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Who: Keith and residents of Sevii Island
Where: Sevii Islands
When: Throughout March
Summary: Keith is new and has to meet whoever's been looking after his friends. Probably specific log starters later in the month who knows.
Rating: G? Probably PG? We Just Don't Know

A. Do You Wanna Ride?

The little bit of sleep he got at Cherrygrove didn't really prepare him for the flight over. Sure, the speed and actual flight itself didn't bother him much, but the length of time it took wore him down again. Maybe a solid day of sleeping would do some good. Keith watches the change in weather as they get to the islands. He's accepted this is real and not delirium. But it doesn't stop astounding him. This is where they've been all this time.

The minute he's landed, Keith is getting his litten out of its ball. He hadn't wanted to put her back in there, but it was the best way to travel with her over this long a distance. But they're out and about on the beach, exploring the immediate area on the way to the house and getting a look at the island.

B. Hidden in the Sand

So, after a solid eighteen hours of sleep, Keith feels a little refreshed. Enough to explore a bit further. The water is .... okay, but not really to his liking. So Keith goes the opposite direction, inland and to the trees. His litten seemed insistent to walk before him, listening in for anything. It's almost cute.

"Come on, I'm sure there's nothing out here." If Matt and Shiro both live out here, it's bound to be safe. Probably.

Except when there absolutely is. Litten stops and arches her back, growling when there's a rustle up ahead. Keith wishes he had his knife, but there's only so much you can do against -- a ball? His shoulders drop a little as he watches this red-and-white ball roll closer, then stop. Then turn to face them with an actual face. And then there's a second. And a third, fourth.

He's already losing count.

"Uh."

How are you supposed to wrestle a ball?

C. First Transition

If Keith isn't outside or asleep, he's in whatever common room is set up in the house. Studying was never his strong suit, most of it going over his head. He's better at practical application, learning things by doing. But in this case, that would only get his litten hurt. Not something he wants to risk. So Keith will try things the nerd way: sitting and reading, trying to cram all this into his head and keep it there. Pokemon, pokemon types, pokemon skills, pokemon natures, and abilities and levels and evolutions - it's a lot.

And he's only gotten through what he's been able to record on the island itself, which isn't much. He growls looking through the dex, his little lifting her head only to lay down again.

"This is stupid."

It'd be better to just walk out the door and do this himself. But that soft purring against his leg on the couch is the only thing keeping him from doing it.

[ooc; if you'd like something specific, let me know and I'll toss up a starter! Going to be using this throughout March.]

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Hunk is a mix of anxiety and sheer excitement. While he is super, duper glad to have Keith here in this strange world with Shiro, Matt and himself, he is also nervous about the whole part where the other teen doesn't know anything about Voltron. Or all the trials and adventures they've been through together. If he dwells too much on it, part of him becomes rather sad about the whole thing.

After all, they had spent so much time together in space, as part of team Voltron. For Keith to not know about any of that... Shaking those thoughts out of his head, he instead focuses on what he can do here instead. If they were able to become buddies back home, they could certainly forge a new friendship here in this world as well!

When Keith first makes it to the island, Hunk is out training with his team. By the time he's gotten back to the home they all share, Keith is dead asleep. Something Hunk definitely approves of considering he did much the same when he first arrived at the island himself. While his soon to be re-friended buddy catches some good Z's, Hunk gets his team to help him make a little welcoming card for Keith. They all sign it, even though Chuchule almost sets it on fire with her flamethrower attack (why that was her favorite, Hunk will never know).

So, whenever Keith finally does awaken, he will see a hand-drawn card of Hunk and himself in their respective yellow, and red paladin uniforms. Next to Hunk is the yellow lion and his rockruff Shay. With Keith is the red lion and his litten. Above them in bubble letters reads: WELCOME TO THE ISLAND KEITH!

Inside the card is a cartoonish drawing of Voltron itself with a little welcoming note: I know we come from different points of time, but I know we'll be best bros in NO time!! Whatever you need let me know. I'll do my best to help :)

Your Soon To Be (Old) New Friend Hunk!!

Should Keith venture out into the house, he will find Hunk either in the living area trying to keep K.J. the Aron from eating something he's not supposed to, or trying to train Chuchule to stop smacking others.

Keith was given the "Aron room", whatever that meant. But it was a room he could close the door to and it had a mattress, so it's as good as his futon back at the shack. At any point when Hunk came in to put the card down, he was still sleeping fully dressed, shoes and all, fitful and his litten curled up with him trying to help.

He does wake, though. About a day later to his litten headbutting him. She's hungry, she wants to move, she wants to do things. He's distracted and almost misses the card, except when she sits right by it. Like saying no you're seeing this first. He picks it up and looks it over, eyes adjusting to the writing and the drawings.

