A quick cursory look revealed that no one else had cared to respond to the man’s inquiry.
Before the silence settled back down, he decided to speak up, “It seems to be a challenge of sorts, one that calls for testing people’s limits. The situations that ravage our day-to-day lives place so much stress upon our emotional capacities. —doesn’t it seem like they’re trying to break us?”
Pupils fixated on the boy who chose to respond, examining the individual’s disposition without so much as to speak a single word.
His own silence would soon fade as monochromatic, deadpan refrain escaped pursed lips, pondering aloud.
❝ Mm, that could very well be the case, although I have a feeling that they are conditioning us for a greater purpose. If they simply wished to push the civilians to their breaking limits, they have already achieved that purpose. Which brings me to my next question …
If that were the true reason, why are we still here? ❞
she’d always been leagues more exuberant than he ever had. though he stood tall and quiet like an empty vessel, her small stature was filled to the brim with words and ideas to spill forth into the world.
and just as every other sound had, an excited cry of the boy’s short name left her lips as quickly as her feet left the ground, and her world again filled with a happy sort of glow.
and she leapt forth to throw her short arms around his waist in a friendly hug, though the years between them had grown so vast she found it essential to cling tighter than was acceptable, if only to lose the distance between herself and the back she’d been wandering so long in order to chase.
( do you know how long i’ve been looking for you? and it’s good to finally see me again? i thought i’d never see you! )
( how are your pokemon? )
Teal hues gazed at the fiery woman, who latched onto him without forewarning. Brow furrowed, quirking in slight confusion. Albeit a king, he was not necessarily used to such outward displays of affection - especially when it applied directly to himself, which caused him to gaze for a few moments in pure silence.
As a result, he matched her enthusiasm to the best of his abilities, wrapping his arms around her frame as a subtle smile formed around the brim of his lips. Had his lack of presence caused such an uproar? Never would he have guessed someone to react in such a jovial manner towards himself.
… and yet, while enthralled at the realization of another from his own realm, his heartbeat quickened at the thought of another ally being ported within the nightmarish experiment.
❝ I did not know my absence left such a profound impact on you, Touko. My apologies - but the time apart was necessary for me. I traveled across regions to study Pokémon and become one with the world … although my time was cut short. ❞
❝ I still have my companions beside me. Zorua, Darumaka and Tympole have kept me safe. How are your allies? ❞
“You mean there are people who aren’t expressing concern over something like this?”
You know, friends and family getting kidnapped. Even she expressed concern over complete strangers getting kidnapped. Still, it was comforting to know that there was someone who expressed concern about this.
“N? What an intriguing name…” Did it stand for something? Or was it just an unrelated alias. Such a peculiar man…
“I have been here for almost a year now. I have done much observing and exploring. It is my duty to keep the people safe, to make sure no harm comes their way. By doing that, I must observe the place on daily.” As for his next words, she is silent. She has had many theories about this place, theories that have changed over time.
At first, she simply thought this was another world. But then came the glitch…
“… Do you think this place is real, N?”
❝ There are plenty who have found complacency in our particular situation. I, however, am not in the minority. ❞
A quiet calm exuded from the enigmatic male, keeping his eyes fixated on the woman before him, breaking his gaze suddenly, gripping onto the tip of his cap to shield his visage momentarily. Stoic in mannerisms, lanky build stood completely still as she continued to further explain.
❝ Interesting. I have been a resident of this city for nearly three years now. However, I have been avoiding the watchful eye of the city’s handlers. In turn, I’ve devoted my time towards gathering information. Still, certain things do not seem to make much sense … ❞
Slight groan escaped his mouth as she poised an unexpected question. In actuality, her train of thought was akin to his own. After the initial shock, the king leaned towards her and whispered.
❝ The guise of this ‘social experiment’ is cracking at it’s core. This place is beginning to unravel as a sea of illusion. Do what you may with this information, lady Lucina - but recognize that your suspicions are not as far fetched as you may think. ❞
“The number of citizens have once increased again… I wonder when they’ll stop this entire experiment…” She mused to herself before turning to one of the newcomers. She replaced the frown on her face with a smile, bringing her hand to her chest and bowing.
“Good day, my name is Lucina. If you need any help, I will do my best to offer you assistance.”
❝ … It seems as if I am not the only one who expresses such concerns. How comforting. ❞
Upon viewing the woman, teal hues expanded in visage as a courteous smile formed around the rim of his slender lips. Despite his peculiar look, it wasn’t often that he was directly addressed by another - let alone privy to the individual’s musings—in which he wholeheartedly agreed.
❝ Lucina? What an intriguing name. I simply go by the name of N.
If anything, you seem knowledgable enough to recognize the atrocities that threaten to plague this city - which is quite an impressive feat, I might add.
Tall, slender build maneuvered throughout the small mass of civilians who filled the evening streets. Teal irises fixate on a particular women—whom remained obliviously unaware of the enigmatic royal’s presence. Still, unknown intent behind his visage fueled the man’s forthcoming actions. Menger sponge loosely jangling from beige capris as the viridescent-hued youth continued to stride forth, bumping shoulder to shoulder with the blonde.
❝ … Apologies,❞ he lingered for an instant. Gripping onto the tip of his monochromatically designed cap, burrowing his facial features underneath the guise of his flap, only allowing his frazzled mane and clothing to be visible at this point in time. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, low, monotonous baritone resonated from pursed lips as he stood within close proximity of the regal female.
❝ … You are identified as Saber - correct? A noblewoman with an extensive history within the confounds of Hive City. A true hero - or, in this case, heroine.
Judging from the lack of movement, I would have to believe my guess is correct. After all, I’ve done quite a bit of research …
If so, I may have information for you to put to good use - if you simply choose to follow me. ❞
Beginning his usual stride down the streets of Hive City, the fallen hero had stopped dead in his tracks as his companion yelped out towards a brunette tucked into the crowd. Teal green eyes widened at the sight—could it be…? It had been months—possibly even a year—that rolled on by without laying eyes on the optimistic, protagonist-like heroine. Keeping a keen eye on the trainer that appeared before him, he began to murmur to himself.
