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[eflamberge]

[After two long years of searching the nation to no avail, much to the bewilderment of his fellow collectors, Edmond Flamberge had come home - home being the outskirts of Lavaridge Town in Hoenn. And, in a moment of nostalgia, he had decided to explore Mount Chimney (was that entrance still there?). His brown leather bag was almost bursting at the

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I need to get Crobat his own icon.

[mungenbataar]

[Mungen's Crobat decides to steal cookies for it's poor hungry human, then fly off rapidly. Follow him back to his half-dead looking Trainer?]

[eflamberge]

!!!

[... Edmond's cookies! D: Angered, Edmond draws his sword and sends his Zangoose after the Crobat. The mongoose-like Pokémon is quick and agile, and his trainer runs immediately after him. Seriously, what was that for? ... And of course, Edmond has no idea what his new surroundings are. But in his world - by which I mean not just the world he comes from, but the somewhat secluded world Edmond has grown up in - the coming of a Crobat is definitely a good sign. And thus, he and Zangoose are going to closely dog the bat-like Pokémon's flight.]

[mungenbataar]

[Facepalm]

Terbish, what did I tell you about stealing? Good lord, this is just getting sad. Give the poor man his food back before you give him a heart attack.

[If he sounds bored, that's because his Crobat pulls this pretty much constantly.]

[eflamberge]

[... Well, Mungen is not who Edmond was half-hoping it was, but, hey, similar hair. And... ah, this is unexpected. He was going to get his cookies back, but maybe this boy needs them much more than Edmond does. Maybe he'll let him keep them.]

... Are you alright, young man?

[Edmond observes him, trying to determine just how hungry he is.]

[mungenbataar]

[Dead eyed look of annoyance. How dare you care?]

I'm fine. I just have issues with my Crobat.

[Ignore the bloodstains on his jacket and the scratches on his cheek, he's totally not lying or anything.]

[eflamberge]

[Sorry, Mungen, Edmond likes redheads. He steps closer to Mungen and notices those scratches.]

You're hurt. ... Who did this to you?

[He will be retrieving his bag of cookies - at the same time, he'll silently offer one to Mungen.]

[mungenbataar]

[Ignoring offer of cookies in a vain attempt to look tough.]

It's nothing major. Just had a rough night. What're you dong out here with this much food? You're asking to get robbed, you know.

[Blank faces are excellent masks to hide the issues behind. Also, diverting conversation helps, too.]

[eflamberge]

I'm not even sure where here is, actually. I'm quite certain I was somewhere else entirely not two minutes ago.

[Yeah, he won't be moving his cookie-offering hand from your face anytime soon, Mungen, so it looks like your only option is to take it.]

[mungenbataar]

Oh, you're one of the newbs. I got here a day and a half ago, myself. Basically you're in a pocket dimension slash island that can summon people randomly. And feel free to look at me like I'm schizophrenic for suggesting that, because it's stupid enough I understand the feeling.

[Crobat takes the cookie. Yay cookie! :D]

[eflamberge]

[Edmond narrows his eyes as he mulls over Mungen's explanation, but is quickly distracted by Crobat stealing the cookie.]

... It wasn't meant for you, you know. It's for your trainer. I don't think he's doing as well as he would like me to believe.

[mungenbataar]

[Eyeroll] Just ignore Terbish. He's 'special'.

[Bat glare!]

And last I checked, I'm doing fine. You're the one who's in an alternate dimension carting around cookies. You might as well have a neon sigh that says 'attack here' pointing towards you.

[eflamberge]

[He laughs lightly at that and offers Mungen another cookie, since Crobat will be busy with the first one.]

No need to worry about me, young man. I certainly know how to defend myself. [With his other hand, he fingers the ornate hilt of the sword at his side.]

[mungenbataar]

A sword? Who even makes those things anymore?

[His carefully low key expression is torn between eye rolling and amusement.]

[He takes the cookie, if only to get it out of his face.]

This island takes people and brings them here. That's why you're here. It takes people from different universes, different times - hence you and your ancient sword, I guess. Feel free to disbelieve me on the grounds that is fucked up to the inth degree.

[If a twelve year old swearing offends you, this will not be a fun conversation. Mungen's got no social skills whatsoever, honestly.

[eflamberge]

[Edmond just sighs, half-annoyed, half because his new situation as a newcomer to the island is enough of a predicament, so he'd rather be patient and try to get along with the first person he's met here than not.]

... Who taught you to talk this disrespectfully to others? Then again, you may have a good reason to do so, for I have yet to introduce myself properly. I am Count Edmond Flamberge, from Lavaridge Town in the Hoenn region.

[mungenbataar]

[Quirked eyebrow.]

I'm actually pretty polite compared to the rest of Celadon. Hell if that's saying anything, though. And it's been a rough week. Whatever. The point is, I'm trying.

I'm Mungen Bataar. Originally from Johto, but I sort of bounce around between regions and cities. What the hell does 'Count' mean? Is that a title or something? We don't do that in Kanto and Johto, so I'm lost like Terbish at a buffet of sweets.

[Another bat glare. Well, fine. He'll just sit on Edmond's head instead, then, you jerk.]

[eflamberge]

Indeed, it's a title. Like "prince", except much lesser, of course. Don't think much of it, however... I like to think of myself as an ordinary man.

[N-no, there's no way Edmond will let Terbish do that! However, he'll still very gently try to take the huge bat off him - before Zangoose, who's giving Terbish a rather vicious glare - makes a far less civil attempt.]