"Oh jeez..." From Hunk, that teammate he's supposed to know. That looked so sad when Keith didn't. If he went to this much trouble, Keith must've really made an impression on the guy.

Keith takes a breath and folds the card up to put in his back pocket before he steps out to the main area. Litten skips a few steps ahead of him, then bounds back trying to hurry him up. "All right, all right. Just... Hold on, I don't know where anything is."

He stops in the doorway to the living area, seeing the big guy there and not really recognizing at first. But then it does, the video conversation.

"Um. Sorry, I-- uh. Hunk, right?"

You know what?

Sometimes pokemon are as dumb as people. Meaning, they don't notice when things change. They don't expect to waltz into their trainer's room and not find their big dorito-shaped trainer not in his mattress bed. Blue, the newly evolved Gallade, just saunters right on in, carrying an entire hammock over his narrow little shoulder. Look, Shiro told him to go find one, so he did.

... he stole it out of someone else's yard, but that's beside the point.

Only to stop dead in the doorway when it's clear that is not Shiro on the mattress-floor-bed. He sort of sideways shuffles over. Darts around the sleeping human. Who even is this?

And so, taking a page out of the book he was named after, Blue... proceeds to poke the sleeping Keith.

With one ridiculously long arm.

It's about two in the morning when Matt comes in, hair messy, sand covering his shoes, but grinning to himself in the stupid way he does when he's pleased with himself. There's a tiny ghost on the top of his head, wearing what might be a Voltorb costume, Kerberos rolling behind him. He looks every bit an absent-minded professor.

When he gets in, Mimi, the Mimikyu floats down to the floor to sit on Kerberos, quietly watching the newcomer in the house. Matt walks over, glancing at Keith's work.

"Well, look at that. He has figured out how to open a book." It's fond, he swears.

Edited 2018-03-05 15:08 (UTC)

The arrival of a new Litten in the house cannot pass by without a proper inspection by one of the resident Incineroars. And here comes one now.

Magellan slinks around the couch on all fours --which yes, looks absolutely every bit as ridiculous as you expect it to-- his ears twitching forward in interest. Not towards Keith, mind you. The human gets a short glance over before being dismissed. Too short and skinny looking, probably no good for wrestling. No, Magellan's interest is on the little Litten. His whiskers twitch as he approaches, his head held low so it is more or less on eye-level with the other little cat, a rough rumbling purr building in his throat.

Keith, please enjoy your first encounter with the 6 foot tall muscle beast your small cat will one day turn into.

Gallade happens to catch Keith during one of the better hours of sleep. Which means it takes him a minute or so to realize something's poking him. He lays there for another minute after. Maybe it's just some desert critter getting into the shack again. Probably a piece of board that got loose that he'll have to get up and fix.

But it doesn't stop, and the longer it goes on, the more awake he is and the more irritated. Keith finally groans and moves to start sitting up.

"Ugh... what is... that..." He looks over and. This isn't the shack. And that's not a desert critter. His eyes are a little wide at the Gallade.

"Uh... Can I.. Help you?"

Keith's head is low, between the books and his gear, trying to look at everything. How do nerds do this. He's been ignoring the other pokemon (except Litten, but then again, it's hard to ignore a cat sitting on pages you're trying to read) and not paying much attention.

But the words are so nostalgic, it takes a second to remember where he is. What's happened.

"Funny. Figured out how to get out of a headlock yet?" It's all in good jest.

Keith's been sitting in the couch, reading through the gear - the network, the actual information, his own personal inbox trying to figure out how it works - but the sound of someone coming gets his attention. That and his litten perking up at the strange pokemon.

Keith looks down and. And that's big. He's big. "Uh--"

Litten doesn't seem bothered. More curious than scared and leans in to sniff at Magellan. If Litten isn't scared, then ostensibly, he shouldn't either. But it's still so... uneasy. Seeing it. "...Hi?"

Litten gives a little noise and gently bats at Magellan's nose. Then half a jump back to wait and see what it does.

Hearing the voice suddenly startles Hunk, and he jumps a bit with the hefty little Aron in his hands. Once he sees Keith, he smiles and makes his way over to him, K.J. grunting a bit.

"Keith, hey! Good to finally see you up and about. I was starting to get worried you were sick or something. How are you feeling?"

Keith looks at the Aron first because what is that. Then the words hit and he looks back to the room, then to Hunk. He's not about to tell this guy worried that he stayed up for about thirty hours straight and then crashed.

"I'm... Okay? I think. Not sick." He takes a breath and looks Hunk in the face. This guy just... radiates friendliness. How did he ever get to be friends with someone like this? He wonders about that. Keith holds out one hand for him to shake.

