victory_road | FOURTH WALL MINGLE LOG

Honestly, Diana doesn't notice Walter at first.

It might have something to do with her being so desensitized, especially to kids being scared and alone.

But it's Charlie the baby Mimikyu that shows an interest, wriggling from Diana's arms and skittering towards Walter. It gives a little cry and bounces about infront of him.

Diana looks at him confused and goes over to pick him up. "Sorry kid, he's usually shy. Must like you."

He's a priest. I'd be surprised if he hadn't mentioned something like that; I was kind of dead at the time.

On the other hand he also disingenuously summoned a physical manifestation of the evils of humanity, so take that whatever way you want to.

Very well! Machamp removes the Pokeballs besides his own and releases Scyther and Wobbafett.

Replacing the balls back on its belt, Scyther stepped forward, nodding as Wobbafett saluted.

"Shall we? Ladies first," said Mr. Belt as they all entered the ring.

I've certainly never heard of a priest who did that. Before he was our Conductor, Mr. Kimblee was apparently running about with some scientists and helped them and his god cause the end of his world. Dirty business with souls solidified.

Pfff!! No guns here, just monsters!

[And he doesn't need any more. He's totally down to take her on a crumpet quest, though, even if the only reward at the end is...crumpets.]

Bakery's this way!

[He gestures with a quick jerk of his thumb over one shoulder, and while he's perfectly willing to go retrieve them on his own, the implication here is that she's definitely welcome to accompany him. He's even down to piggyback her, if she wants.]

[Is that something they do in other worlds? Actually talk to people? What a radical concept.]

Ah, I'm not really sure what to say about myself. But I've been here for nearly nine months now, so if you have any questions I could try answering them.

[But no, she had asked him a question, had she not. He rubs his cheek for a moment, trying to think of a proper way to answer.]

I like seeing this world. It's very different from back home. We can travel freely here, so I've been trying to do as much of that as I can.

[You know what? No. Just... no. Getting woken up by a certain asshole turning into a titan in the middle of camp had been bad enough, and now this influx of other, new people and weird powers going on? Absolutely not. Jean is not on board for this in any way, shape, or form.]

[He's left the other members of his party behind and is hanging out in the woods by himself, accompanied by his constant ball-shaped companions and Polo the fire cat, toying with the camera they'd all be given. You'd think that if the world was going to change so much, they could at least give him his maneuver gear or something, but no. Just this weird little camera.]

[Jean sighs and takes a picture of Blitz, currently busy menacing a wild Pidgey. This is going to be a long weekend.]

[A sharp rustle of leaves in a nearby tree belied movement, and lo and behold, a slightly undersized Noivern had perched itself upside down in one of the upper boughs. Perhaps it had just evolved? It wrapped its wings around itself and screeched in various directions to properly echo-locate its position. It was... noisy, as its namesake implied. There was a grumbling, ill-manner to its tone, like it wasn't entirely pleased with its current situation. A habit it had picked up from its trainer, maybe?]

[It screeched right in Blitz' direction. Not on purpose, but it still might lower its defense a little.]

[Is that slang? It must be, and perhaps on another day she'd pursue it, but for now she's bigger fish to fry. Rosalind pulls a face in slight acknowledgement of Bertolt's bad day, and in deference softens her tone just slightly.]

Can you show me?

[Blitz jumps when it feels the screech hit his back. What? What?! Who dares disturb the mighty Death Ball and rain such insults down upon him? Such belligerence cannot be allowed to stand!]

[The Electrode whirls around, leaving the poor beleaguered Pidgey to beat a fast retreat, and starts buzzing furiously at the Noivern. You wanna go? YOU WANNA GO?!]

Blitz, leave it alone.

[Jean sets the camera aside and stands up, approaching his doucheball.]

You can't get up there to get him, might as well just leave him be.

[The Noivern eagerly turns its head and angles its ears directly at Jean when he speaks. It's eyes are open too, but its hearing is far, far better than its sight.]