❝ Touko…? ❞
There weren’t many moments where the boy showed vulnerability or compassion towards other humans other than his subordinates. For the first time in a while, he was beginning to feel ‘human’, a feeling that left shortly after his departure. After all, the king was simply a well-groomed vessel following in the paths of a higher power that he had known nothing about. In the midst of his initial ideals, there was little time for N to receive proper love and affection for himself. Everything was devoted to the cause while all else fell drastically to the waist side. Socialization was forbidden, and a seed planted within his life at an early age caused him to grow an esteemed amount of hatred for mankind as a whole. It’s fundamentals, decisions, behavior… everything about humans began to slowly revolt him.
Yet, he remained an innocent throughout the entire ordeal. How was it even possible? His childlike optimism kept him afloat despite his unfathomable circumstances. Although he was a young adult by this point, there was still a lot of soul searching that needed to be done. With Touko, his one genuine friend… he rushed forth, immediately tapping the young woman on the shoulder.
❝ T-Touko! My… how I’ve missed you, Unova, our journey. I began yearning for my home, wondering how everyone was since my disappearance. ❞
A smile curved around his lips, one that was sincere rather than judgmental. A side of the whimsical king in which he didn’t display often. He honestly didn’t like to show his emotions because, quite frankly, he considered himself to be overly emotional. Too passionate, to the point of his own father deeming him a ‘freak of nature’. Of course, he was misunderstood, but underneath the judgmental and cocky demeanor, he was a kindhearted—albeit foolish—boy.
❝ It looks like the world has been treating you well. You look even better than the last time I remember seeing you. ❞
Even if his demeanor was calm on the outside, he was filled with glee from within. Maybe they could end up reconciling their relationship and build upon the bond they were slowly fostering with each other. A new journey.
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? ❞
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? ❞
*grabs and gives a swift kiss* SORRY I HAD TO, I WOULDN'T KISS YOU ON PURPOSE PLASMA SCUM!
How awful, to be defiled in such a hastened pace. Instead of the regular, blushing reaction one might receive from such a gesture, the king simply lowered his gaze before letting loose a sigh, muttering to himself.
N, what one pokemon do you think would represent you the best. Could you explain your reasoning, please? ((to mun: I just want to say that you are my absolute fav N rp blog. You're so amazing!))
Taking a few moments to honestly think about what kind of Pokemon would best represent him, the prodigal youth stumbled within his thoguht process. There were so many to choose from - it was almost unfair!
❝ Such an intriguing question. In all honesty, I have never thought about the possibility of selecting a single Pokemon representing me. Throughout my journey, I have come to the conclusion that each individual Pokemon helps to make up the sum of the entire species. Each are different in their own unique way. For that reason, I don’t think that I could choose a single ally to represent me. ❞
[ … and you caused the mun to seriously blush. Thank you so very much my friend!! You are equally as amazing! ]
Who’s talking to her that was totally unexpected it appears she had awoken the ghost of N. Or maybe it was just the virus…who knows.
"I might or might not be a train—- hold on are you N? Because your girlfriend won’t leave me alone, can you please tell her to take her frisky butt away from me?"
Peculiar enough, the king simply stared in bafflement. He didn’t necessarily understand how the girl seemed to be so familiar with him. Whereas he would have immediately initiated conflict, mention of a ‘girlfriend’ tossed his initial agenda off.
❝ I… don’t have a girlfriend. Could you describe this woman to me? ❞
Lips formed into a faint frown at the commentary of her status, somehow feeling he did not entirely understand her own meaning. Actions of her past life were not performed for great popularity or ranks, only to follow the guidance of her angels to do His will. Mentally sighing, she had found it better to let him have the last word of the topic rather than have a continuous battle of meaning. Stubborn she may be, she knew it was better this way with a minuscule topic as her own self.
Eyes drifted down to the little ball of energy after a small nod in compliance, her palm ruffling a patch of hair atop his companion’s head. “Then I am glad I get to see one of many sides to him,“ she jested slightly in response. A part of her wondered if that was all he wished of her now that the creature had eaten a few of her offered treats, or if that was the only reason he had wandered to her. Kismet had wished them a swift meeting, one that she would still be thankful for as he had proven kind compared to many existences taking refuge in this city.
Yet it was the tug she felt on her hand that drew her attention back to him, spotting the coins he had dug from his pocket. She did not like to be drug around, thus her feet trailed behind him to match his own pace. Memories bubbled the surface of her mind, of the day she had been guided to a pyre destined to be set aflame. Reluctantly her hand returned his own grip, a half-hearted attempt to rid any of the bitter recollections that were bound to follow.
Focus shifted to his explanation for a moment, attempting to fathom what he might find beneficial from her knowledge. Watching a few buildings drift by, she did he best in indulging him with her findings.
“I am investigating in the peculiar occurrences as well, yet knowledge is limited e’en to those who have been entrapped for months,” the saint uttered, comfortable enough to reveal that much of her duty. “All I am aware at this current moment is those who participate in these experiments may be fortunate enough to regain something that was lost upon appearing here,“ lips pursed in thought of what it could possibly add up to. A shake of her head, ignoring a few bumps from passing citizens. “The core seems most important aside from any other location. None are permitted within and the walls cannot be pierced.“
A small pause after her elucidation, finding themselves turning into what seemed to be a store that he intended for their destination. Quickening her pace, she made sure she would not straggle as to keep herself from consuming more time than necessary.
Undoubtedly, N wasn’t very cultured in the ways of humanity quite yet. Mentally, it had been a conscious effort not to purposefully disconnect himself from the rest of mankind. Although he would not address it, the precocious royal could feel the slight disappointment permeating through Jehanne’s aura. His intentions were not to offend in the slightest, as the woman could probably tell based upon his meek mannerisms. For all of the mathematical statistics hardwired within his cerebrum, cultural differences were still a foreign concept to the manipulated king.
Keen, tea green orbs shifted to his sole ally in curiosity. Zorua had seemed to take an instant liking to the stoic individual before them, aside from the fact that she had offered assistance in aiding it’s empty stomach to replenish. To feel comfortable enough to even take the guardian upon her offer caused the Plasma heir to release tension at the realization that there had been a level of trust established. Was this woman meant to be a part of their plans from this point on? The enigmatic leader pondered momentarily at the possibility of cluing Jehanne into their limited findings in an effort to establish a sense of understanding between the both of them.