"Just waking up."

Matt can't help but laugh, smirking a bit.

"Actually, I have. I'll have to show you one of these days. Someone actually taught me to fight."

He moves, sitting down beside Keith, and glancing at the books. "I haven't been here that much longer than you have, but... I could try to help, if you have specific questions."

"Someone taught you how to fight."

He definitely wants to see that one day. He knows he can take on Shiro in a near-even match (Shiro beats him out on size and body strength alone), but Matt? He'll need to see it before he believes it.

The matter at hand though... He picks litten up and sets her down despite her offended cries. "I don't even remember what I was originally looking for. But I guess... Better ways to take care of her?"

"Hey, I'm a rebel now." And a space hobo. "Have to be able to hold my own."

Kerberos rolls over and chitters cheerfully, as Matt reaches over to pet the Litten.

"Well, brushing, I know, and well, she is a kitten." Matt smiles a bit. "Looks like she likes you, though."

A rebel? He's still missing a lot of this story. He needs to sit the two of them down (and Hunk, he has to remember Hunk here) and talk about everything. But he watches the litten sniff at his hand first, then rub against it.

"Right... So. I've never had a pet, ever? Not really sure what all a kitten needs."

Starting from square one, pal.

"Oh, whoops. Ok. First thing to know is make sure they have what they need. Food, water, and somewhere to pee. We're fine on food and water, and I'm sure Litten here can take care of her business by herself."

He glances from the firekitten to Keith. "Also, just... spend time with her. Let her play for a while, or, well, uh, fight things."

"She isn't fighting."

All it took was one unhappy battle on the way to Cherrygrove for him to decide that. Seeing her hurt about wrecked him worse than he'd let on. His eyes are glued to litten rubbing against his hand, pawing at his lap. She's too good for this world of fighting animals, dang it.

"I can play with her, though."

Matt raises an eyebrow, and Kerberos chitters a laugh. Mimi floats up to sit on Matt's shoulder again.

"Well, she might have something to say about that, but playing with her is good." Matt smiles, thinking for a moment.

Keith takes a second to really wonder how he can tell an animal is laughing at him. But it doesn't matter really. He can tell Matt is thinking something though. That face never changed.

"Something on your mind?"

Blue, as it turns out, was named very, very well.

No sooner does Keith so much as move than the Gallade is leaping into the air with his odd, shrieking cry. Flailing those long arms around. This is not the person he was expecting. Not even close.

Blue ends up about a yard from the mattress, holding out a sword-like arm, chattering in the pokemon version of "WHO THE %$@# ARE YOU".

Gallade does his shriek, and Keith has his hands over his ears, backing away and curling into himself.

"Hey-- Come on!" He almost can't hear himself until the cry stops. He growls under his breath (and is there really any way to tell Keith isn't a feral cat himself? Hard to tell some days) and glares at it.

"What the heck are you?!"

There's a lot of ridiculous gesturing on Blue's part. And chattering. All of which pretty much amounts to what the heck are YOU?

At... the same time Keith asks it.

Blue shuts up. Glowers. And then starts squeak-chattering again. Because what the heck "I ASKED YOU FIRST!"

This thing is being rude and not only waking him up, but shouting at him! After waking him up! Rude! Keith's tone is drawn out, annoyed, and sounding like he's trying to talk to a brick wall.

"I don't! Knoooow what you're saaaaying!"

Blue jerks his head back. (Also did you know Gallade are like five feet tall? I sure didn't.) He looks completely and utterly offended. As if Keith has just somehow insulted his nonexistent mother and called dishonor down upon his cow.

So... naturally... the Gallade does the most mature thing possible.

Which is to chatter right back at him. In the same tone Keith just used.

I don't! Knoooow what you're saaaaying!

Moving a hand to imitate a talking mouth.

Okay.

Okay. He can tell when he's being insulted. Keith's metaphorical hackles are up and he gets to his feet, only a little taller than the Gallade itself. Litten is nowhere to be found, so she won't see this happening.

"Say it one more time."

He doesn't understand what was said, but he knows it's insulting him. He's tired and cranky and still confused as hell what's going on, but try him, you lanky weed.

Blue ... well. Blue doesn't have the kind of cheeks to puff up like humans do. But he sure tries. He takes a step forward. Even in all his teenage rebellion, he wouldn't actually hurt a human. But he's seen Muscle Man and the Incineroars wrestle all the time. This can't be any different right?

So... being the pinnacle of Gallade breeding...

Say it one more time, he mimics. Except, you know. In Gallade.

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that's too cute wtf

WILDCARD... A ish

C-ish (Also, excuse you, there is a space hobo too.)

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oh I had him as the rebel leader but sure that works

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I was being a butt, actually.

OH I SEE

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