unkinder | ☆ 008 | Action for anywhere [Fourth Wall]

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☆ 008 | Action for anywhere [Fourth Wall]

[After the excitement of the past week or so, Nagi had been ready to just head back to Mahogany and lose himself in mindless training, as you do. Because of this, he's taken a bit off guard by the fact that he's woken up this morning with his powers back. It's a shock but less of one than it could have been, since this has happened once before. It's a relief to feel the familiarity again, but at the same time leaves something of a bad taste in his mouth. He knows it isn't going to last, for one...but there are other reasons as well.

As such, he doesn't try to keep himself localized to one place, allowing the paths to take him to wherever they may. He would just go inside to wait it out, but this world's state dictates that he's not going to be able to stay put no matter how much he wants to. Getting to see the unusual Pokemon around is enough to keep him occupied at least, if he has to be out.

Anyone traveling on the routes trying very hard to get to somewhere may see two large space rocks circling each other- a shiny Lunatone and a Solrock, respectively- while Nagi observes them from a seat in the grass next to a tree nearby. They don't seem to be fighting or anything, rather making curious noises at each other since the Solrock literally just poofed into their midst with no rhyme or reason. These Pokemon can't talk, but their body language (if you can call it that) is the definition of ????????

But after a while the two seem to grow acquainted enough with one another that the Solrock initiates some playtime by lifting a small rock from the ground using Psychic and tossing it the Lunatone's way. So now there are two space rocks tossing a slightly smaller rock between each other. Every so often the rock will be thrown too high or too low and skip in Nagi's direction, only to be tossed right back. With how they turn to face him when that happens, it looks like one or the other are just bringing it back by their own volition, when it's actually giving Nagi a chance to use his abilities while still being discreet about it.]

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[As he's wandering around, it may just happen that he comes across a girl who looks as though she's about eighteen or nineteen, dressed in a sort of crisp but severe-looking sweater and skirt combination, whose most notable trait at a glance is her brilliantly red hair.

As she walks around, however, the hair takes somewhat of a backseat to other little things that seem slightly...off about her — like the fact that she doesn't quite seem to know how to form facial expressions 100% of the time, or a sort of deer-like gawkiness in her movement, like she's unused to being in a body with arms and legs to contend with. Her posture is very drawn-up and correct, like she hasn't quite learned how to relax in it, and she's carrying along a Skitty on one shoulder, who seems completely delighted for the attention.]

Hello. Excuse me.

[The words come out with a strange inflection; they're a little too flat and mechanical, and she seems displeased with them, so she tries again.]

Hello!

[It's hard to not notice someone with hair as vibrant as hers is, meaning that Nagi does catch sight of her out of the corner of his eye before she approaches. He does take note of the slight...offness, because he's not unfamiliar with this sort of thing. But the difference here being that this girl seems off in a different way than Tot ever was. He doesn't have much time to think about it either way before she's addressing him.

...and then addressing him a second time as he opens his mouth to speak, the abruptness startling him into silence again for the moment.]

...Hello.

Hello!

[She still can't quite seem to get the word to sound right, but it's improving with every repetition.

Fixing in on him now that he's acknowledged her, she starts walking over carefully, blinking a little in the sunlight.]

How are you today? I think I am lost.

[Pause.]

This is strange. I have never been lost before.

[Nagi blinks, studying her for a moment without saying anything. He'd been expecting the usual questions: Where is this? How did I get here? What is this animal that won't stop following me?

...how he was doing today wasn't one of them.]

I'm...fine.

[Then, he adds.]

You are in Johto.

[...relatively speaking, since you could also be in Kanto at any minute if the powers that be decided to make it so.]

Joh-to. I see! I...think I know where that is?

[She frowns a little, tipping her head to one side in a birdlike way.]

I think I used to know, at least. I'm sure that wasn't vital. But I probably knew it once!

[Apparently satisfied, she attempts to get a smile onto her face, which doesn't quite work as planned, but an effort is made.]

Thank you for telling me where I am.

[She...used to know? That confuses Nagi more than anything else, even more than the strange way she's acting. Like she doesn't really know...how to act. Did she lose her memory recently, or something?

And, again, the almost too formal politeness takes him by surprise a little bit, making it take him a moment to think of a response.]

Are you saying...you think you have been here before, or just think you're familiar with this place somehow?

I think...I have heard the name before! From somewhere.

[You can just hear the :|a inherent in that, too.]

That would not be so strange. I used to know many things.

[....hm. Hang on.]

Have you heard of the name Kanto?

Kan-to. That's in Japan; it includes the Greater Tokyo Area.

[She recites, almost automatically.]

Where is that in relation to here? Am I in Japan?

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[ There are a number of ways Valmont would have liked to be welcomed back to Johto. Ideally, these ways would have involved at least some amount of fanfare and the admission that whoever was doing the welcoming had been much worse off without him. Despite technically fitting those criteria, a hoot of joy and an unpleasantly familiar beak latching onto his hair were decidedly not what he'd had in mind.

For a few moments he's too busy attempting to pry the (much larger, when the hell did it evolve?) hellbird off him to register what exactly this means. Then it clicks, and his hands freeze mid-pry. Seiun, for his part, goes on happily pecking away.

