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Who: Melissa and whoever wants to put up with-- I mean, meet her.
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Mid-June
Summary: Melissa arrives in this new world and boy does she hate it.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing, most likely.

It has taken a few days for Melissa to wrap her head around what the hell has even happened. She's not in her home. She's suddenly not a vampire (and boy has that taken more adjustment than she thought it would). She has two creatures following her around that can only say their names at her.

It's kind of a lot.

By the middle of her first week, she's sick enough of the orientation bullshit that the first chance she gets she just heads out into the city. She has no money, so she can't even go to a bar or anything (well, she could- she's good at getting people to pay for her drinks even without magic), but she very much has to get out. She's not really a park kind of person, but it's what she's got right now, so she's just walking for the sake of it. And since she's trying to get out some frustration, she's basically power walking through the trails. It is clear that she's... agitated.

It's not really helped by the fact that the Purrloin insisted on coming with her, easily keeping pace with her. ...It's at least not as annoying as the other one. If you're the type to chat up a particularly aggressive walker, then by all means do so, but even if you want to avoid her you might not be able to. Give her so much as a lingering look and she notices. "Can I help you?"

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Honestly Tyler wouldn't have given the woman a second glance - he's got working eyes, he sees her ~~crazy~~ aggression just fine - if he hadn't noticed Isis staring far too intently at her, and her having chosen to translate the woman's words at him.

So, he's been locked in, apparently.

He gives Isis a pat, coaxing her out of projecting his thoughts for one hot minute, and instead just. Signs at her. The exact phrase being 'I don't know, can you?', but he's curious to see what reaction it gets.

Melissa gives him a very blank stare to start. She recognizes sign language, as in, he is clearly doing a thing with his hands and not talking, but she doesn't know a goddamn thing in it. Not even the alphabet. It was not really a priority in public schools in rural Virginia and even if it was, she probably would have forgotten it all by now.

"Uh..." She might be kind of a bitch, but she at least knows better than to be a dick about stuff like that. And the desire to at least appear proper takes the wind out of her angry sails for a second. "I can't-- I don't know sign language. ...Sorry."

Yeah he's not actually too surprised. He gives Isis another brief pat, and when he starts signing again the words are transplanted directly into Melissa's mind.

I don't have a problem if you don't plan on making one.

Melissa can't helped but stiffen when the voice is planted in her mind. Oh, she does not like that at all, a little too close to what her sire did in the short time they were in contact. It's probably a good thing the Beast is currently absent, or she might do more than have a more tight expression.

"I swear I'm never going to fuck get used to this place," she mutters, more to herself than to him.

Unfortunately the bird has sharp ears.

This is less of a 'this place' thing and more of a 'me specific' thing. I'm deaf and no one else knows Auslan. Country boys make do, you know? There's a dry smile on his face as he signs that last bit. I'm Tyler.

"...Melissa." She can't quite bring herself to say 'nice to meet you' because this is very uncomfortable, but she can at least maintain most politeness. "So your..." She gestures at the Pokemon, still unsure what the current way to refer to them is, "...does this for you?"

My Natu, yes. Isis is a psychic type Pokemon, I've been training her to do it for the last... He glances away briefly. Three months, almost. So, a very sardonic congratulations are in order. You're probably going to be here for a while.

Isis's unwavering gaze turns to the Purrloin briefly, drawing Tyler's attention to it too. And you're going to want to keep an eye on that thing. They're little shitheads.

"I'm definitely getting that impression." She knows she's not supposed to really mention that she started with two, so she won't mention the Other One. "So you're one of the people who got dragged here too, huh?"

Correct. And I assume you've only been here for a week or two, tops. He would comment on how that's an impressive feat, but with Isis's very specific interest and his own growing suspicions, he's starting to suspect that it might be more than that.

"Less than, yeah." And she is very much not adjusting well, which... given that he can already probably tell she's a high strung and Serious person he can almost certainly guess.

Like recognises like. And it's only confirming his suspicions; you can't get to Goldenrod in a week without either help or starting there.

I guess if you have any questions about all this shit, you're welcome to ask me.

But he's also going to have Isis try and peek into her mind a little, to see what kind of surface thoughts the Natu might pick up on.

"Unless you know how the fuck to get out of here, not sure how much will help." So far, it seems no one has that answer, so she's shit out of luck.

As to surface thoughts, Melissa is not currently hiding a great deal. She's definitely being polite, the whole psychic bird thing freaks her out a bit, reminds her too much of Magic Bullshit though what kind of bullshit she's used to is not front and center. Natu may definitely get the impression that angry is about the only emotion Melissa is currently comfortable dealing with, though.

Magic Bullshit is very interesting, and that particular thought is what gets sent back to Tyler for cross-examination.

Unfortunately, no-one's really found a way out yet. Most people's personal magic has been turned off, or they've been turned human, so if you've got anything up your sleeve there you're shit out of luck.

Melissa had noticed that, but she won't say as much. Though if Isis's still listening then it doesn't matter if she says it or not.

"Is that a common problem?" At least if it's all be turned off it means there's less of it to deal with.

Not as such. It's not unlivable here for the people who need them to do so, but it's weird for everyone involved. ...eh, might as well tip his hand. It was for me, being turned back into a human.

"Bac--" Well. That certainly gets Melissa's attention. She definitely understands the feeling, but can't decide if it makes her more or less wary. "...Back from what?"

He meets her surprise with an even patience. He's waiting for more of a reaction before he passes judgement.

How familiar are you with the concept of changelings? People that got taken by the Fair Folk?

"...Not remotely." Melissa's run into a lot of things in her time, but that one's new. "Taken? You were kidnapped?"

Kidnapped by Irish-style eldritch fairies and transformed into a magical creature, is the short story. It was... highly unpleasant.

Let's just not make a big deal out of that.

So I wasn't human for a while back in my world, until I got taken here and was very abruptly changed back. I started in Goldenrod too, actually.

(If he's right, at least. Otherwise he has excuses.)

"...Huh." Really, that's a reaction to both pieces of information; Melissa has excuses for being in Goldenrod now but she knows that showing up here generally means one thing. She huffs, blowing a bit of her long hair out of her face. "Guess we had pretty similiar arrival circumstances, then."

She is not just talking about the Rockets, either.

Too bad there's invasive little Natu hanging around. Which looks away from Isis for a moment to look up at Tyler, and tilt its head curiously.

I imagine so. Training's hell, isn't it?

But there's a curious look on Tyler's face too, an eyebrow microscopically raised.

Melissa snorts. "You're not kidding. Probably the worst training I've ever been put through, and I've had some shit training sessions."

He gives a proper smile then, sly as it is. It's not easy being a Rocket.

It's a big fucking gamble. He's only working on assumptions, not evidence. But if he's wrong, worst case scenario he does his damn job and robs her blind of cash and memory.

"I'm definitely getting that impression."

It's at least probably safer for him to sign and or think it than her to say it. Hence why she hasn't said the actual words. "Does it get less shit?"

Oh good, that solves a lot of problems.

Once you've finished with 'mandatory training hell', as Steven insists on calling it, you've got pretty free reign on what kind of criminal you want to be. There's a lot of internal services you can get a part or full-time job in, but if you don't want to get a job then you just need to hand in at least one level fifteen Pokemon a week, and they don't bother you.

Uuugh... the idea of being a criminal just rubs Melissa the wrong way. Especially since it's so very, very blatant. "I think, given the circumstances, I would much rather get a job," she says dryly as she glances down at her Purrloin. She understands how to catch Pokemon but... god it feels stupid.

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