❝ I don’t mean to be so straightforward with you, miss Jehanne. But I cannot tip-toe around the subject for much longer. You seem different from those who I’ve had the pleasure of meeting within the city so far—although it may not be saying too much considering how disjointed everyone seems to currently be… ❞
A slight pause in his speech occurred, breaking his train of thought momentarily. His better nature spotted out the error lying hidden in his statement, recanting the foolish comment quickly.
❝ Apologies. I did not mean to imply that you, yourself, weren’t special. Please disregard that portion of my speech. ❞
Lowering his visage before adjusting his cap, his partner immediately ran up the young man’s back without warning as they both gazed at the woman. A certain heaviness overtook their dispositions before addressing the situation further.
❝ Your information checks out with all of my compiled information so far. However, in light of the recent occurrences, I have probable cause to believe that these ‘scientists’ may not be telling the full truth about their ‘social’ experiment. There are far too many things that don’t add up. The amount of violent acts—whether by the citizens or the head masters themselves—would have you believe that they are readying something far graver than any of us could possibly fathom. ❞
Platina looked at the green haired man and just stared for a moment. He had been walking behind her for quite some time but she knew he hadn’t been following her, after all this was a big city and people were walking in line almost all day, but Platina supposed the only reason she noticed him at all was because of his clothing. “Ahem, hello?” He was from her world, perhaps not the same region as she was but she’d know certain clothing from anywhere! After all her father and mother were terribly rich and they’ve brought home many treats for her from all over the regions.
“I hate to be rude and interrupt your… Walking I suppose but I feel as if we are from the same uhm…” She tried to explain this in a way where she wouldn’t seem odd, or crazy. “World?” Lightly Platina quirked a brow and examined his expression waiting for him to understand or not. “I am from Sinnoh and…By the looks of your clothing you appear to be from Unova?”
“I wish to introduce myself, as I am new to this city. You may address me as Lady. I am the heir to the Berlitz fortune and I assume that you will also inform me of your name as well?” Personally Platina had always wanted to go to Unova but to be fair after hearing the things that would go on in the region she decided to stay back; as if she didn’t already have a run in with a crime organization. She didn’t need another one that was for sure.
“I feel as if we will become good acquaintances. Since you look to be a gentleman.”
Trailing behind the woman aimlessly, the eccentric king kept quiet. Although he wasn’t following her directly, per se, N and his lone companion—Zorua—were hard at work gathering facts about the city. Granted, he was naturally a curious young man who would trek far out into the unknown to find answers if deemed necessary and beneficial to his cause. Unfortunately, the amount of unnatural occurrences within the metropolitan environment began to slowly but surely pile up—from the mild armageddon that took root over three summers ago to the recent event he took witness of featuring demonic silhouettes and poltergeists. For mere humans to possess such astounding abilities… sans the obvious prejudice, it didn’t seem to add up to N.
As he continued striding forward, his forward motion was temporarily halted by the sudden appearance of a young woman. First impressions were everything, and as he noticed right off the bat, the Pokeball insignia engraved in her hat was a dead giveaway of her origins. Although he wasn’t in tune with the differing ‘styles’ of each region, he knew that she probably did not hail from Unova from her appearance alone. Keen eyes locked onto the girl before him as his partner sprinted towards the trainer.
❝ I see. No need to say any more; I can tell from the Pokeball emblem on your hat that you are—indeed—from my world. ❞
The longer he stared, the more the Plasma king felt as though he had seen her before. Was there a sense of familiarity that she shared with the trainers he had grown so fond of? It had been so long since he found company from his own realm that questioning may have been pointless in the long run. Feeling his old urges rise at the realization that she was—more than likely—a trainer, N smiled and urged his own ally towards the girl.
❝ Greetings, Ms. Berlitz. My name is N and this here is my partner, Zorua. We do hail from the Unova region, although we have been residents of this town for much longer than intended.
I am overjoyed that you would find me suitable enough to bare the title ‘gentleman’! I have but one request - from the looks of it, you are a trainer—correct? Would you mind if I see your partner? ❞
Observations of her apparel resulted in the young knight to lift a limb, tugging gently at the deep purple fabric as if she were examining it herself for the first time. Reminiscent of the days her King had been kind enough to grant her family the luxuries of nobility, these clothes had not been to express that. Even the young mind of a girl in those hectic days understood what it meant to display a formidable opponent, to put on a display worthy than the tattered clothes of those bearing a status lower than a commander.
“Some may argue and say that I am, however I am but a Shepard’s daughter. No more nor less than that.”
Diadem chimed as her head tilted in reaction to the scene, feeling the weight of the food taken from her loose grip by the tiny creature. A part of her had found the ordeal amusing, looking down to watch it consume the treat with haste. Even a small chuckle escaped her lips, hand falling back down to her side at how easily the pokemon had claimed the gift for itself at their master’s approval.
Shaking her head, she waved a hand in refusal. “Do not apologize over such things! I was the one who offered it, no?“
A few steps forward took her to where the dark fox sat, moving to give him another pat on the head or two. Somehow she felt more at peace, being able to see something in a strangely innocent view amidst the chaos of this city. It had become something she could appreciate, even if it lasted for only a moment of time. Attention returned to the other, tying the handles of the bag gently to secure the contents. And, without hesitation, she extended it for the man she had been speaking with to take for himself.
“Take this, then. It is far from what one might call a proper meal, yet it shall keep you both fed for a day or two. It is the least I can offer.
As for your query, there are several places I have become acquainted with. The shop down the street is pleasant for groceries, yet there are several diners and restaurants that are scattered along the first and fifth sectors. There is bound to be a place that has what you look for.“
Outlandish apparel wasn’t anything unfamiliar to the king, nor was the lineage of her cause for dressing the way that she did. The answer was quite simple: she was a knight (or something along those lines), like so many members within his own group - Team Plasma. To uphold the pristine dignity of their respective orders, the title held much responsibility and mystique, for only those who have dedicated their lives to continue seeing righteousness and nobility prosper can truly obtain the title.
❝ There is no reason to downplay your status, miss Jehanne. I am not judgmental towards another’s lifestyle or beliefs. A… certain trainer helped me to understand the error of my ways. ❞
It was true. Back in his home region of Unova, had it not been for another destined hero’s interference, the naive man would have been yet another hopeless cause. A manipulated puppet dangling from his father’s strings. With his newer, liberated disposition, N’s cheerful nature shined through.
