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[mini_misotheist]

Who: Cyrus and whoever
What: Everyone's favorite messiah-complexed maniac has been reverted to seven years old! Will hilarity ensue?
Where: The ~island~
When: July 22nd, a few hours after arriving
Warnings: Maybe some swearing, I donno.

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[140_96]

Mei Ling was just walking by. A little bit of exploring never hurt anyone and she had taken this day to go looking around the island. She heard rumours of treasures and ruins and curses and other such exotic things but for the time being, this was just reconnaissance.

Now she was just wandering around, taking pictures with her camera. Yes it was a little touristy, but if there were any problems, at least she had pictorial data of the area.

And then she encountered a child. Who looked upset and transfixed. Was he crying as well?

She put on her friendliest smile and gently tapped the little boy on the shoulder.

"Hello. Are you lost?"

[mini_misotheist]

Cyrus wiped his eyes again before looking up at her. "No. I know that the hotel is three point eight miles to the southeast, and how to follow the path to it."

Had he met her before? He wasn't sure.

[140_96]

"Well, aren't you astute..." Mei Ling kneeled down so that she was eye to eye with Cyrus. "But why are you upset?"

She tilted her head to the left and looked at him for an answer. She also kept smiling reassuredly.

"I can help you out if you want, if something's wrong."

[mini_misotheist]

"I am simply..." he fumbled for a word before settling on "...overwhelmed."

He stood and faced her fully. "Nothing is wrong. I feel..."

No, he couldn't tell her that he felt nothing. She'd think that unusual in and of itself and probably insist he be treated for whatever she could think of.

"...fine." And there he smiled.

[surpass]

N didn't have much else to do apart from take in the view of the island. The sun, the sand, the trees, the plants... it was all a lot to take in. He'd never been to a place like this, so he wanted to get a good feel for it.

Are there Pokemon here? If there are, he hasn't seen one yet. Huh.

He steps around a few rocks and looked to a nearby area of water. Nearby, Archeops gave it a bit of a stare before flapping over to take a drink.

"Here we are. I thought there must have been water somewhere around-..."

He glances to his side and raises his eyebrows. Is that a person there or is he seeing things?

[mini_misotheist]

Oh, it was N. Cyrus couldn't have asked for a better person to come along.

Well, maybe he could. But N had been entranced by his words. Time to find out what sort of person this potential follower really was.

"...Mister," he addressed, the word seeming odd even coming from this childish form. "That's a nice bird you have there."

[surpass]

Aww, it was a young child! How cute. It reminded him of when he was a little boy.

N normally remained wary around humans, but this was a young, innocent child. Surely it would be okay!

"Why, hello!" He knelt down to come to eye-view with him. Archeops approached with a croon and tilted his head. He was pretty curious. "Thank you. This is an Archeops, a fossil-revived Pokemon. He loves to be petted on his chest."

[mini_misotheist]

"To bring back ancient life..." No, that was sounding too much like his usual self. He had to temper it. "I wonder what that's like! It came from a fossil so that means it died once, right?" He reached out to pet the bird, starting from the head and working his way down the neck.

[sicklypriest]

This was the first time Rhys stepped out ever since arrival to this exclusive island resort. Most of his time had been spent recuperating from the long plane journey there (he didn't take well to modern transportation) and making sure he was sufficiently unpacked. But now, he was ready to check out his surroundings. With spirits as high as the sun hovered now he tread the beachside alone, smiling at the waves and the lush jungle flowers that he passed. Everything was beautiful and there was nothing he didn't like about this place.

Midway though his excursion, however, he noticed a young boy with rigid blue hair, staring out into the distance with hardly a move otherwise. What could he be looking at? What was on his mind? And most importantly, who was he? Maybe he needed help of some kind? Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask...

Rhys made a slow, leisurely approach, smiling if or when he happened to look his way. "Hello there," he greeted. "You're awfully far out here, all alone like this."

[mini_misotheist]

Oh, Rhys? Cyrus had forgotten that he had come, but he supposed everyone had.

Best to stick to his plan. "I'm not that far from the hotel. Just a few miles."

[sicklypriest]

"Just a few miles? Well, I suppose it depends on your perspective, doesn't it?" A faint chuckle followed behind. "...Did I really manage to walk that far?" Oh, whoa. He was a little surprised he'd wandered such a distance. Talk about getting carried away. And he wasn't in too bad of shape!

"So what are you up to? Enjoying the scenery?"

[mini_misotheist]

"Somewhat. You're with the school, right? It sounds pretty strange." He sat back on the rocks and looked up at Rhys.