The boy. The boy's here, wherever here is, and he can't hide, which is his first instinct and also his second through fiftieth, because he's got a five-foot owl doing its level best to give him a bald spot. So he's stuck frantically looking around for the thing's owner (or trying to; he can't really move his head) while he goes back to prying.

tl:dr Nagi come get your bird off his freaking hair. ]

[...well this wasn't at all what Nagi wanted to encounter today, but since when has his luck ever been good with these things? Seiun had been perched in the trees nearby for the most part, ready and waiting should Nagi decide he's had enough walking and would prefer to fly somewhere. But when he actually seeks the Noctowl out, he's nowhere to be found.

So, this explains a lot.]

Seiun.

[He calls out from a few yards away in a terse voice, one that gets the owl to look up from what he was doing with a lock of Valmont's hair carefully held in his beak. He nearly stands as tall as Valmont now so it's a little less awkward to do, but a lot harder for the man to actually get him to...you know, get off.

But Nagi seems to be enough because Seiun lets go, taking one step away but not moving any further than that, keeping near Valmont for the time being with his large eyes focused on him.]

[ What the hell is a Seiun.

Apparently that’s not a question the bird needs to ask, though, because it's abruptly let go his hair. Thus freed, Valmont turns to determine the identity of his savior, and - oh. Oh. ]

You!

[ As though it could have been anyone else. ]

Get away! I'm warning you, I'll - I'll -

[ His hands scramble to his pockets. No talismans this time, not even the stupid sheep, damn it, although he does seem to have one Pokéball on him. He dimly wonders where the other three went.

It strikes him that he does not have terribly good odds this time around. ]

[Nagi's expression remains apathetic- if a bit irritated- as he remains where he is, watching his Noctowl stiffly for a moment before turning his attention on Valmont. He cuts him off sharply, even though his voice is as level as it usually is.]

I'm not going to fight you.

[ He's... not...?

It's a trap. It has to be. He's seen, and felt, what this boy's capable of. But... it does occur to him that he is, at this point in time, still alive. The last time the boy killed him, he didn't beat around the bush, did he? It's possible he really means it.

Valmont doesn't let his guard down. ]

You did last time.

[ It comes out more sulkily than he'd intended. ]

Yes, I did.

[He's not going to deny that. In the pause that follows, Seiun hoots softly, watching Valmont without trying to aggressively preen him this time.]

Now I'm not. You aren't looking for a fight, are you?

Why not?

[ It's almost accusatory - what, you're too good to fight him? Never mind that he's completely powerless and almost Pokémon-less, and Nagi is definitely neither of those. It takes a second to occur to him that this may not be the best time to question the boy's judgement. ]

Er - that is, of course I'm not looking for a fight. Not unless you plan on viciously attacking me like you did last time.

[ 100% accurate description of what happened. ]

I was merely wondering why you chose to set your bloody bird on me, that's all.

[As Valmont talks, Nagi lifts a hand to rest it on Seiun's wing. It's less of a friendly gesture, and more to prompt the bird to stay where he is and not try to approach Valmont again.]

I didn't. He came to you on his own.

[While the game of catch was going on, there was someone keeping an eye on Nagi from a nearby tree. The branches and leaved perfectly concealed the black shape of Veronica's cloak, save for her eyes. She hadn't planned to find Nagi on this route, but she couldn't help but be fascinated by the psychic powers he possessed.

....Her ghosts, unfortunately, were not as stealthy. No. They had thought of another, fun idea - at their trainer's expense, of course.

So, before Veronica's eyes.... Veronica comes strolling up the road, hands in pockets as "she" watched the game of catch go on.]

Heh. Nice moves there.

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[Nagi looks up slowly at the voice without moving his head, his hands clutching his Gear while his Pokemon toss the rock between each other. For a moment he doesn't say anything before glancing back down, leaning back a bit against the base of the tree. After the pause he shrugs, replying in a matter-of-fact tone.]

It's what Psychic types are known for.

[The pause catches both Veronicas. The fake one hesitates as they think up what to reply to that, and what their trainer would do in this instance.

And then do the exact opposite of that like the jokers they were.]

Right on, my- uhh, - my friend. [Coughcough.] You must have trained them real good.

[That earns "Veronica" a bit of a look before Nagi answers.]

The Solrock isn't mine, at least not technically. I haven't caught it, but I wouldn't mind keeping it with me, either.

[A pang of anxiety suddenly hit Veronica. And before she could mouth 'what the hell...' the other "Veronica" had plopped down right beside Nagi, crossing "her" legs.]

Oooh, sounds neat. What're you gonna do, if not catch it?

...I may catch it, but that depends on how strong it is.

[He says, looking over at 'Veronica' out of the corner of his eye.]

I need to see how well it can do in battle, so.

Why not battle me?

Ooooor..... [ 'Veronica' trails off, gesturing to the air with a smirk.]

We could totally make out.

[Ignore the wild sputtering from the tree nearby.]

......................what?

[That is probably simultaneously the flattest and most incredulous "what" he has ever uttered.]