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farawayplace2022-08-20 11:59 pm
ulternnpc) wrote in farawayplace2022-08-20 11:59 pm
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Suddenly in the midst of a Summer Festival--
There's a distinct sound of waves, and bustling of people nearby.
In the coastal city of Turnbloom the sun is bright and warm, and the scent of the sea wafts through with the cool gentle breeze that makes the glittering pinwheels spin, and the leaves on the palm tree dance.
Today the streets are extra decorated with these cute, colorful and floral shaped pinwheels. It seemed the people who were out in the streets were dressed in colorful summer attire--either casual, or the more traditional yukata. It seemed like with the booths were set out for both food and games for festival of some kind that was currently underway.
Just how did you get here, and why? A mystery, and it seemed the people in the streets didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as they go about enjoying their time out on this bright sunny day.
In the coastal city of Turnbloom the sun is bright and warm, and the scent of the sea wafts through with the cool gentle breeze that makes the glittering pinwheels spin, and the leaves on the palm tree dance.
Today the streets are extra decorated with these cute, colorful and floral shaped pinwheels. It seemed the people who were out in the streets were dressed in colorful summer attire--either casual, or the more traditional yukata. It seemed like with the booths were set out for both food and games for festival of some kind that was currently underway.
Just how did you get here, and why? A mystery, and it seemed the people in the streets didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as they go about enjoying their time out on this bright sunny day.
[... I have a feeling they'll clash]
hey, you/oi, kimi)."It's Trip," he said curtly, scowling up at him. "... well, I could say the same to you, sir. Those clothes look completely out of place here... and they're definitely not exactly normal in my home region of Unova either."
They so would LOL
Brushing that off, and seemingly taking no offense to Trip's prickly response Lear smirked as he held his hand out dramatically.
"I am Lear! I will become a king who treasures the power of bonds!" There was no need to mention being Pasio's creator in a situation like this. Whatever this is, in any case. "Now it seems to me you are just as lost as I."
He vaguely gestured to their surroundings. Trip wouldn't even have to look given how they were still in the middle of Turnbloom City, surrounded by the locals.
"Perhaps we could work together here. They say two heads are better than one, after all."
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As Lear dramatically held out a hand and announced himself a future king, Trip looked from his face down to his hand with undisguised disdain, brows shooting up so high, they nearly disappeared behind his hair.
He liked to style himself a prince, but he wouldn't say it and to hear this man brazenly declare it made him wonder if he wasn't raised in some cult or weird criminal organization. Or maybe he really was some eccentric royal from somewhere... or maybe he was just insane. That could work.
If Lear were nearer his age, he would have laughed in his face. As he remained older, Trip silenced it.
"... yeah, no kidding. You ever hear of this place? The locals called it Turnbloom... even the region's name isn't one I've ever heard of. Some placed called Ultern."
Work together?
"Thanks, but I work alone..."
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Usually. He hesitated, feeling bad for brushing him off, especially in an unfamiliar place for them both. Feeling his conscience nagging at him, he sighed in an overwrought sort of way and raised his head. "But, I have to admit, it's basic for those in the same situation to band together, so... you're. Right about that, I guess. So, fine. We can work together."
That was the least enthusiastic acceptance ever, but hey, he accepted the offer, even if it clearly looked about as pleasant as pulling teeth!
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At least Trip, despite his rude way of stringing words together (not that he was one to judge, really) gave him insightful information. Turnbloom City, in the region of Ultern. He hadn't heard of it before in all of his studies. He glanced over to the crowd briefly before turning to Trip.
"Then we've come to an agreement. First thing is first," A Staraptor seemingly appeared out of nowhere the moment Lear gave a snap of his gloved fingers. "Staraptor, I need you to scout the area. Come back when you find anything of interest."
His Staraptor with a mighty flap of his wings will fly high into the sky, and set off.
"Now then, it's time we do a little more exploring of our own. Standing around won't solve our issues."
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He has retainers...?!Trip did not appreciate being commanded and looked a bit sour about it, but they were all very reasonable conclusions to arrive to, so he couldn't really contest them...
"I suppose that's true. Then, we'll go separate ways and meet back here with our findings? Or choose some other spot? You have a way of keeping time, right?"
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Yet on the other hand, what if Trip here we to get lost? Well, it wasn't like the other trainer was exactly begging for help of any kind from him. Placing a hand upon his hip he decided to relent.
"Of course, I am able to keep track of time. Sawyer here-"
...ah, right. Sawyer wasn't around, nor was Rachel. Immediately Lear regretted saying his retainer's name out loud. He shook his head.
"In any case, your idea is a good one. We should think of what would make a good rendezvous point around here..." He trailed while observing the people who happily passed through the streets. He gaze at the colorful pinwheels for a moment, and then to a passing by trainer with what was clearly a Pokemon in their arms. Immediately a light bulb went off in Lear's head as he's moving over into the trainer's view. "You there, could you possibly point the way to the local Pokemon Center? We're visitors here you see, and are a little lost."
