EVENT - Pokemon attacking and stuff

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So. It's morning, in winter. It's a nice time, nice and cool. Well, cold, but whatever. This is a short part, because the majority of this EVENT OPENING will be in comments below this.

So yeah. Pokemon are wrecking shit, looking for you guys from other universes.

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[the-nth-power.livejournal.com]

Well... [He glances off elsewhere, thinking.] Perhaps it is... But there are still Pokemon, and I can still hear them. The seasons are aligned with those of my world. The same towns and cities seem to be present in the same locations. There are many similarities.

Still... maybe this is a universe in which I don't exist. Or maybe I don't exist yet. [Good lord what if he encountered a younger version of himself? A paradox? That... would not be good.] And there is still the matter of the invasive species... Like the Baltoy. I've never seen one before-- they are native to Hoenn, not Unova. And the Pokemon I had with me before... seem to have disappeared. [That wouldn't have been so disconcerting if Reshiram was not one of those Pokemon. What he had with the dragon was a bond of sorts-- he should be able to feel its presence, at least. But it was gone.]

I... don't know what to think.

[thomas-sinclair.livejournal.com]

[He thought about that, not liking it at all. His idea of alternate dimensions was a bit like imagining foreign countries that had somehow managed to overlap. Fairy wasn't the same reality as the one England inhabited -- the rules were different there -- but it was a physical place, like France or Spain or anywhere. You could go there, and, theoretically, come back. But the way N described it did make sense... Sandra had said she was from America, after all, and America existed in Thomas's world. Maybe at one time, in Sandra's world, Thomas existed in some form or another. The thought makes him shudder.]

I do not know, either. It is very unsettling. [He looks out the glass doors. There are definitely less attacking Pokemon out there now, only a few pass by the door rather than the large groups that roamed around earlier.] ...Do we need to go back out?

[the-nth-power.livejournal.com]

[He follows Thomas' gaze back to the doors and breathes out a sigh.]
I suppose. Well... we likely do not need to, but I shall.

[He calls Zorua out of her Pokeball and she appears at his feet, shaking out her fur. She glances up at him curiously.] My world or not, there are still Pokemon here. And it is my duty to watch over them. [He apparently wasn't handling that duty very well thus far... He frowns.] Besides... I should find my human friends as well. [It seemed Dragonite couldn't understand the limitations of her human body, and Paprika... Paprika was kind of inept at battling.]

... Do you want to go back out?

[thomas-sinclair.livejournal.com]

[Thomas looks around the Pokemon Center, at the trainers and townspeople gathered anxiously out of danger, then down at himself. His coat is filthy -- ruined, probably. Yet another remnant of his home world rendered useless by this one. His head hurts less now, the ache has subsided to just an annoyingly persistent throb at his temples. He shrugs and looks up at N.] Yes.

[No point hiding inside now, after all. He releases Dodger, who takes a few steps toward the doors then wanders back to Thomas's side, giving Zorua and N a toothy grin. Thomas watches him, somewhat amused by the Teddiursa's lack of concern for the intensity of the crisis.] I'll help you find your friends at least.

[the-nth-power.livejournal.com]

[Zorua mimics Dodger's grin, then gives one of her trademark giggles. As frightening as the chaos should be, Zorua feels a sense of importance in having to battle so much. Not to mention that it feels like she's gaining levels at a rapid pace. N smiles warmly down at the pair.]

... Okay. [He nods, and starts toward the doors. It's strange; he's not used to worrying over humans like he is now. Before, he wouldn't have even cared, but now he's genuinely concerned.] Do you know of them? It is... Paprika and Dragonite.

[thomas-sinclair.livejournal.com]

[Thomas pauses a moment to steel himself against the thought of going back outside, then follows N towards the door. He blinks, surprised to recognize one of the names.]

Yes, actually; well, not Paprika. [That was an odd name, too. Wasn't it some kind of spice? Thomas guesses that it must be some kind of trader surname, a family that dealt with paprika at some point in history.] But I spoke to Dragonite on the, um. Xtransceiver. [He lifts his hand a bit, indicating the device on his arm. His tone becomes conspiratorial, like he's gossiping: a common pasttime of his back in London.] She's rather intense, isn't she? I was confused about her name; It's Night? Dragon... Dragga Night? [A small laugh.] I certainly don't want to offend her. [Names are hard.]

[the-nth-power.livejournal.com]

[He smiles weakly.]
One word: Dragonite. Draggo-night. It is the name of a Pokemon.

[Oops that's another... interesting subject.] And yes, she can be rather intense. She has a good reason for that, though. [N could understand that she needed to have that ferocity in order to survive in her world.]

And Paprika... has Tepigtails. [He holds his index fingers out behind his head, attempting to mime Paprika's hairstyle. He frowns. This is apparently serious business.] Auburn.

[thomas-sinclair.livejournal.com]

...Oh. [A pause as he attempts to rationalize being named after a Pokemon. He can't think of any similar situation in his own world, so after a while he shrugs and gives up on it.] All right. Dragonite.

...Tepigtails? [He laughs at that; he recognizes "Tepig" from his book. It was kind of funny, really, how similar the names of some Pokemon were to animals he knew.] Paprika must be a girl, then. Does she only have one name, too? [He pauses, realizing that N had only ever introduced himself with one name. He'd never thought about it before. Still, from his general dealings with the other outsiders and the locals of this world, he could tell that how people dealt with names was somewhat different here. More familiar. It was a bit disconcerting, actually, the immediate assumption of familiarity. Thomas generally preferred to keep his distance, as propriety dictates.] On that note, I understand N must be your first name, or your... only name? Have I been using it correctly?

[the-nth-power.livejournal.com]

[And soon enough that subject will become even more baffling! But that'll be a story for another day.]

Mm-hm. [He lowers his hands back to his sides, and takes a moment to search his memory.] If she has a surname, I do not know it. She introduced herself to me with her first name only, so that is how I address her.

[At the question, a brief look of pain crosses his expression.] You have been using it correctly. I do not use my last name anymore. [Oddly enough, his full name could still be accessed on his Xtransceiver. It was the source of some annoyance for him; not only was it a reminder of his disownment, but he also wasn't sure he wanted to be associated with the Harmonia name any longer anyway.] N is my only name now.

[thomas-sinclair.livejournal.com]

[Oops. Well that certainly implies some odd things, doesn't it? Why would someone stop using their surname? Thomas studies N's reaction silently for a moment, then nods, putting the question out of his mind. People with curses shouldn't make assumptions.] All right.

[He stops walking and glances up and down the street. No Dragonite, and no girl with pigtails, at least not in the immediate vicinity. He briefly considers suggesting splitting up, but there are so many arguments against it that he dismisses the idea.] Were they near here?