[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.

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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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[nastyboy]

For a household like theirs, it's not unexpected for its members to suddenly go leaping out of the front door with gear packed and a flying Pokemon at the ready. If anything, it's become more expected than Dimitri would have thought it to be...

But that is perhaps the norm of this world: of finding a long lost friend, and rushing to help them in a way that one may or may not have been in turn.

Dimitri has no strong opinions on Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. He can say that much, at the very least. Certainly, he has some memories of him - that foolish bet with Sylvain, Mercedes' complaints about him as they practiced sewing together - but nothing definitive. Nothing like his and Marianne's quiet discussions together, for example.

He knows that it is a different matter for Claude. That even for how Lorenz may have acted towards him in his youth, that is no reason to assume it was the same even five years later, and who knows what things may have happened between them while Dimitri was alone in Faerghus' highest mountains and its lowliest slums? Nothing he feels that he is entitled to know about, really.

So Dimitri had let Claude go off, knowing it was important to him, and that was likely for the best. He himself has needed a lot of time to reflect on everything, even if... for different reasons.

But it has been a day, now, and Dimitri knows that there is no point in hiding away from it all. His greatest concern had been his inability to remember what terrible last words he said to Lorenz... but in that case, all he can do is apologize for the kind of thing he was before.

It's why he's a little slow at least as he goes to find where Lorenz is sitting, Tiramisu the Furret wrapped tight around his shoulders like a giant furry cape. It feels fitting, honestly, that one of Lysithea's pokemon is the one most determined to come greet Lorenz along with him. "Lorenz?" he says quietly as he spots the man, keeping his posture proper.

Likely, the man who he is now must be quite unfamiliar to Lorenz. While his hair has grown longer in the year he's spent in Johto, it's in a much better state in multiple ways, and the bag underneath his one good eye is no longer so heavy and dark.

Or maybe it's hard to get an accurate read of a man when he has a giant ferret around his neck and shoulders, who knows.

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[dejabrewed]

[ the angel was just coming out of a café with a cup of coffee when his eyes met lorenz's more frantic ones. and when he uttered those words, sandalphon knew he was a newcomer. he couldn't fault him for being so clueless, given how he was the same way when he first arrived. ]

Depends on what you consider common back home. Is everything vastly different from what you know?

femblemtroika house

[woofdad]

Grant is... not necessarily eager to talk to this guy, beyond their initial exchanging of names and greetings after Lorenz's arrival, based on what he's heard from Felix. He's not going to go into this assuming the worst about him, not based on, essentially, the knowledge that he was Annoying In High School, but... it also doesn't have him exceptionally excited to fling himself into getting to know him.

Especially not with how much social energy he feels like he's been expending lately. At this point, he's just tired, and that doesn't lend itself well to throwing himself into introductions with strangers he's starting with a faintly negative impression of.

...On the other hand, the man looks absolutely miserable, and Grant is... intensely bad at ignoring people who seem to be having a rough time. Even though finding any way to help is kind of difficult when he fully does not know the guy. In the end, all he's really got to go by is using context clues to find a topic to distract him with.

And there is one... very evident context clue to go by. He's barely seen this guy without a teacup in his hand since he's arrived. It... actually almost feels too obvious, like it might be patronizing somehow to bring up, but he supposes that might be the overthinking talking? Besides, it's all he has to go by.

"Uh... what kind d'you have?" He nods at the teacup. It's... it's something.

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[freckledarcher]

Ashe had been away with Ky to help him work off his urge to fight when he returned to the house to a text from Claude letting them know that Lorenz would be staying with them for now. When he came home he saw Lorenz sitting by the window. He remembered Lorenz from school. They didn't interact much in the time they were there, though he heard about him from Mercedes, even if it wasn't the best interaction. However, judging by the way he looked Ashe could tell it was much different.

When Ashe came back home he placed his stuff in his room while he tried to figure out how he could approach Lorenz. He continued to wrack his brain during his shower then again when he finished cleaning his pokemon. Well, he couldn't think of a way to do it without being too awkward, so his only solution would be to slowly approach him. Ashe walked back into the living room with Ky and his Mudkip, Loog, by his side. He gestured at Lorenz then turned to Ky.

"Be nice okay?"

Ky looked over at Lorenz turned back to Ashe with a confirming chirp. Ashe patted his head then made his way over. He gave a friendly grin and waved at him.

"Hi Lorenz, um, welcome! I was going to go get something to eat. Did you want anything? We have leftovers, I can order something, or I can make something for you it's fine. We have treats for your friends too. So, um, did you want anything?"

toge-piiii!

[bestswordmaster]

The area of the yard in which Felix prefers to train is out beyond the garden, so he's passing through with three of his Pokemon in tow when he hears Lorenz shouting at what is presumably a cat. Or something else with whiskers, he supposes, but Felix's mind defaults to cats.

He glances over to see the startlingly purple man running after a Skitty trying to battle one of the wild Togepi that are everywhere. ...he frowns. He told Claude he would keep his distance from Lorenz and avoid talking to him, and so far, he's been doing exactly that. But watching this is annoying...

His feet carry him closer before he thinks about it any further than that. He's accompanied by a shiny Tsareena, a shiny Rufflet, and a rather serious-looking Houndoom.

"What are you doing?"

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[crumbs_and_yums]

Annette keeps meaning to talk to Lorenz, she really does. But she keeps forgetting to set aside the time to do so, at least at a reasonable hour. She doesn't really know Lorenz all that well, but she does remember that he could be fastidious about propriety, and knocking on his door well outside of proper visiting hours would probably not go over particularly well.

Finally, she actually schedules some time to talk to him one afternoon, in bold letters and underlined: "TALK TO LORENZ"

She...doesn't actually check ahead of time to see if Lorenz is actually available at that time, but in this case, luck is on her side and he isn't hard to find, nursing some tea by the window, where she'd heard he was often found.

"Hello Lorenz! A very belated welcome! To, you know, this world and the house and all. Have you been settling in alright?"

She pulls up a seat across the window from him, so they can continue to stare out the window or look at each other, whatever his preference. Her Jigglypuff, Tritz, climbs into her lap to lazily soak up a little sunshine.