WELCOME TO UNOVA!

[united-mods.livejournal.com]

You're not where you were a second ago. Unless you were in the Entralink a second ago - but even then, this one isn't your Entralink. Not at all. In fact, it's nicer then yours. Almost like they were expecting something... (and they were. For a month, they've been expecting more - since the first explosion, the one which brought all the out-of-Unova Pokemon, and started to cause problems all over the world. But that's not important right now.)

Anyhow, how exactly is it nice? And for that matter, what does it look like? Well, let's get to describing where you've woken up.

The first thing which you may notice... it's full of grass. Lots of grass - with the remains of buildings around. And by remains, I mean a few bricks here and there - some used to be part of a path, but it's long gone. Flowers decorate around the place, too. And in the exact center, is a single tree sprout - the Entree, for those Unova-savvy people. (It hasn't grown at all, though - it's all broken, just like the rest of the place.)
The whole place is a semi-big island, to tell you the truth. There's no visible exit from the island, from walking. There's two destroyed bridges to either side of it - unable to be used to visit other worlds. There are a few people near there, inspecting the bridges - those people aren't important, though. There's also a path into a forest, which looks deep and scary and stuff - but that's blocked right now.

There is one important person, though! There's an old man, with plenty of items to go around - standing by the teleport-pad. And he's got stuff for you! Yes, you - he's got items and money to help support you. After all, there's been nobody to help with missions, so he's got a lot of free items.

Other then the enviroment, however, there's something else important. Even though you have to... get items from the guy, there's some things you've been given by whatever teleported you here. Those things? Firstly, on your wrist, is a phone-like device. An Xtransiever - set up with your name. (In the bag/items the old man gives you will be a manual for the device.) And the second thing? A Pokemon - it could have already came out of it's Pokeball, or it could be still inside. Whatever you want - it's yours now.

...And, your ways out, to explore the world? Easy. Even if the bridges to other worlds are gone, and the method home is broken beyond normal repair, the teleport-pad near to some of the wreck and rocks still works... in a somewhat limited fashion. It can be used to teleport to two seperate locations - Nuvema Town and Nimbasa City. Just set your location with the app on the Xtransiever (as soon as you figure out your fancy device and stuff), and you're off! (But why'd you leave right away? Don't you want to meet with your fellow newbies? Or try and beat answers out of that old man who's giving out supplies [Spoilers - you won't get any answers on how to get home, and that sort of stuff]? Or do a third thing? W-who knows. Do whatever you want.)

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[adarkfuture.livejournal.com]

[So. Here be a Dragonite. A former Dragonite, now a person - who's just awakened to find a Swablu near her.
And what is Dragonite doing? Well, that's easy. As soon as Dragonite saw the creature, she dropped on to all fours, bared her completly human teeth, and started to growl at the fluffy bird. You see, she's trying to look threatening towards the small fluffcloud.

Said Swablu doesn't look scared. Or dangerous. But all Pokemon are dangerous, aren't they? Except for her - Dragonite hasn't noticed the change in her body yet.]

[the-nth-power.livejournal.com]

[N doesn't know what is happening, nor is he aware of where he is, really. He's in a daze, wandering about, searching in vain for the Pokemon he swore he had with him just a few hours ago.

But he does know one thing for certain. Whatever that trainer over there is doing, it's worrying him. He steps forward fearlessly. The Zorua on his shoulder picks up on her trainer's wariness and gives a growl.]

You. What do you think you're trying to do to that Swablu?

[emmet]

[So here's Emmet. He doesn't seem to look too frightened. He's got a good smile on him, really. He's also got a Joltik on his head - who's just watching. WATCHING EVERYTHING.]
...This... is not the Entralink. This is not Unova.
[Well, to be exact, it's not his Entralink. Or his Unova. It... feels different, to him. BUT WHATEVER.
And then - he's approaching you! Why? Because why not, it's time to make friends.]
Hello! I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. Are you from Unova? Are you from elsewhere?