His partner, on the other hand, remained a burst of uncontrollable energy. It’s rounded snout pressed against the woman’s offered treats, flailing about wildly as it continued to eat. Although the king recognized the kind gesture, he still could not without acknowledging the sporadic behavior.
❝ Yes, that may be true. Zorua doesn’t normally act like this, so it must be due to hunger. Speaking of which… ❞
Lingering in his stare for a moment longer, N recognized that same innocent—almost naive—quality within her that had long since been a part of himself. Her actions showed that she had placed trust within him already, which was quite comforting to know. There were no ill intentions on his behalf, for he had turned over a new leaf way before his departure into the inner workings of the Hive.
Scrounging within his pockets, N discovered a few coins left over—enough worth affording them all a meal. Sliding down it’s master’s arms, Zorua began to lead the way. Grabbing the woman in by hand as they made their way towards the nearest store to prevent a loss amongst the spotty, disappearing crowd, the king stilled his breath momentarily before explaining in greater detail their current predicament.
❝ Truthfully, it is not that I cannot afford a meal for the both of us. It is due to the fact that we have collectively chosen to search out the strange occurrences within this city. As a result, we have been sleeping in and out of foreign locations and storage spots—gathering more and more information as we progress.
…I wouldn’t expect for you to chime in on the matter at hand, but is there anything you can say to attest to our current circumstances? ❞
“… I suppose you are right,“ a simple response presented with a slight smile to the stranger, eyes easing in thought. There had been a part that wished to disagree with his words, but she was not so stubborn as to deny the truth. Kindness was not as abundant as one would like to believe, displayed to her the very day she had perished in such a gruesome manner. Naivety, in the end, would wash down the drain quicker than anything else the more you truly experienced it, and most affability along with it.
Fingers clasped tighter around the bag she had nigh forgotten, plastic crinkling as an idea popped into her head. Hand reached in to pull out something she had purchased prior to the run in, a curious glance between both figures.
“It is safe for your companion to eat this, yes?“ Initially bought for prana consumption due to her lack of a proper supply, she did not mind sharing. Had it been a breed she knew it would not have posed a problem with a basic knowledge of their regimen, it was the safety of the creature she was more concerned of. These Pokemon that the boy called them, she knew nothing of their needs dietary needs nor likes.
Fiddling with the plastic bag, a brow quirked in response. “I do my best to keep myself informed at the very least. To say I am perplexed, however… I would not go so far,“ she chuckled lightly, the smile she once had returning to her without resistance. “It would be ignorant of me to assume that there were no other species than what we know to this date, your friend being a lovely example of such.“
The maiden was not fully passionate about the dealings of the modern world, only knowledgeable of this era that was so different from her own. Violaceous hues shut themselves briefly as a gentle breeze went by, golden tufts tickling at her forehead. “The day is still young, would you like to accompany me for a while? We can exchange queries we might have during that time. I you have any, that is…”
Company in any form was appreciated while it lasted, having deprived herself of it several times in her mortal life. While her duties remained utmost important, there was free time she could not help see pile up due to the lack of her abilities. For now, she thought it best to become more acquainted with her fellow denizens, not knowing how long these semi-peaceful times would remain.
Since the events that occurred back in his home region of Unova, the prodigal leader had lost nearly all sense of his old, bitter ways. No longer was he the arrogant extremist bent on causing forceful separation between mankind and Pokemon—creatures who were more than capable of both building and destroying the earth he lived on. Instead stood a man who was genuinely interested in testing the boundaries of his own antisocial behavior. Socialization was not his strongest suit, but he seemed to be getting better with it with each interaction. This woman was no different.
Tipping his cap lightly, N’s eyes drooped slightly as he let loose a lighthearted chuckle at the woman.
❝ Thankfully, you are not one of those people. I can tell by your mannerisms.
The outfit you’re wearing makes me believe that you are some kind of noble. Am I that correct? ❞
Glancing at the bag for a few moments, the young master looked over at his companion who seemed to be genuinely interested in what the woman held in her hands. Walking up slowly to the woman, the creature extended it’s paw towards the woman’s wrists to stand up and view what was inside of the bag. Although Zorua was unfamiliar with the food being offered, it seemed to marvel at it’s smell. Suddenly, it’s mouth began to water as a growl emanated from it’s stomach. Looking back at the king, it nodded in approval. The last time they had a proper meal had to have been days ago, trekking the sectors in search of information pertaining to the sudden uprise of civilians entering the city.
Though he didn’t want to admit it, it looked like an impending revolution began to form in the city. If anything, he could not be on the sidelines nor could he play for the opposite team this time around. He had to either be on top of the sea change or succumb to being buried underneath. Still, the only way he was going to successfully mount himself atop the crop was by acquiring the trust and loyalty of others. The woman before him seemed like she was extremely adept and aware, so chances were she would be prove to beneficial in the long-run. Gesturing his Pokemon towards the girl’s offer, Zorua let out an excited yelp as it mischievously stuffed it’s mouth, rushing back to it’s owner.
Looking over at his partner, N let loose a small huff before shifting his attention back to the warrior before him. Such bad behavior, he thought. How was he ever going to deal…
❝ I-I’m sorry, miss Jehanne… but I apologize for my ally’s actions. I strongly doubt there will be any repercussions to Zorua consuming your food.
…I must admit, I feel a bit guilty. He hasn’t had a decent meal in quite some time. Do you know where to eat cheaply around the city? ❞
N doesn’t necessarily believe in religion. Considering he was raised by wild Pokemon for half of his life, there wasn’t a lot of religious influence. However, N is a very spiritual person who believes in fate. He does not believe in coincidence and often views anything that happens as predestined, even his own failures as King of Team Plasma and hero of Unova.
❝ I have been, for quite some time now. Only to properly thank her for saving not only the Unova region—but for saving me… from myself. For changing my mindset and viewing the world before me for what it is, not for what I believed it was. I happen to owe a lot to her. ❞
Staring was hardly a new experience for her. Eyes followed her easily, whether it upon a screen or down the street. So she shrugged that comment aside.
“I might be.”
At that, a small Shinx emerged from under the folds of the woman’s coat, its head poking out between an opening in the soft fabric.
“And my cover is blown.” She chuckled, patting the Pokémon’s head.
