❝ I did not realize that there was a ‘game’ involving Pokémon, miss. ❞
The celebrations just stared the Night prior the real deal, it seemed that everyone in the city found it extremely exiting. She too, couldn’t blame then anyway, a once a year occasion to dress up and get extra candy. Personally back in Johto she never really got herself much involved, after all, the whole travelling took over her time. But now, she was in this city, and there was not many places she hadn’t seen before of it. So join people in celebration sounded quite fitting.
The trainer put on a a puffy Team Rocket hat, her custom was basically just that, she didn’t have much time to get it ready, and at least wanted for people who knew her to recognize her just in case.What else than this uniform she worn years ago. She had always known of ghosts appearing during the celebration. Not normal pokemon ghosts but the ones that actually did scare her. The whole atmosphere reminded her of Morty and how much he’d enjoy being in this city today specifically.
The city lights seemed to shine even more today, everyone outside giggling and enjoying themselves. But at times there were certain loners who would just stand under a light and look at people, acting like complete outsiders. Well, one of those seemed strangely familiar, yet still not someone she’d recall spending time with. Solving that perhaps it was better to approach them, since they happened to be tall, just in case, some ghost appeared she could hide behind them, right?
Like that the brunette skipped around until she found herself next to the male who’s gaze seemed to be lost in the distance, pulling by his sleeve to not surprise him too much. “Hey, why are you here all by yourself when everyone’s having fun?”
Customary measures for such unforeseen circumstances caused the king mass confusion, watching as others banded together towards a singular goal … ‘halloween’. Though he had been privy to festivals akin to the ongoing, costume-oriented holiday within his own realm, never had he seen such ghoulish designs intentionally portrayed. Was this what it was considered to be ‘normal’? To partake in crowded events, shrouded by disarray and falsified facades? If that were the case, N’s upbringing wasn’t so out-of-the-norm after all. Still, turquoise optics shifted from side-to-side in an effort to survey the area with an optimistic zeal, glint visibly showing in his naive wonder.
Led by his genial companion, Zorua, the pair maneuvered deep within the metropolitan’s corridors. The further he traveled, the more he began to feel out of place. Had he not gotten the memo to dress up for such a jubilating event? Then again, he was always poised as an outsider, watching the world’s entirety through a crystal lens. A small sigh escaped before spotting a familiar face amongst the crowd. A woman who seemed far more at ease amongst the hustle and bustle, subtly reminding him of his ‘friends’ back in the Unova region. Neutral expression soon shifted to a friendlier, warmer smile upon acknowledgement.
Making his way towards her direction, the cheerful woman approached him, immediately questioning his arrival out of concern.
“Hey, why are you here all by yourself when everyone’s having fun?”
❝ Ah, salutations miss … Kotone, wasn’t it? I never forget a familiar face. Greetings on this eventful evening. It’s quite a magnificent sight, wouldn’t you agree? ❞
Brow furrowed from his smaller, mischievous companion as he glanced at the female trainer - donned in Team Rocket’s clothing, something that the king immediately took note of, though he remained relatively quiet seeing as though she had been social with the Unova’s chosen hero. As the fox perched itself upon his shoulders, a small, playful sound emanated from it’s mouth. Tilting his heads, the royal conceded.
❝ Apologies … but I honestly can’t say I’m knowledgable of what’s occurring. Maybe you could inform me? ❞
❝ Why would he feel compelled to tell me such foolishness? I can’t say I honestly care about his ‘orientation’ … ❞
In the eve of midday summer—scorching weather, residents scouring about in an unorthodox manner around dilapidated buildings, and signs of new arrivals trying to find their way amongst the city streets, the enigmatic king stood in the heart of it all. Empty stares focused on the boy’s peculiar behavior, fixated on his stillness in the wake of the citizen’s momentum. Clearing his throat, the tall individual stood atop a make-shift soapbox. Stating with a defined sense of urgency, monotone words resonated as the young man spoke into the aether.
❝ Faith, ideals, perspectives… these are key components that help fuel humanity. With so many differing opinions and prospects, one may find it preposterously difficult to remain stagnant in their own frame of mind. Correct? ❞
Trenchant hues fixate on the flock of people surrounding, lowering his visage as his slender lips curved into a smirk. Opening both arms as if he were to embrace the hoard of beings standing before him, the heir further enforced his incoherent words with a solid proposal.
❝ Now that I have your attention, I would like to introduce myself properly. My name is N. I have resided within the corridors of Hive City for quite some time now. Aside from my personal observation of the ‘human experience’, I have realized the vast difference between opinion and fact. There are plenty of things in this world that are left up to speculation—which is why you have to filter through your own information.