[gnostictrainer.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hey, that's a person coming to talk to her! Jade takes a quick moment to stop being distracted by her adorable little Growlithe puppy (who has resorted to just running circles at her feet) to stand up and talk to him!]

Oh, hi there! My name is Jade!

Unova? No, um... Well, I'm from an island, but it's kind of secluded! I guess that's kind of beside the point, though, since I'm not there any more!

[pokeball-afro.livejournal.com]

"Why, hello, Emmet. Whatever is a Subway Boss?" Miror B. shifted his weight from side to side, dancing to a silent beat. He flashed a grin at Emmet and his giant afro bobbed in time to his dance. "Unova? Fuhohoho, is that where we are? However did I manage to get all the way out here?" He lowered his glasses a bit and peered over them at the Subway Boss, approving of the man's fabulous coat. "I am indeed from elsewhere, my darling Emmet. Last I knew, I was in Orre!"

[the-nth-power.livejournal.com]

[This was certainly a turn of fates that N hadn't been expecting. This is a place he's never seen before, full of unfamiliar faces-- human and Pokemon alike. The bustle in this area combined with that confusion makes him feel claustrophobic and trapped, and the gears in his mind are already struggling to find explanations for the event.

His Pokemon are gone, and he's back in Unova again. And no one seems to recognize him.

His ponytail shifts, and from it appears a Zorua. She gives a yawn and climbs to a spot atop his head. She gives a few barks, and N smiles.]

No, I'll be alright. Simply overwhelmed, I suppose... I shall sort things out soon enough... Ah, yes. Nuvema... [Why yes, he does seem to be holding a conversation with the fox Pokemon. And he doesn't seem willing to congregate with the other trainers, rather standing aside and watching from a distance, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Prime bothering material.]

[gnostictrainer.livejournal.com]

[Jade doesn't have the time to be confused by her new surroundings; she's too busy being viciously attacked by a small, furry animal.

By "viciously attacked", of course, I mean she's lying on the ground and flailing as a little Growlithe jumps around on her chest and barks and licks her face and just does what puppies do, in complete hysterics.]

Heeheeheehee! Down, boy, heehee, down!

[Despite her giggle-filled protests, she probably doesn't mind the furry little beast much.

D'aww.]

[noplaidshirt.livejournal.com]

[This is a girl sitting on a Numel who doesn't seem to care he's being sat upon. The contents of her spiffy new bag are emptied all over the grass, and she's currently trying to program her XTransciever without much success.]

Well, fuck you too, Apple.

[the-nth-power.livejournal.com]

[In his observations of the sudden influx of trainers, N eventually spots the girl. Foul language and apparent littering aside, he can't help but automatically have concern for the Numel. He strides over fearlessly, stopping a few feet away.]

Need I make you aware that that Numel is not a chair for you to sit on? [Maybe the Pokemon doesn't mind it, but it's still a disrespectful action in his mind.

There is a flicker of movement in his hair, and a Zorua appears, blinking curiously at Paprika.]

[emmet]

[Ohai. Have an Emmet, listening in to you!]
...What do apples have to do with this? [Apple does not equal apples, Emmet.]

[arsenictrainer.livejournal.com]

[If you are passing by Nepeta's hiding spot, I apologize in advanced.

You see, she's been crouching behind them for a little while with her Shinx, whom she has taken in as her kitten. And as a good mother, it is her duty to teach him how to hunt.

And she is going to do so by pouncing upon anyone unfortunate to walk by.

Look out, because there is suddenly a young troll girl barreling right towards you.]

[the-nth-power.livejournal.com]

[And N had thought he had experienced quite enough shock and confusion for one day already...