Shifting his eyes momentarily to ponder, the prodigal king noticed the arrival of the leader’s Shinx instantaneously. If he had any former doubt of this woman’s occupation, this served as confirmation.
Stepping from behind it’s master, N’s own ally—Zorua—appeared before the trainer. It’s bright, green eyes fixated on the stranger’s Pokemon. Although N hadn’t shown any visible excitement, his curiosity perked considerably.
❝ Hm… I see. I would like to ask your Pokemon a few questions, if you don’t mind. ❞
Kneeling down, the peculiar man began communicating with the elemental creature from it’s current position. Golden bangles loosely clanged against one another as he began to rise, murmuring unintelligible dialect. Smiling, he exclaimed.
❝ Your Pokemon… it is quite fond of you. According to the information provided by your companion, your name is Elesa. Your occupation is being the gym leader of Nimbasa City. You bestow the ‘Bolt Badge’ upon completion of your gym. You are also a high fashion model. Is this accurate? ❞
Tea green eyes widened momentarily to come into view of the gym leader before him. Wait… was that correct? A gym leader—a recognizable one, at that—had been transported from Unova into the Hive? How peculiar.
❝ …Greetings. I know it’s impolite to stare, but I feel as if I know you from somewhere. Might you be knowledgable in the ways of Pokemon? ❞
Many times in life had the blonde encountered scenarios where another would approach. One to ask that she may touch a garb to bless it, another who requested advice so that they should find the right path. To her, it had become just another common occurrence of mankind. This day would prove no different with the peculiar being which focused on her, violaceous hues drifting to the small creature that had called back to a man with green tresses. Examining him, she let her lips form into a cordial smile in greeting.
“Apologies? One would think this more flattering than a burden that warrants such,“ she mused aloud at the thought. Listening further, she moved to squat down for an easier view of this animal who accompanied him, blue tie pooling into her lap. Something I have not seen, was the notion that raced through her mind. Becoming a Servant had shown her many wonders, now that she recalled. Legends of kings and the finest warriors to fantastic beats that spanned to even the mythical centaurs. Had this little one come from one as well?
Hand extended to rest atop their head, gently petting a few times before pulling back. As she stood up from her position, she kept citizens from getting too close so that they did not accidentally walk into the overlooked entity. These natives were kind, yet they were not always as attentive as she would like as seen from earlier observations.
“Jehanne,” she replied while straightening her tie and shirt before giving a nod in reverence. ”Your companion, do they have a name as well? While I am uncertain of their species, the least I can do is address them appropriately.“ They had been kind enough to point her out in this large crowd, after all. To disregard their existence would prove rude, if not ignorant over the fact that they had presented a personality and mind of their own.
Peculiar eyes set sight upon the woman that his companion had pinpointed, indicating that she was undoubtedly special amongst the lot. Upon first view lied a young woman who possessed an innocence to her mannerisms. A naivety that resonated deep within the king’s past. However, she seemed far more versed in the art of combat by the equipment she carried around. Had she been a knight in her prior realm? Ultimately, N’s sporadic behavior seemed to genuinely subside when his enigmatic aura was evened out by that of another’s. Without speaking a word, his curiosity had been peaked and his mind remained open to whatever her truths were.
❝ I believe that is your simply your kind nature speaking. If it were another, I’m sure the response would have been met with apprehension. ❞
Wherever he went, it seemed as though his partner was a main attraction. Hardly no one knew of it’s origin nor it’s overall species, which initially left the leader dumbfounded. Throughout his entire (albeit young) existence, he had built the majority of his life surrounding the central universe of Pokemon. His passion remained unparalleled, even to the point of being labeled an ‘extremist terrorist’ due to his old organization’s motives and his increasingly erratic behavior. What must one do to simply move on from the past?
There were nearly no new friends to meet besides that of the human (or humanoid) kind. Although currently unknown, the chances of Hive City housing wild Pokemon were slim. Even when he did come across another from his world, it was under the command of another. If all that remained were aspiring trainers and their suspicious bonds forged with their companions, the once-prolific vigilante may once again rise anew. But for now, his main focus was to gain intel about the city and create a log of information for future reference. It was true, he wasn’t exactly the most skillful in physical combat, but he more than made up for his shortcomings in strategy and charisma.
❝ Jehanne? What an interesting name for an interesting woman. Also, my partner’s name is Zorua. It is a subspecies of dark fox type Pokemon.
You do not strike me as someone who hasn’t done their research, so I’m assuming you’re like the majority of citizens here. Everyone seems perplexed by my friend’s existence. ❞
In order for his plan to take root, he would need to break the social barrier than prevented him from identifying with mankind. Hopefully this woman would aid him in furthering his goal.
Eyes slowly drifting from the fascinating new creature to the man standing above it with a somewhat unreadable expression, Gundam’s surprised look dropped to mirror the look on the other’s face. Taking a moment to take in the other’s features, he was somewhat disappointed. Nothing, besides the rather long green hair the color of spring grass, stood out in particular appearance-wise. However, if anything, he gave off quite an aura that was almost invisible, but definitely there.
It was something that he, admittedly, had to take notice of.
“A mere cautionary reaction, a perfectly reasonable one if you consider our current circumstances, would you not agree?” It was quite true; in a place such as this, where you knew nearly no one and had no idea about your surroundings, the only knowledge you have being that you’re being watched constantly no matter where you go….
It’s only natural you’d keep your eyes sharp at all times, and your wits sharper.
Gaze turning back to the…Zorua? Yes, that was it. With different-colored optics scanning over the new animal that he had never before seen in his life, he was already mentally going over things such as feeding patterns and current state of health. It seemed to be in good enough shape…fantastic, even. It’s coat was shiny, and it seemed to be rather pleased with it’s surroundings…Gundam found himself admiring the color scheme of it. It was truly an elegant beast in itself, and even better, it posed somewhat of a challenge.
“A pokemon, you say?” Now that it was mentioned, he was positive he knew what it was. He had played one or two in his youth, but had gotten frustrated with the dynamics and had given up. Still…seeing one in the flesh….what a fascinating experience.
“I’ve heard of such a creature, but I’ve never before seen a live one with my own eyes. I’m intrigued….tell me, how strong are your bonds with this particular species, and any others you may have?” He appeared to be paying more attention to the Zorua than anything, an oddly soft look replacing the usual cold and stony one.
