[A tall silver-haired man perches on a treestump outside of New Bark, looking like he's making a big effort at wrapping his head around recent incidents. At his side, a little eevee is making an equally-big effort to get slobber on as much of its new master's hair as possible while he's too lost in thought to object to the little animal's
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Some clueless, then suspicious, glancing around before his eyes finally fall on the device at his side, and the young girl's face being broadcasted. He snatches it up immediately to peer closer]
Do you know anything about all of this?
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I see. I woke up barely an hour ago and was ushered out the door by some woman who had the NERVE to claim she was my mother and--!
[hey! Hey master, whatchoo got there? Is it a food?? A brown fuzzy face suddenly takes up the entire screen, noisily sniffing at it]
Veeeeeeee~
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Wow, that's angry.
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I assure you, you have not begun to SEE angry!
If I don't get back home I--why, it would be a disaster! Do you think just -anyone- could keep the demon king's household in line?
["Eevee!!' chirps his pokemon companion, having no idea what it's agreeing to, but seeming to like the sound of its own voice]
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And I dunno, you seem pretty angry to me.
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[he seems unwilling to buy the idea someone HASN'T heard of them and is clearly awaiting recognition to dawn on this stranger.]
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Huh... so that happened to you too, then? It's pretty weird stuff, yeah. I don't know if getting so angry will help. I mean, it seems like it's kind of inconsequential when she doesn't even pay much attention if you try to talk her.
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Y-You too...? [JUST HOW MANY PEOPLE IS THIS WOMAN CLAIMING MATERNAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR?!]
[Also, Takuto, you have been spotted by a certain little brown fluff who eyes him lopsidedly, and then leaps from the stump in a flail of little legs and an excited VEEEEEEEEEE that continues until it hits the ground in a heap, leaps up, shakes itself off, and bounds up to sniff his shoes]
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Yeah. It kind of confused me, especially since it didn't seem like she was listening to my questions. It sounds like this happens to everyone though... mm?
[His thought is interrupted by the Eevee, who reminds him even more of someone from back home even more than his own Cyndaquil, who's examining the snow a few feet away.]
Everyone gets different Pokémon too, I guess...
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But...but still...!!]
Well if there WAS, in fact, a way in, then it stands to reason there is also a way out. And I WILL find it!
[He crosses his arms over his chest, a perfect contrast to the cheery demeanor of his pokemon partner who snuffles the stranger's shoes a moment longer before its attention is caught by the Cyndaquil.
Ooooh, what's THIS? And what does it taste like?]
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