But no, now there appears to be a person charging toward him as if they were some sort of feral beast. And are those... horns on the girl's head? No time to think, she's approaching fast--]

A-ah! S-stay back, cretin! [Zorua moves from her hiding place in his hair and, acting on a protective impulse, pounces on Nepeta. Maybe the pounces will cancel each other out??]

i just had to okay?!

[adarkfuture.livejournal.com]

[Well, Dragonite has taken to walking, a little. And still trying to avoid her fluffcloud Swablu, who's following with a curious look.

But then - sudden troll girl what?! Dragonite let out a roar, as she's knocked to the ground. Hey, without a tail, she's not good at balancing.]

[noplaidshirt.livejournal.com]

[Getting transported into an alternate universe that you thought was a video game is one thing, but getting tackled by some kid with horns is definitely another.]

Holy shi--

[sir-meta-knight.livejournal.com]

[Forest-like surroundings aren't something Sir Meta Knight is unfamiliar with, but this is definitely not Whispy Woods. He's not sure how he got here, but he's still as calm as can be. There is no sign of danger, and he's had weirder things happen.

A quick glance at his surroundings shows him that he's definitely not alone. There are others around him, some appearing disoriented and confused--even someone appearing to act like an animal. Stranger still, but he won't let that get to him.

There's a surprised exclamation nearby, and he turns to see a soldier-like creature at his side. The Pawniard stares at him intently, studying the metallic "face," the gloves, the armor... It looks a little different, but the Pokemon is certain. This must be his Bisharp.

Sir Meta Knight does not recognize the creature, but it looks similar enough to something he would see in Dreamland--not much different than one of his own knights, really, aside from the legs.]

Who are you, and what is this place?

[The Pawniard replies with a quick sound.]

...Pawn. That is your name?

[He tries to stand as he speaks, but pauses when he suddenly realizes that his body is not in a shape that he is used to. Looking himself over, he finds that it's much more like the humans around him. He exhales, remains still for a moment, and attempts to rise to his feet. It takes a bit of effort and balance, but neither of those things are foreign to him.

Being turned into a different form isn't totally foreign to him, either. If he learned to move after being turned into yarn, he could learn to move in this new body as well. But he can't help but wonder...]

What... is this place?

[emmet]

[What is this place? Have an Emmet, to explain. In his own way.]
This is the not Entralink! [...:| That explains nothing.]

[emmet]

[Look at all that blood. There's so much - well, so much which has been hastily removed. How... curious! Emmet grinned to himself, approaching the woman with a slightly curious smile. If that makes sense or anything.]
Hello! I am Emmet. Are you okay? [Of course you aren't. But he has to ask.]

[thomas-sinclair.livejournal.com]

((OOC - Hey all! I'm super un-familiar with the bracket lay-out so I hope it's all right if I go all prosey on you.))

"--and would you believe Miss Mayfield at the... Oh. Good heavens." A man now stood where there hadn't been one before, his tail coat still fluttering from a breeze that did not exist in this world. He wore exquisite clothing, extremely fashionable -- that is, for the 1870s. Thomas Sinclair, clutching his walking stick rather desperately, blinked in utter confusion. "A-Abraham? Hullo?" He turned around, looking for someone, not quite convinced he hadn't simply taken a mis-step and stumbled into a building full of trees. He had, after all, been walking in downtown London just moments before.

After seeing that he was not in fact being followed by his valet, Thomas was forced to face the reality of his situation. He began to take stock in his surroundings. "A... wood? Am I in the park? But how...? What is this?" He suddenly noticed the Xtransceiver on his arm. It was underneath the sleeve of his tailcoat, and he had absolutely no memory of putting it there. This annoyed him. "Now, really, I don't..." He prodded at it, turned his arm this way and that, trying to discern what this thing that had violated his person might be. It made absolutely no sense. It seemed to be reflective, vaguely, but it didn't seem like any form of jewelry he was acquainted with. Most of all, he couldn't figure out how it had got there.