If you would allow it, I have decided to provide my findings in an effort to gather more knowledge through your own experiences. Would anyone like to know? ❞
king-n started following you
trainers were certainly the joke, but there was the punch line. here’s to wondering if this one was actually belligerent enough to know a pokemon in a form that wasn’t as obvious.
he was greeted by a stare. no words, yet.
Menger sponge dangled loosely from the king’s pants as he halted his stride; both eyes narrowing at the sight of a woman with a peculiar appearance. For certain, she was no regular human …
❝ … . . May I be of assistance, miss? ❞
There was no adjusting to this place. Architecture aside, cultural differences aside, the corruption that ran rampant through even the city’s very core was far more than the young adventurer could co-exist with. She was only a small town girl; one that had ended up on a dangerous yet fulfilling journey, but the dangers she’d been exposed to held not a candle to the killing and collecting that occurred even in the brightest parts of this city on a daily basis.
Honestly, the girl who had rose to defeat the Champion, to conquer Team Plasma, to tame Unova’s legendary Pokemon — she was scared to even wander outside in the open, the darkness of this dimension having dulled her sense of adventure. The girl had been reminded of her place.
And yet she had no choice but to leave every so often. She lived underground, much to her dismay, and the sunlight was something she longed for. Food and other supplies could only be found on the surface as well, and with Gothita at her side she had two mouths to feed on the limited allowance the city provided her.
To make matters worse, Touko was lonely. She’d met other Pokemon Trainers from different parts of her own world, but not yet a single familiar face in their ranks. No Touya. No Cheren. No Bianca. No N. For all of her travels, she had never been with any of them for very long, but she still longed to see someone she knew. It would have eased her heart significantly.
She’d been walking to a convenience store on the surface when she heard her name called. The voice was familiar, and not in the sense that she’d heard it recently. No, it was nostalgic. Eyes wide, Touko spun on her heel energetically to find herself face to face with a young man that was a deal taller than her.
She could have cried at that very moment.
“You’re…" Was she dreaming? Was this some sort of cruel illusion? "You’re…" Her lower lip quivered as she took a step forward and grabbed onto his coat, pulling himself up against his body as she buried her face into his clothes. It was a little silly, but she wasn’t about to let him see those tears and this was the easiest way to hide them. The rest of what he’d said ended up going disregarded as her own feelings drowned out the words.
“It’s really you… N. Thank Arceus there’s someone I know here after all. I was so scared…" It was so different from her usual, cheery self, she wasn’t quite sure how he’d respond, but she couldn’t bottle things up completely.
His teal green eyes, gently gazing into his cohort’s with a small smile curved around the crevices of his lips. What a pleasant surprise it would be to find out that he made such a drastic difference in someone else’s life. Amongst the insufferable, manipulated ill feelings for human beings the man held, N’s true goal in life was to at least make the living quality of others sustainable. The enigmatic king’s hatred had dwindled considerably, causing him to become more or less perplexed by the inner workings of the human psyche. No matter how judgmental he wanted to be around the trainer in times past, he couldn’t be. She was one of the only people that saw him for what he was.
He did not expect the girl’s response at all, catching him off guard as she fired back:
"It’s really you… N. Thank Arceus there’s someone I know here after all. I was so scared…"
Dimmed eyelids widened as he finally came to terms with having friends—genuine bonds outside of the realm of Pokemon. For someone to care so much, it was both comforting and off-putting. After the hell he had put both trainers through, they truly wished him well… even more so than his own father.
❝ I could say the same. Far too many months have passed without a semblance of familiar faces… ❞
Ah, her frightened behavior was quite compelling, for someone who seemed to headstrong. No matter the shift in persona, N finally felt a sense of familiarity amongst the chaotic city, tossing his head back as his companion—Zorua—appeared alongside it’s master, perching upon his shoulder as it emitted a cry of excitement.
Hive City may have remained relatively tame, but the precocious adult felt that there was a sense of rebellion on the horizon, prompting his unprecedented return. Hanging loosely from his pants out front were small, deflated Pokeballs. His Menger Sponge jangled from his left pocket as well. Nothing had been substituted or left alone as far as his signature clothing, but his aura had been toned down considerably. Not much could be said about Touko either as far as appearances were concerned. As she buried her face into his clothing, N’s usual gaze lessened significantly.
❝ I am overjoyed to see you. As far as I am concerned, I have sustained no injuries since my stay in this city. That is not to say that this city hasn’t had it’s fair shares of scares since I was transported here. There are many things, places and people to be wary of. If anything, I suggest that you stick by my side until we find an escape. ❞
There was something about her that drew him in from the start. Fate would be a word for it. Attraction? Possibly accurate, but who knows for sure. Letting loose a lighthearted laugh, the king continued to beam. My, what a welcomed reunion…