The same could be said in hindsight when referring to the man before N. Disregarding the scar inflicted upon the stranger’s face and a sense of modernized fashion sense, there was nothing particularly eye-catching. After all, when traveling with a legendary dragon for the longest time, normality would eventually escape one’s reach. Unfortunately, Gundam fell into the category of normalcy in comparison to the outlandish designs of both his adopted father Ghetsis and recent Team Plasma chief Colress, a man who seemed to be in a perpetual state of embryonic idealisms. As he stood defensively, N slanted his eyes.
Without undermining the man’s value completely, the king was curious as to what else lied within him. Surely he hadn’t gotten that scar for no reason at all.
❝ I do not disagree with your defensive nature in the state that we are all in. However, I also do not see the reasoning behind threatening another man’s life upon arrival. Wouldn’t it in turn cause unnecessary tension if proved wrong? Now the seeds have been planted and will take root due to your first impression on the individual. ❞
It wasn’t as if he honestly cared about the human psyche, but the king did not refrain from speaking his mind. Although wise beyond the average, yet suffering from vices of immaturity and impulsive behavioral patterns, the terroristic nature looming deep within the man’s core prevented him from truly warming up to the stranger. After all, he did—essentially—resent all of mankind for the problems they caused towards his ‘friends’.
As it’s master continually staring at Gundam, Zorua’s bright eyes locked with the opposite’s. Although initial reaction would prove to be a rough starting point, Zorua could tell that the man wasn’t necessarily rotten. If anything, his mannerisms may have clashed with it’s leader. Beyond that, there was really no problem. Shifting from N’s side to the ground, the dark fox let loose a small yelp as it rubbed itself against Gundam’s leg.
『 Zorua! Zo, Zo! 』
Why was his companion so fond of the man before them? N honestly had no clue, but he wasn’t going to continue to prod for the answers. The next few comments would take him by surprise, considering how small the knowledge of the Pokemon species existence seemed to be within the Hive. However, he was curious as to what the man alluded to by inquiring about the various friendships the king had established.
❝ Ah, well I do possess the ability to communicate thoroughly with my partners making messages a lot easier to convey. Setting that skill aside, my bonds have lasted me an entire lifetime. Many of my friends have been here with me since I was the age of 6—this Zorua happens to be one of them. Along my journey, I have made many Pokemon my comrades and had previously been chosen as one of the agents of change by a legendary dragon Pokemon within my region. All in all, I suppose you could say I am more aware of Pokemon’s needs than mankind’s. ❞
Drabble: N having a conversation with his Zorua after meeting the Pokemon B2/W2 trainer who has been given the Zorua to care for.
Ah, how painful it is to say goodbye. Upon realization that bonds usually don’t last forever, the king of Team Plasma came to grips with letting go one of his beloved comrades. However, this was no ordinary partner. This was one of his longest running friends, a creature very dear to his heart. The selfish nature within told him to hold onto his pal throughout it all, but if he were to stick with his principles and morals, he would have to liberate the dark fox from his side.
It felt as though an eon had passed by since the enigmatic king first experienced the meaning of the word cruelty. Left to fend for himself out in the wild at an early age, the man now referred to as N was immediately taken in by a flock of wild Pokemon. Originally, the frail child was afraid of the foreign species, but through their kindness, irreplaceable bonds spawned. This is the tale of a boy and his ‘friends’…
“I do not—…see what could be disagreeable about it-…” Her response was quiet, slow. The princess herself did not understand the concept of a warm heart — and if she had known before, she did not know now. However, the complex despair that overwhelmed what was left of her broken soul was a truth that would not disappear.
At the mention of her clothing, she spared a silent glance down at the gear she adorned. What was this storage spot he spoke of? She could not remember if such a thing existed, or if she had been informed about it. Then again—…
The man within the box had told her about living arrangements. Or, so she believed. She hadn’t been paying much attention to the man, as she had sat listlessly, staring curiously at how tiny the man was within the containment of such an unusual cube.
“What is an apartment complex, Sir Friendly?” She asked, her purple eyes gazing up at her new companion.
“I have not-…heard of such a thing before.”
Shattered fragments of time past haunted the both of them, this much was for certain. Connecting on a level beyond the physical, an unfamiliar phenomena occurred. Within her own mournful gaze reflected the same fractured child who remained helpless - defenseless against the dangers that threatened to eradicate him and his friends.
As blunt as the king was, he was slow to speak. His mind had become overwhelmed with curiosity - and subconsciously, he was thrilled to finally be of immediate assistance to someone around him. Although his time for heroism had came and went in Unova, he had yet proved himself within the Hive.
The promise destined over his life had not been fulfilled. With the smallest of gestures, he continually progressed towards the bigger picture. Having more allies would make this goal a possibility, overall. The typically enigmatic leader had finally experienced his lightbulb moment in such a small interaction.
❝ Please hold still. I will not harm you. ❞
Forewarning his new ally, he reached towards her, gently wrapping his hands around her sides as he patted her down, trying to retrieve the idle piece of paper occupying space within her garment(s). Picking out from the crevices on her dress, N observed the sheet. Muttering, he pinpointed her location promptly.
❝ An apartment complex is where you’ll end up calling your new home. Technically, no one within the city that has been transported from another world is homeless. ❞
Pointing to the letter-number combination on the handwritten map, N explained in detail.
❝ You see, we are currently in the first sector. Sectors are divided into areas that can only be accessed by travel - whether by foot, by automobile, or by train. Where your housing is… that is in the sixth sector. Apartment number J-6, to be exact. It will take a little ways to get there, but neither my partner nor I mind accompanying you. ❞
The amount of odd people in his sight had been steadily growing as he kept along, requiring him to keep an even sharper eye out to avoid collision and to avoid any threats. So far, nothing, but you could never be so sure, especially when you’re future ruler of the world. The mass of individuals was somewhat similar to a swarm, and to say he was comfortable with being surrounded by them would be a complete lie. He was never one for keeping close quarters with people, and this was no exception.
