['Sup, Island. There is a little girl who needs to be bothered. She's actually been around for a week or two, but this might as well count as an introduction. Iris is sitting in a nice, sunny, ambiguous part of the Island with a hefty stack of books (surely she didn't carry all of those over here herself, she looks like she's only about eight years
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That, or it's playing a cruel, cruel joke because N knows for a fact what happened to Iris and she most definitely was not supposed to be here. ]
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Oh. Um... hi.
[She's reacting warily... like someone from your world and not like most from this Island. Though a lot less so than usual (you're not being attacked yet), since apparently some Pokemon here are nice.]
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[ N comes a little closer, cautious because if she is the Iris he knows then she'll be wary of Pokemon. ]
It is I, N.
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...N? You were here?! And... you got turned into a Pokemon, too? [Islaaaaand. You are so weird. Candy's daddy was one thing, but someone she actually knows?]
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Stupid island. Stupid stupid. ]
That is rather unfortunate, but I am sure that my body will be returned to me soon.
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Oh, no. I was hoping you wouldn't get stuck, too. [But. Well. It's kind of a relief to know that N is here and she's not alone. Sorry dragons]
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[ Which is both a good and a bad thing; this could be a second chance. ]
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[Maybe. She doesn't look a day older than the last time you saw her in this form. And she's certainly not... as depressed.]
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[ orz. ]
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