the rain stops

[mitzigaynor]

Who: N and Kitten
What: Friendship and pokemon and glitter.
Where: N's place of solace.
When: Monday
Warnings: Preciousness

It's like waking up, really, like leaving a nightmare, except there's no gasp and there's no scream, there's just a steady ascent upwards, like pressing her face to gel; cool and cleansing. Or perhaps that's just the grass

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[aseparateworld]

"Yes, hello." N's voice is distant, as he's standing among the trees a ways off, but he comes closer as he hears her voice.

"You're awake now? I hope you're feeling better." Flying behind him are a group of Swoobat. "These are some of my friends. Their ultrasonic waves will cheer you up." Swoobat waves make anyone feel better. Well, if N asks them to transmit positive waves, rather than the more harmful kind.

"Musharna was looking after you while you slept." He gestures toward another Pokemon behind her, floating not too far away. N had called her in to eat all Kitten's bad dreams. He'd taken great care that she would be as comfortable as possible. He wasn't used to looking after humans, so he didn't want to make a mistake. Pokémon were his area of expertise.

[mitzigaynor]

Kitten stares at the pokemon. She's only ever seen these creatures in N's company, the way things are now, it's almost as if they're something unique to the boy himself. The benevolent caretaker of a menagerie of fantastical alien beings.

"Waves... that's very new agey, I'm sure it's true..." It made exactly as much sense as what any other guru might have to say about energy and crystals and whatever else they liked to gab about on daytime talk shows. Her eyes follow the flutter of the Swoobats. They're kind of cute and she is more than happy to pet one of their fuzzy manes when it lands on her shoulder.

"I've had the whole spa treatment."

[aseparateworld]

"Swoobat communicate through soundwaves. Most people can't hear them, but they can improve your mood even though you cannot hear. They're Psychic Pokémon. As is Musharna. She can eat your nightmares so you'll sleep well."

All the Pokémon are friendly, as N has cleared Kitten's presence here. With an unauthorized human, they would not be. "Oh, and Leavanny made you a scarf, but she's gone to look after some of the children." He hands over a very delicate scarf that he's been carrying. It's made of leaves, flowers, and plant fibers. It seems to shine, as if with dewdrops. "She was worried about you."

[mitzigaynor]

"Pokemon..." Kitten repeats that thoughtfully. The word really doesn't mean anything to her, but she can deduce that these creatures are pokemon, and that some of them have powers. It's very sci-fi by her estimation and she loves it, pressing a kiss on a Swoobat's heart-shaped nose. "Very impressive, darlings, I'd have never imagined."

Her attention is drawn back upwards to N as he mentions the little Leavanny. "Oh, we had her playing Brad the other night!" Kitten is more than happy to focus on these insignificant little details, it keeps her mind from drifting back over the recent nightmares: first those beasts and then those hallucinations. Hiding out here with the pokemon seems the perfect escapism to her.

"That's so sweet, and so beautiful! Sonia Rykiel wouldn't know what hit her. But what was that about children?"