A small sigh working it’s way past his lips, he closed his arms and continued on his way, doing his best to avoid everyone in his way. A certain sharp turn caused Cham-P on his shoulder to cling tighter in order to hang on, and he cast the hamster a sharp glance to make sure it was alright before immediately turning his attention ahead of him. Muffler fluttering behind him like some kind of cape, he prepared a sharp turn, only to come to a sudden halt at a sudden strange sound and the approach of a stranger.
“If you wish to keep your life, I suggest yo-” Gundam’s voice came to an abrupt halt once his gaze landed on the green-haired man’s companion, eyes widening. To say he was confused would be an understatement.
It somewhat resembled a fox in form, but it’s shape didn’t fit, and he knew no animal that had such a coloring. Could it be-? An animal that he, the master of all known living species, had never seen before?! It was preposterous, but yet it was in front of his eyes. Kneeling down on one knee, he held out a bandaged hand to the thing, his gaze turning up to stare at the one who introduced himself as ‘N’.
“I have never seen such a creature before….”
“Quick, inform me. This species you have made bonds with, what is it?”
Upon close examination of the sporadic male before him, N felt quite uneasy about the choice Zorua had made by picking him out of the bunch. Was this some kind of joke? The first words uttered from the man’s mouth threatened the very lively hood of the king. Was this your choice, Zorua? Really? Keeping his eyes fixated on the man before him, tea green hues slanted at the fighting stance the man struck. To be completely honest, he wasn’t all that frightening because of his appearance. He was more frightening because of his antics.
Still, to judge one in a state of chaos would be silly… though, that didn’t necessarily apply to N. After all, here is a man who absolutely hated human beings for all of the injustices caused by their hands to his friends: Pokemon. The ill-harbored hatred lied dormant for quite some time, but did not fade altogether.
Raising from the ground, N’s eyes remained targeted on the male as he calmly questioned.
❝ …Are you threatening me? You must not understand the depths of your statement. Either that, or you’re extremely underestimating my potential. ❞
Soon after, the brief moment of tension subsided as he was questioned about the origins of his companion - Zorua. How strange it was to hear that people had no clue of Pokemon, even being an avid part of the city for three years. Still, it never quite sunk in considering the fact that N was somewhat of an advocate for the species. A being of light. A vigilante bent on equality.
A large amount of his time had been spent within the city pondering on evolutionary methods for his companion, though fighting wasn’t necessarily something he had in mind. Maybe through bonding and various work ethic, his Pokemon would reach it’s full potential. Considering the man’s antisocial tendencies, if he ever wanted to further their progress, he would have to take the reigns and converse with outsiders eventually.
Grabbing the tip of his monochromatic cap, the prodigal king let loose a small huff as he prepared himself towards an explanation. As much as he liked talking about his closest comrades, he absolutely loathed talking to others who he felt would not appreciate it’s value. Yet, who knew? This man could prove worth it in the longrun.
❝ Pokemon. The correct name for the species you’re inquiring about is Pokemon. This one in particular’s name is Zorua - classification: dark type. What sparked your interest? ❞
“A warm…heart-….” At the petite Pokemon’s gesture, as well as N’s comment along with it, the slightest hint of warmth licked along what was left of her heart. A warm heart. In the most literal sense, Zorua was correct. Their company was not one she would like to part from.
The mention of her despair, though, sent her crashing back into reality. That was right. The only reason why she was left without the company of others at this moment was because of her. It was her fault that she was left alone. It was all her fault.
—Will…Will he and his furry companion leave her as well? The thought saddened her.
She made no comment, remaining quiet and obedient. The broken woman did not want to lose her newly found friends. Not when she had just obtained them. Speaking the wrong words would not help her situation. She is pulled out of her rather pitiable thoughts by his movement.
And slowly, but surely, she followed after him with dainty, rigid steps.
Her purple irises caught the slightest kind gesture that he had made — how he had glanced back to insure that she was still silently following after him. Perhaps their company will not fade as quickly as she believed it would.
As they reached a more isolated area, the warmth that suddenly wrapped along her wrist catches her off guard. If her darkness wasn’t suppressed by whatever force was cast upon her the moment she entered this universe, it would have shot out from beneath her feet in a puddle of threatening sooty fingers.
The abrupt explanation sent her in a tizzy as she attempted to understand what was happening to her. She hadn’t expected anyone to take their time to explain what was happening to her. Usually, people feared her vacant existence — but, no one truly knew who she was within this mixture.
“I—….do not have a home…” She replied modestly. It was an honest statement. Her home was destroyed. Her family gone. Only she was left. “I haven’t—…for awhile now…” She paused for a moment before glancing up at him. “What about you—….Sir Friendly? Do you have…a home?”
❝ Do you disagree with that sentiment, Oichi? ❞
In all honesty, N had absolutely no clue how to continue most conversations at a healthy pacing. The king was curious about the inner workings of almost everything - from his fascination with the numeric system to the most intimate details of another being’s life. Yet - for some reason - he remained conscious of his comments and his wording this time around. He wanted to be doubly clear when addressing the woman for some unexplainable reason.
Noticing the woman’s sudden shift in mood upon his comments made regarding sorrow, the royal dipped his head momentarily. If anything was for certain, he did not want to shatter her spirit intentionally by bringing up past events.
No pity was given considering they both went through ordeals beyond the norm. If anything, the realization that she was—indeed—a survivor like he was made him respect her more.
Dispelling her inner doubts on the possibility that he may leave at any given moment, N listened curiously to her explanation. What did she mean by having no home? Had the scientists gone awry and decided that there was not enough room within the vicinities? Letting loose a small huff, he casually mentioned:
❝ Have you checked into a possible storage spot on your clothing? I remember when I first arrived, I was given a letter and a number for an apartment complex. At the address was a key. ❞
Cracking a soft smile, N exclaimed.
❝ You may not be homeless after all. If you find that this is true, I can take you to your destination safely. I am very knowledgeable about the areas within this city. ❞
Her eyes lingered upon the furry creature, quite fascinated by its existence. It was unlike any other animal she had ever seen in her own universe — with its fur being an unusual arrangement of colors, in her opinion. Similar to its master’s unique choice of color for hair.
And though she felt a spark within at such a discovery, the reaction made no appearance on her visage. “Zorua—….” She spoke after him, taking in the creature’s name. What an odd name, indeed.
Despite the fact that she seemed not to be absorbing the information given to her, she was slowly eating away at it, rather enjoying this newly found companion. It had been so long since she had last spoken to anyone — was this what she could consider a conversation?
