[ The camera steadies out, bobbing less while the Tentacool decides what to show. Right now, the shift goes toward the Gogoat still watching, blinking slowly up at the Tentacool. The Gogoat's carrying gear, but not looking too laden down. She looks content where she is, nestled amoungst the grasses in the lee side of a tree. ]
Might help to point out the things which make it feel more concrete. Like our travel restrictions or our job limitations. How we can't own businesses, but in theory, can earn our way to a gym of our own in a separate league just for those of us from outside dimensions. How we might not... really seem to die, but I doubt we can reproduce, either. How anything other than this world's idea of normal human is nullified, changing species and abilities for people who arrive here.
[ The Gogoat turns her head toward Annie, who's still off camera. The egg in the Gogoat's nestled forelegs becomes evident again. ]
The markets and stores are stocked with meat, but there's no evidence of where it comes from. No one really eats pokemon, though you can. Legendary pokemon have immense power that can remake... who knows. Reality, probably, depending on who or what they are. They exist, or some number of them do, somewhere on this world. There are Pokemon born from the souls of people born to this world who've died in various unpleasant or unhappy ways. It's not common, but it can happen.
[ She sighs, because to her these are in fact weirdly stabilizing points, but they're also relatively useless and meaningless. She's talking with a kind of pointd cadence, letting the words flow, then winding down into a silence that's easier on her end.
She likes that the send children off to fight monsters. ]
We can't be leaders of their people, or police their people. We're refugees, and you see the evidence of it, along with our impermanence tempered by how a handful of us can linger for a decade. The people in the regions we're allowed in are accepting, even tolerant, but they're as capable of biases and prejudices based on familiarity. If most people are more trusting because their lives allow them to be, they're not persistently trusting. Crime exists here, it's just less... obviously violent than we're used to it being. And they send children off to travel on their own and fight monsters, gambling on them being able to bond well enough with a monster of their own to stay alive.
[ The camera's been lazily panning back to Annie, who's now got her Sobble friend riding in her hood, chin resting on her shoulder. Her messy bun's even messier than usual. ]
It's satisfactory, but not simple. Even if it's far too willing to believe.
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Might help to point out the things which make it feel more concrete. Like our travel restrictions or our job limitations. How we can't own businesses, but in theory, can earn our way to a gym of our own in a separate league just for those of us from outside dimensions. How we might not... really seem to die, but I doubt we can reproduce, either. How anything other than this world's idea of normal human is nullified, changing species and abilities for people who arrive here.
[ The Gogoat turns her head toward Annie, who's still off camera. The egg in the Gogoat's nestled forelegs becomes evident again. ]
The markets and stores are stocked with meat, but there's no evidence of where it comes from. No one really eats pokemon, though you can. Legendary pokemon have immense power that can remake... who knows. Reality, probably, depending on who or what they are. They exist, or some number of them do, somewhere on this world. There are Pokemon born from the souls of people born to this world who've died in various unpleasant or unhappy ways. It's not common, but it can happen.
[ She sighs, because to her these are in fact weirdly stabilizing points, but they're also relatively useless and meaningless. She's talking with a kind of pointd cadence, letting the words flow, then winding down into a silence that's easier on her end.
She likes that the send children off to fight monsters. ]
We can't be leaders of their people, or police their people. We're refugees, and you see the evidence of it, along with our impermanence tempered by how a handful of us can linger for a decade. The people in the regions we're allowed in are accepting, even tolerant, but they're as capable of biases and prejudices based on familiarity. If most people are more trusting because their lives allow them to be, they're not persistently trusting. Crime exists here, it's just less... obviously violent than we're used to it being. And they send children off to travel on their own and fight monsters, gambling on them being able to bond well enough with a monster of their own to stay alive.
[ The camera's been lazily panning back to Annie, who's now got her Sobble friend riding in her hood, chin resting on her shoulder. Her messy bun's even messier than usual. ]
It's satisfactory, but not simple. Even if it's far too willing to believe.