A few moments of fruitless tinkering with the thing later -- he failed to locate the ON button, and it didn't occur to him that the bracelet had a different state -- he began to really become aware of his predicament. "Where the devil am I?" he muttered, peering around the Entralink with absolutely no comprehension of anything that was happening. There were people here; strange, strange people. People with green hair, people with demon horns, women with trousers on. The only logical explanation, he realized with a shudder, was that he was no longer in England and most probably in Fairy. "Well," he said, "it is true, that I had been half-expecting something horrible to befall me at some point in my life. The curse has been there for almost two decades now, after all, and fairies are notorious for laziness, so it must seem that this is quite quickly done to them. It must be... that they have stolen me away..."

He still didn't have the courage to move amongst the other people -- fairies? He was not sure. He stood rather still, holding his top hat and walking stick rather gingerly and wondering if there was going to be some kind of explanation provided to him or if he should seek it out. He had not yet noticed the Pokeball on the ground near his boot.

[emmet]

((OOC: Prose is fine! In fact, Imma gonna move over to prose for you too. c:))

More and more people were appearing in the Entralink... well, the not Entralink. It sort of scared Emmet, to tell you the truth. Well, it didn't scare him. But it was making him more wary... this place could be trying to capture all these different people. But why? Why would they only take him, for one. Why not Ingo? He was the smart one, the... rational one, as he'd put it.

But it was his duty to meet with these people - to try and figure out where they'd come from. Then, maybe, he'd be able to find a way home.

And so, that brings me to this second - with Emmet approaching Thomas, curiously. After all, he'd overheard his mentioning of curses... how curious!!

And the best way to approach him? "Hello! I am Emmet! Where are you from?"
...Quite suddenly, it seems. Just kinda appearing behind him.

[matthewengarde.livejournal.com]

((So, uh, I'm not exactly familiar with the brackets, either, so I suppose this is semi-prosey...? I'm still learning, bear with me!))

[ Well, what the fuck. Looking wildly about, the brown-haired man allows an expression of confusion to appear on to his face, knowing full well that he probably isn't at all recognized in this...place. Not like anybody who did know him would expect any different. ]

I, uh...Dude? Dude, what's goin' on? Man, I wonder if I can call my manager on this thing...

[ His own (broken) cellular wristwatch tucked away, Matt stares intently at the device the old man had handed him. The Xtransiever. Interesting. It was a device he had never seen before and, given his profession and the massive amount of money that came with it, it's anonymity was quite a rare thing, indeed. Not once dropping character, knowing full well that dwelling on the Xtransiever would actually make his facaded doofus self look somewhat intelligent, the actor dials the number of one Miss Adrian Andrews, and waits for an answer that he knows would not come. Not only because of where he was, considering that there was no well in Hell that this was California, let alone the United States, but because she had somehow managed to acquire enough brain matter to know that she would be left answering a stupid, basic question, like what toilet paper brand had the teddy bear as it's mascot, and how quickly could she get said brand company to change said mascot? After all, Juan loved bears. And Juan was an asshole. ]

"Ah, well...Looks like she's like, in one of those meeting things that I never go to. Right, Bird Dude?"

[ The Doduo merely blinked. ]

Ah...Whatever, Bird Dude. Hey! What'ya say we go meet some people, huh?

[ As it just so happened, a large number had seemed to gather....Perfect. Jumping up on the Doduo's back, Matt kissed the back of both of the bird's duel heads, stroking their necks. Now, to lasso them in with a taste of Matt Engarde's boyish stupidity.

And, with that, the Doduo took off at a decently-paced trot, not fast enough to mow anybody over, but certainly enough to step on the foot of anybody not paying attention.]

What's up, everyone?!

