[open] I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions

[silky_bearing]

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

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.

Comments

[silky_bearing]

"Heavens, no. Mister Whiskers has made enough of a nuisance of himself that he's been getting treats one for one with everyone else's pokemon I think." He sighs shaking his head and only rolling his eyes when the feline in question conveniently swats him in the head with a lazy flick of his tail from his perch on the back of Lorenz' seat.

"I appreciate the offer though, Ashe." Lorenz does his best to look apologetic. At once not wanting the archer to go out of his way but also feeling guilty denying any part of his hospitality. "You really needn't get a special teacup just for me, either."

There's no need for that. It isn't as though he's going to be here half so often as the others. He wouldn't dream of imposing on them, not when they already have so many others they're looking after. People in far more need than himself.

Still he does take the purple cup with a flicker of a smile, lifting it for a moment to simply savor the warmth of the cup and the scent of the tea.

[freckledarcher]

"Well, if you ever want any food for Mister Whiskers let me know. I've been getting really good at making treats and food for our little friends here." Ashe sipped his tea before lowering it with a reassuring smile. "It's not a problem, Lorenz. I know things can be really new here, especially when getting used to this new place."

One of the things that took longer to get used to is not having to prepare any weapons for battle. Now he's grown used to it along with other things that come with this new world. Lorenz wasn't imposing! Ashe wanted to make sure he was comfortable as possible. He couldn't help the small smile on his face when he saw the one on Lorenz's face from the tea cup.

"You know, this place has quite the tea selection. Every area has a certain tea that's part of their specialty drinks. I'm going to pick some more up when I go back to the store. I could show you the store one day, if you'd like?