[Is this some kind of joke? A Ditto or something? His trainer didn't fraternize with Electrode, especially not one so rude, or that made such an irritating buzzing noise. He screeched again, in Jean's direction this time, and wiggled its ears when the echo rang back at him.]

[...That can't be right! It was shaped just like his trainer too, right down to his nose. This required further investigation!]

[The Noivern cautiously flew down, from one branch to the next, until he wasn't just a fuzzy shape anymore. It looked right too... Even his smell was the same! What gives? The Noivern would get closer to nose around in his bag for his favorite Liechi berries, but that Electrode looked ready to zap! Why would you do this to him, trainer? :(?]

Right? After everything, he's needed this for a long time.

[Don't think he doesn't notice, and appreciate, you not freaking out. People usually raise their eyebrows at the very least.]

_{[At least it's not slang like gnarly. Thank the gods the only thing that he's picked up so far is 'hella', and even then he's trying to figure out when the best time to use that is.]}

Do you have any paper? Or, er... Anything that can be burnt? I don't want to let him loose on the town. ...I'm still paying off the damages one of my others did in Vermillion.

Here.

[It takes a bit of shuffling, but it doesn't take her long to produce a much written in notebook. Tearing a blank sheet out, she offers it to Bertolt.]

When you mention one of your others-- were they the same species?

Wait, Kimbley?! He wasn't an ex-military alchemist was he?

[it now occurs to her that maybe they got lucky all he tried to do was poison gas everyone.]

Gods, no. I think I'd be in actual jail if they were.

_{[Reluctantly, Bertolt finally pries his hand from Marcel's collar to take the paper, his fingers flexing a bit to get the feeling back in them. It's easy to forget how strong of a grip he has on something when he gets worked up like that. He's careful to fold it into quarters, just to give himself something a little sturdier to hang on to - he's never been afraid of the fire his Arcanine spews, at least not anymore.]}

My other one, uh... He... He's barely over a foot high.

*he has a pokemon horse that's always on fire with silvery-blue flames, not to mention all that crap with demons and goddess and such back home. A magical fire-fox is pretty low on the "weird" scale at this point, really*

That sounds like he must have been through quite a lot.

*and the kid, for that matter, but we can pretend we're only talking about the fox, sure*

That certainly sounds like him. Smug and sure of himself, too. Though he never did seem to know what to do with us.

[Haunter takes this opportunity to pull faces at the other two. This is how it makes friends.]

Shiro. And... thanks.

[Let him up, Kuro.]

[Rakka looks up. And up. My, that is a big fish.]

That, um... [She raises a hand, about to point out the obvious, until she realizes that it is indeed obvious.]

Well making friend with us is absolutely better then them wanting to eat us. [She smiles a bit too, trying to seem hopeful again, now that any apparent danger is nonexistent.]

What are they, anyway? They seem almost... kind of familiar.

T-that's okay! No one does - It's happened to me so many times that I'm used to it now.

[she shakes her head quickly. Aha, this is just her luck.]

My name's Rakka. And... I'm lost.

Oh! [She claps her hands together, eyes widening as everything starts to make sense.]

So then... this must be Giovanni's world! [She looks back at the giant bird following her. For the first time, she smiles at them.] And these are Pokemon!

They probably sell photo protectors in some of the bigger towns.

We're on our way to Goldenrod now, if you'd like to come.

[It's the least he can do to offer.]

Sion doesn't bat an eye at the Luxray, though that might have something to do with the Absol that's calmly but steadily watching things from his side.

"How hot do you need? And are you staying someplace that has a stove or microwave?"

Since the simplest matter would be to use something like that, he reasons.

His or similar! After all, there are plenty of worlds with cows, so why not worlds with Pokémon?

FOURTH WALL MINGLE LOG

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Jean Kirschtein | Attack on Titan

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