[thomas-sinclair.livejournal.com]

Thomas happened to be looking in Matt's direction when he jumped on the Doduo's back and began trotting about. And as calmly as if he were riding a common pony! The two-headed monstrosity was the most absurd thing Thomas had ever seen, and Thomas personally prided himself on his education of the absurd and exotic. It was all much easier to comprehend if he simply allowed for this being the magical location of Fairy. However, despite the man's odd clothes and familiarity with the strange bird -- which made him clearly a fairy in Thomas's mind -- he looked to be around the same age and Thomas thought he seemed rather approachable. He had always got on well with his peers. Luckily enough, the Doduo trotted in Thomas's direction.

What's up? What is up. Thomas looked up, saw nothing unusual, briefly pondered whether the question was metaphysical and actually concerning the nature of the word "up", and then finally chalked it up to fairy nonsense. He cleared his throat and took a step towards the moving Doduo. "Good day," he said, a bit loudly in case the bird-riding man shouldn't hear him and trot on by.

[pokeball-afro.livejournal.com]

Now what was this? This wasn't Orre. Far too green and pleasant. And so many Pokemon everywhere! Miror B. got to his feet in a manner more extravagant than the motion has ever been afforded before, with a twirling twist and a fluorish of his hands. He placed a hand on his hip and looked around, tapping the toe of his platform boot thoughtfully. "And what's this? Some nasty thing has moved me to a busy little island! Busy, busy, look at all these people!" Miror B. tapped the side of his nose and grinned. "Is this a Cipher prank? Oh, mister Greevil, you are a naughty little man."

Miror B. scrutinized his surroundings, coming to the conclusion that he was not in fact surrounded by Cipher peons, but nor did everyone look quite normal. "Well, I just don't know where we are at all, my darlings..." Miror B. reached into his pocket, and found it empty. "What! Where are my lovelies, my Pokemon? Oh, oh, they've been snagged!" He scowled and held open his pocket so he could look into it. Definitely empty. "How terribly, horribly wretched -- how dare they! I -- well, now, what is this?"

A noise behind him. Miror B. spun around and saw a Lotad looking up at him, a Pokeball rolling about in its lilypad. "Oh, but darling, you are just a Lotad," Miror B. said consolingly. He reached down and plucked the Pokeball off the Lotad, calling the Pokemon into it. "Don't worry, we will work on that unfortunate fact!" he declared to the Pokeball, and he put it in his pocket. Obviously the Lotad belonged to him, who else could it belong to? And even if it didn't legally belong to him, he didn't miss a beat taking it for himself.

"Fuhohoho! It seems I am caught up in something mysterious!" Miror B. grinned. He looked down at his left arm and saw the Xtransceiver there. He was well accustomed with this kind of technology -- Orre had had P★DA's for quite some time after all. Miror B. was very pleased to see that the thing had his name on it. He wasted no time fiddling with the device, changing the settings to his liking and discovering that there was in fact a way to play music out of it. "Well, curiouser and curiouser! They take my Pokemon but give me this lovely device." Miror B. spun on his heels and moonwalked into the crowd of people. "Who's in charge here? Is it you?" He stopped his dance and pointed dramatically at the first person he came across, his glasses glinting brightly over his excited grin.

[shadowfacilier.livejournal.com]

Attempting to sneak by in the confusion and chaos created by Miror B., the man from another world entirely didn’t quite expect to be pointed out so. Of course, he mentally cursed, it would be just his luck to be… Here. And what was that tune blaring from the large-haired man’s device? It was a tad too driving and pounding for his liking, and this was coming from someone who knew Louisiana’s finest! Miror’s poor taste in music aside, he obviously had fantastic – if misguided – taste in leadership. Facilier gave his best winning grin, bowing and removing his hat in a single swift motion. Let’s ignore, for a moment, the language difference between them. [In fact, the doctor noticed, what should sound like gibberish didn’t. Simultaneously hearing a language and its translation in his mind? Fascinating!]