“I don’t know if Oichi is an intriguing name—…but…it is the one given to me.” She remarked slowly, though not unpleasantly.
“As for…what brings me here…..” She began to trail off, as if lost for a decent reply. What did bring her here? What was the purpose of sending her here?
Was it punishment, by her brother, for not succeeding after him after his death? Or was it because it was entirely her fault, that everyone had died? She could not find an answer that suited the trainer’s question.
“There was…a man in a box—…” She mumbled, thinking back to when she had first appeared moments ago. “A man in a box spoke to me.”
The small Pokemon stared cautiously at the woman as her eyes continued to linger, slowly but surely letting down it’s guard. It’s own teal green eyes fixated on the woman, perched upon it’s master’s shoulders. Puffing out it’s chest, the dark fox let loose a faint cry, urging N to get closer. Reaching it’s paw out towards the woman, Zorua curiously cried out.
『 Zorua! 』
Cracking a bigger smile at his partner’s comment, N remarked warmly towards the older female.
❝ Apologies for my friend’s behavior, but you have intrigued him. Zorua says that you have a warm heart. Though, both he and I can tell the depth of your sorrow by the way that you speak. You have been through some rough occurrences in your lifetime, haven’t you? I can relate wholeheartedly. I, too, was once betrayed and manipulated to the point of losing control of my true self… ❞
Listening further to the woman explain the depths of her situation, the king gestured towards a more secluded area. Such areas like Sector o1 were notorious for it’s overwhelming amount of people and traffic, causing waves of crowds to appear rapidly. As he began walking, he looked behind to make sure his new associate would follow suit.
Upon first realization, her story was not too different than his or many others. But the way she spoke… was she new? Oh no… if any of his suspicions were true, this signified the return of the chaotic mayhem that plagued the land not too long ago. Pulling her to the side, he explained a bit in detail.
❝ Mm, you’ve been pulled into an artificial city dubbed the Hive. There are many incidents that happen here frequently, and though it may initially be overwhelming to succumb to the daily formula, you will grow accustomed to it soon. Do you need assistance getting home? ❞
Her steps were not timid, but small. With no true destination in mind, there was no sense of rush nor objective. And even if an objective was in mind, her steps would never be hurried. Perhaps in a stumbled form, but still quite slow, nonetheless. After all, what was the point in moving quick, when there was really nothing for her to achieve?
Everyone was dead. The people she cared for. Her brother and sister-in-law. And that little boy who sought recognition from her brother. As well as—…..
How odd. She had thought on as if there was another person. Unusual. There was no one else, was there? And yet, she had spoken within her mind as if she had more company.
“Perhaps…you could remember?” She speaks out absentmindedly, addressing the slim trace of darkness that began to curve her form — from her feet to her waist and eerily around. “But—…there is nothing to remember.”
Her musings were interrupted, though, by an unfamiliar young man. Slowly, her dark lavender irises averted towards the person with unique, green locks.
What a pleasant color that she had never expected to be seen upon anyone’s head. His introduction had almost been missed, due to her own lack of response and acknowledgement. Slowly, she formed a delicate reply.
“—-N.” She repeated after him, almost as if still absorbing the information. Her attention is then captured by the creature that accompanied the male, and a faint warmth could almost be seen within her usually blank gaze. “Ichi—…is fond of animals.”
Ah, so it was an unfamiliar woman that caught his friend’s attention…
Vacant, near expressionless eyes lock with the others upon first glance. His general disposition of not trusting humans had not fully been relinquished, although there were drastic improvements that hinted towards a complete turn-around in the near future. Keeping his smirk in tact, his eyes examined her in full for a moment. Subtlety was never his strong suit, after all.
He noticed the woman staring blankly at his peculiar hair coloring—something that the king had experienced time and time again. Proceeding to stand up from his crouched stance, he listened to her speak. How strange… did she just refer to herself in third person?
As his Zorua planted itself upon it’s owner’s shoulder, N finally began to address the woman properly.
❝ Ichi? What an intriguing name. I will have you know that this is no ordinary animal. It’s name is Zorua and it happens to come from my land - the region of Unova. More importantly, the correct term for the overall species is Pokemon. ❞
In typical fashion, the young heir of Team Plasma rushed his speech a bit and possibly gave more information than needed, but he—of course—did not find it unnecessary in the grand scheme. If she were to hold value, as his Zorua may have indicated, he would make sure she knew of their origins. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness. Who was she exactly?
❝ Honestly, I would rather listen to you discuss what it is that brings you here. Are you one of the citizens? Or are you a foreigner like me? ❞
Dusk enveloped the city skies as a new age of enlightenment began to dawn within the infamous Hive. Roughly three years had passed in the blink of an eye since the enigmatic heir had arrived. Within his stay, the city’s penchant for mayhem had slowly digressed as the scientist’s thirst for information suddenly halted, causing a sense of normality to finally take hold. Though, a feeling of uncertainty began to seep in… their work was far from over.
Witnessing a recent surge in the population’s increase, it was absolutely clear that the mysterious group was gearing up for something. Something decidedly sinister. Making his way through the city streets—equipped with an unhooded garb, his signature chain and menger sponge that gleamed as the sunlight faded, and a freed, charcoal black ally by his side—the man known solely as N remained discretely tucked into the hustle and bustle of the utopian Hive. Teal green eyes shifted from side-to-side as faint hollering emanated from the people. For everybody living within the intricately woven, artificial haven, it seemed that a large body stayed anonymous.
Bumping callously into others to make his way towards the center of Sector o1, the king’s companion makes a defiant stop. Focusing towards a single entity out of the faceless sea of commoners, Zorua cried out towards it’s master. Shifting his attention towards his Pokemon, N’s eyes widened at his companion’s message. Whoever this person was, they were undoubtedly different. Slanting his eyes, a smirk formed around his lips.
❝ Apologies, but it seems as though my friend has taken a liking to you. I wonder what makes you so special. Could it be due to the force known as destiny? Or possibly an unknown occurrence in my theorem… ❞
❝ Regardless, my name is N. And you? ❞
Wafting, green locks of hair covered the royal’s eyes. Finally gazing up at the person before him, who would be revealed? A random stranger? An old ally? Whatever the case is, he was prepared (for better or worse).