The adventures of Lion, Battler and the magical Spoilerdump.
Who: Those wacky Ushiromiyas isthedeadcat and veritadorata
Where: Dining area of the Cherrygrove Inn.
When: January 27th, as Battler arrives
Summary: Of all the people from Lion's (set of) world(s) who are here, Battler is probably the only person safe enough to hear this story. It's also pretty important, but never mind that.
Rating: PG-13 for incest mentions and BEATORIIIIICHEEEEE!!!11ONE
Log:
Lion wasn't exactly certain of what was going to happen next.
It had been nice to see a familiar face, even if that face was clearly from one of the other Fragments, and even if Battler had been pretty much convinced that he was delusional.
As someone who had the thought 'I must be delusional' more than a few times in the last weeks, Lion knew perfectly that waiting for things to settle and for Battler to assume that this was reality would be the best chance.
Offering some soup and promising to tell the story behind the seventh game was a bit of an involuntary action. Not that Lion regretted it, at least not yet, but it still had been a spur of the moment thing.
Lion, who was one for planning ahead as much as possible, wondered if that was the kind of things that a near death (or maybe complete death) experience did to the brain.
Well, at any rate, at this point thinking on what to say and what not to say was more important than anything. Lion carefully tucked in the three recently adopted pokémon eggs in the bed, using one of the leftover blankets as something of a nest, and sat to take some more notes.
The pokémon's reactions to the eggs were interesting and completely noteworthy. Julia had pretty much adopted the three as hers, and Ennis sometimes transformed into an egg and joined the others, probably asking for attention.
It was cold outside and it had been raining and hailing for a long while... Lion gave a sidelong look to the pokégear, hoping that Battler would make it to Cherrygrove safely.
[Feel free to actiontag this thing, as usual I just think prose posts are spiffy xD]
Where: Dining area of the Cherrygrove Inn.
When: January 27th, as Battler arrives
Summary: Of all the people from Lion's (set of) world(s) who are here, Battler is probably the only person safe enough to hear this story. It's also pretty important, but never mind that.
Rating: PG-13 for incest mentions and BEATORIIIIICHEEEEE!!!11ONE
Log:
Lion wasn't exactly certain of what was going to happen next.
It had been nice to see a familiar face, even if that face was clearly from one of the other Fragments, and even if Battler had been pretty much convinced that he was delusional.
As someone who had the thought 'I must be delusional' more than a few times in the last weeks, Lion knew perfectly that waiting for things to settle and for Battler to assume that this was reality would be the best chance.
Offering some soup and promising to tell the story behind the seventh game was a bit of an involuntary action. Not that Lion regretted it, at least not yet, but it still had been a spur of the moment thing.
Lion, who was one for planning ahead as much as possible, wondered if that was the kind of things that a near death (or maybe complete death) experience did to the brain.
Well, at any rate, at this point thinking on what to say and what not to say was more important than anything. Lion carefully tucked in the three recently adopted pokémon eggs in the bed, using one of the leftover blankets as something of a nest, and sat to take some more notes.
The pokémon's reactions to the eggs were interesting and completely noteworthy. Julia had pretty much adopted the three as hers, and Ennis sometimes transformed into an egg and joined the others, probably asking for attention.
It was cold outside and it had been raining and hailing for a long while... Lion gave a sidelong look to the pokégear, hoping that Battler would make it to Cherrygrove safely.
[Feel free to actiontag this thing, as usual I just think prose posts are spiffy xD]