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victory_road2022-01-15 05:27 pm
silky_bearing) wrote in victory_road2022-01-15 05:27 pm
[open] I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions
Who: Lorenz Hellman Gloucester.... and anyone willing to deal with him
Where: Mostly Vermillion and... Around?
When: Jan+
Summary: Catchall for arrival and sorting out what the heck is going on here
Rating: R - likely talk of violence, war, possibly blood experiments, genocide, etc. Fun Femblem themes
Log:
Around Town
Toge what now?
Femblemtroika House
Where: Mostly Vermillion and... Around?
When: Jan+
Summary: Catchall for arrival and sorting out what the heck is going on here
Rating: R - likely talk of violence, war, possibly blood experiments, genocide, etc. Fun Femblem themes
Log:
Around Town
Lorenz can be found exploring the city in... well just about everywhere, really. There is so much here that is new and novel for him. Electricity, indoor plumbing, never mind the pokémon aspect of it. The technology is so advanced and Lorenz is precisely the type of stuffy no-nonsense person to legitimately sit down and read through instruction manuals.
Whether it's staring at the drink menu of a café in wonder or sitting down somewhere to read through the Breeder's Guide that was in his bag (sometimes even the Gear manual) every other thing seems to have him stopping to watch how things unfold. He tries his best to be polite, to not stare outright, but even at his best there is only so much he can do. when dealing with so many new things. So it's hardly surprising when he eventually catches your eye, looking absolutely flabbergasted.
"Is this.... ah- common here?"
Toge what now?
The arrival of the togepi swarm is his first encounter with wild pokémon intruding on urban spaces and at first he is a bit terrified to move lest he ens up tripping over the little things that seem to be everywhere. "Certainly a new meaning to the phrase walking on eggshells." murmured to himself with a faint smirk of amusement.
But then the skitty he got from the nice lady in New Bark Town is pouncing out from under his chair and onto the nearest little yellow orb and Lorenz is suddenly scrambling after him with a shout of protest.
"Mister Whiskers!!" Oh no. He doesn't want to let this little pink furball hurt the poor thing.
Someone... might want to help him out with this whole "battle" thing.
Femblemtroika House
There's so much to take in that he's reeling with the volume of information very quickly. So many people that he knows but in no meaningful way and the one he does has been here so long and there has been such distance between them that he feels as though he needs to learn him all over again.
It doesn't help him feel any less unmoored than he already does.
He finds himself returning to a seat near a window that overlooks the yard, a cup of tea cradled in his hands, Mister Whiskers slinking up onto the arm or back of the couch, moving with the sun. If left to his own devices Lorenz will spend much of the first few days nursing too much tea, staring into the middle distance, caught up in whatever strange turns his mind is taking. Sometimes a small leatherbound journal will appear from a pocket as well as a delicate glass dip pen. Though his mind seems to wander away from him and there are bold ink spots on both the page and his fingers before long.
Inevitably, when someone passes through the room, he looks up, seeming startled to find someone else nearby every time and though he is always polite, offering a greeting and asking after their wellbeing, there's something distinctly off putting about his response. A tension whenever he sees someone, something almost skittish in the way he holds himself, the way his grip tightens on his pen or his cup trembles ever so slightly.
He can hardly recall the last time he saw so many different people so often and so many of the faces here were far from welcoming when last he saw them.
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"Another trainer's Staraptor attacked you? You, not your cat?"
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"What?!" Strained and astoundingly guilty sounding but he clears his throat and turns back to face Felix, cheeks already coloring with shame despite himself.
"Of course not. I simply... must have been-" A vague wave of his hand, sleeve slipping down to hint at just how much of his arm is bandaged, trying to be dismissive and failing miserably. He's not as bad at lying as, say, Ferdinand but he's by no means convincing either. He's far more equipped to redirect conversations before they even reach a point where he'd have to lie but everything here is such an unknown he's done nothing but staggering into traps. "... in it's way."
"Mister Whiskers hasn't left the house. He's made quite fast friends with Tiramisu, you know. Must be where he gets all this troublesome behavior from." Hahahaaaaaaa have an inane distraction, Felix.
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Lorenz visibly deflates at that, shaking his head a little. "You all have done so much, it was a simple misunderstanding and the last thing I want to do is trouble you further. Byleth treated the worst of it when it happened. There's nothing more to be done."
He doesn't want to cause trouble or have the others worrying about him. He's already enough of a mess from his recent death never mind them thinking he's incapable of going out into the city without being somehow victimized.
Maybe that's what it comes down to. He just doesn't want to be treated like some fragile thing that might shatter with too much pressure.
"If it's all the same to you... I'd much prefer you explain this supposedly normal behavior. It seems I have had a distinct misunderstanding."
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It's not that Felix doesn't care, or that if Lorenz did want protection he would dismiss it out of hand, but he knows what it's like to be treated like a fragile thing that might shatter, and he despises it. So he sure as hell isn't about to treat anyone else that way.
"Anyway, like I said, it's instinct for most Pokemon to battle each other because it's the only way they can progress through their natural life cycle. They become stronger, learn new techniques, and many of them evolve into new forms. None of that can happen if they don't fight. Some of them choose to stay as they are for themselves - one of my cats has done so - but most of them want to reach their full potential. And most want trainers to help them do it; a trained Pokemon grows much more effectively than a wild one, and they enjoy partnering with humans."
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That's the point Lorenz. Don't take his toy.
"Natural life cycle? Really?" He... hadn't really read far enough to get to the whole evolution thing? It had seemed harmful, given what he knows from Fodlan, and he'd wanted nothing to do with it. "I was under the impression it was..... similar to raising dogs for sport."
The kind you train and condition and starve to make them cruel and a better fighter. But this really sounds a lot more like training horses. Teaching the animal how to use their natural gifts to excel and, while he's certainly seen horses used for racing that were abused, he has not personally met a single horse that was not happier for the work it was capable of. But still those were both domesticated animals, creatures humanity had bred into those roles. That these wild creatures would be so naturally inclined to teamwork...
"To find wild creatures so capable of teamwork with human beings is... strange, you understand. But fascinating." Another look down at Mister Whiskers. "Is that why you keep getting into trouble? Are you... well... are you bored?"
Hey look he's starting to get it. And Mister Whiskers is clearly going to help by papping at the pokeball in his hand that still has that togepi in it. Gib Toy.