“In charge? Why, my good man, you flatter me.” Another large smile as he straightened, his shadow – for its own amusement – taking a second longer to repeat the same motion. It was always such a gas, it seemed to think, to see if people noticed the slight variation every now and then. The Shadow Man continued, replacing his hat at a jaunty angle. “Unfortunately, however – for we do seem to be the most unfortunate – I’ve not a clue where we are.” Nor what that thing was that he had just zipped up into the red-and-white device. Was that one of the Pokémon things? They certainly seemed a curious sort of creature. Just as the device he had found in his pocket was curious. It had his name and came equipped with all sorts of menus and words, but even with an instruction manual… Well, things were different to figure out if you were a living anachronism.

“In fact, you seem to know far more about this place than I. What say you, sir? Would you give a poor sinner a hand? A few questions, nothing more.”

[brightvesperia.livejournal.com]

((OOC: I AM SO SORRY BUT HTML INFURIATES ME SO I WILL MAKE ALL MY COMMENTS IN PROSE. SOB.))

A light breeze blew over Estelle's face as she rested on the Entralink grass, urging her to wake up.

"Nn... Where?" Estelle mumbled, rubbing her eyes and yawning, stretching her arms and sitting up before taking a look around her...

...and deciding that she certainly wasn't anywhere in Terca Lumireis that she knew of, and she had explored a LOT of Terca Lumireis.

"H-hm? Oh!" Estelle gasped as an Audino poked her on the shoulder, very lightly, but the action was so unwarranted that she couldn't help but give out a small cry.

"Dee-no?" the Pokemon called out, curiously putting a... finger to her chin, tilting her head at Estelle.

"A-ah? Um, hello? D-do you know where I might be? I seem to be quite lost," Estelle asked the creature, though anyone within hearing distance could have noticed the question.

"What a curious creature, I have seen so many monsters and animals but this one is certainly new..." Estelle pondered as she waited for some sort of answer.

[brightvesperia.livejournal.com]

...The old man that the Audino had pointed Estelle to had briefed her on the situation she was in. She was a bit devastated that she could not return home so quickly, but an overwhelming feeling that suddenly overrode those negative feelings surfaced when she was told that she could travel around this... Unova, as she wished.

Walking to the edge of the Entralink, Estelle took a deep breath of air and sighed, looking up at the beautiful blue sky before taking her... well, it was her's now apparently... Audino's hand.

"So you are my Pokemon now, correct? It is very nice to meet you~ Let's get along well.... um..." Estelle paused, deep in thought.

"Diiii?" Estelle's Audino inquired curiously, wondering what her master could be doing.

"Hmmmmm? Oh? My apologies, I was simply thinking of a nickname for you! You are my first friend in this world after all, it would be rude to simply call you by your species name~ Well... what would be good...?" Estelle mused, scratching her chin, before a hint of inspiration hit her.

"Would... Tanit be alright? It is the name of a Goddess of Nursing I have read about, this device seems to have details that your species are specialized in this area after all~" Estelle giggled, proud of her efforts of learning how some functions of her XTransceiver and Pokedex were working.

"Au... dino!" Tanit seemed to have liked her given name.

"Ah very well~ Shall we head off then?" Estelle suggested, taking Tanit's hand.

"Audi!" Tanit cried, as both of them stepped into the portal that took them to the rest of Unova.

[skittlesenses.livejournal.com]

[Terezi is really quite difficult to miss.

A mess of shoulder-length black hair tangles around the two sharp orange horns jutting from her head, and if her horns are not alarming enough, perhaps the fact that her skin is literally almost gray in pigment is. Her eyes are hidden entirely behind a pair of oddly-shaped red sunglasses, and she is crouched on the ground licking and sniffing a Charmander who does not look happy in the least.

The items she had been handed, as well as her cane, are strewn gracelessly on the ground around her. The fact that she has no idea where she is has yet to faze her in the slightest; she is currently much too concerned with the activity at hand.

She can't help herself, honestly. The little reptile smells (and tastes) so much like orange creamsicles it's unbearable. She can't resist.]