i have to take a break and do some homework, but i'll tag back tomorrow!
Of the two options, he did not particularly care for either. Participating in obtaining Gym badges - as much as he had gleaned from the description he was given - offered some benefits, but few he particularly required. Collecting Pokemon was an even less appealing choice. He did not need to be forced into any more contracts than he had.
"I suppose I'll have to find something else with which to entertain myself."
Hey, I head out for an exam soon so... xD
though fame would be cool he supposes"We're just having fun..!" Meet the guy who doesn't care if he loses. Meet him and be amazed.
i'm late, i'm late, for a very important... tag
He said it quizzically, as if he didn't know what it meant.
"Battling... could be enjoyable in some way, I guess..."
Pfffff-
Though most people...no subject
After that statement he sighed, but his expression conveyed a greater sense of resolution.
"You've been rather useful, Tsukumo Yuuma."
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That was all. No expression of thanks, or indeed anything that might be considered polite about it at all, but...
Maybe that was the best he could do.
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"Oh- What pokemon did you get anyway..?" Because everyone gets one after all.
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"A Zangoose, apparently. Something like a cat, or a ferret."
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"Hah- never heard of that one..! I guess I'll have to see what it looks like when I wake up."
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How does he leave. "Ehhh..."
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He rose from his position on the ground and dusted off his pants. "This is not my dream, but rather my memories, so... please wait. I'll attempt to recall something with a proper exit."
He closed his eyes and breathed the sea air for a moment, considering deeply the ultramodern architecture of Mitakihara Middle School - and, in true high fashion, the seas parted, the world swirled, and glass walls rose to take their place.
"...to your right, please. Past class E-1."
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