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The locals are very helpful, so they should receive their answer and directions, even if they're quick to return to their work.
Trip couldn't help smiling at that, genuinely impressed with Lear for the first time. It was a good place to meet up and a perfect place to recover in case they ran into any trouble or danger, too.
"That was smart. We'll meet at the Pokemon Center, then."
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"Alright, in that case, an hour from now let's meet back at the Pokemon Center with any new findings about this place. I'm sure that Staraptor would have procured something of interest by then as well." He gives a dismissive wave at the mention of Staraptor. He then crossed his arms, and smirked over to Trip. "Now I'm certain you too will find something of interest. Don't let me down."
[aaand then, they'll report back at the Center]
But he took his own way, regardless...
[TIME SKIP TO THE POKEMON CENTER GO]
Exactly in an hour from their parting did Lear step to the Pokemon Center. The entrance grabbed his attention as he noted a set of statues in the front, with two unlikely pairs of Pokemon. A Ho-Oh and...was that an Arcanine?
He had noticed these statues affixed to the roofs of many housings, or by the entrance of some. What was the meaning behind them? A guardian of sorts?
No matter, he could still conduct another investigation later on his own. For the time being, Lear stepped into the Pokemon Center looking for Trip. Surely he was inside by now, wasn't he?
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He smelled unsubtly of caramel, his backpack couldn't be fully zipped as it had a book and flyer sticking out of it, along with who knows what else, and he was thumbing through the gallery of his digital camera, gaze focused on that instead of anything around him.
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Too bad Rachel wasn't around to pipe in how infinite his patience was, and how magnanimous of a person Lear was. Instead it was just him, chilling at the cafe.
In fact Trip didn't know just how much he had been pacing around and checking his watch wondering where he was. Or considering whether to send out his Pokemon to search out for Trip, nor would Trip know how the cafe employee had been the one to notice Lear's frustration and worry before dragging him away to distract him. Instead he'd just see Lear, sitting seemingly without a worry in the world as he took another careful sip of his tea.
"I assume you found anything of use?" He gave a glance in Trip's general direction. As he's doing so he's ignoring the beaming cafe employee who was polishing a cup over by the counter.
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Why would you even worry about him, this place seems so friendly...!He'd be shocked, confused, and tell him off for worrying about him (don't do such an unnecessary thing!!), while also feeling a bit guilty if he knew, but as things were, he only assumed Lear was his carefree, aggravatingly grandiose self.
"Sorry, I suppose I need time to adjust, as I'm sure you do too, your highness."
What a brat.
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A strategy book Trip brought from home and a flyer from Turnbloom were placed on the table.
"Yes. Look at the text here. It's the same sort of writing system we have home, at least where I'm from," Trip said carefully, then pointed at the flyer. "They have an amusement park, the Rainbow Plaza, with a large ferris wheel. If you want to get a better look at the place from above, yourself, you can go there."
He still had more to show him, both in his bag and the photographs he took, but, he supposed he should let Lear share his findings now too, so he waited expectantly.
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"Hm, interesting." He looked over the flyer while setting his cup (half full) of tea down to the table without making so much of a noise. As he's doing so, Lear will reach in to place a piece of paper which clearly had a phone number written down: call me! xx-xxx-xxx 😊😊😊 Yui
Lear realizing his mistake hastily flipped the paper over, to also reveal it's a flyer that seemed to be advertising the summer festival outside. However the language was completely different from what either he, or Trip would be used to.
"Not a surprise but this confirms the people here don't use the same written language as we do." He's now drumming his fingers against the surface of the table in thought. "I've also noted there were multiple signs in this similar language, however-"
His sharp gaze, hidden from behind his shades moved over to the cafe menu. It was clearly listed in a language they could read.
"The signs with this script clearly had been there for years, but it seems newer models of these signs aren't reflective of that language."
There's that implication he's not saying out loud: There were more of them there, just as lost as they were. It didn't sit well with Lear. Just like himself, the boy across from him had a home to return to. Friends, and family who were waiting on him. What if out there, they presume him to be lost, or worse dead?
He doesn't want to express out loud how that thought gnawed on him.
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he thought he was dealing with another Alder, okay), before Lear turned it over. Well, that was much better, and he released the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.no subject
He felt a sense of panic and dread rising within him, but tried to keep his expression guarded... not very successfully, but he tried.
He looked around himself, almost in a daze. The place was peaceful, the people inviting, Ultern seemed peaceful and it was definitely friendlier than the cities of Unova, but this place wasn't home.
Did this place really had no way of communicating with the other regions...
"Hold on. I'm going to ask Nurse Joy or the clerks or... just anybody if I can use their computer."
He also looked at his Xtransceiver and wondered if he could call anyone through it. Was this place even covered?
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"Enough." A hand slammed onto the table, causing for the cup to clatter. "Look at me, Trip."
He hadn't wanted the boy to be scared, and now realizing they were both stuck in this situation, it didn't sit well with Lear to just abandon him either.
"We are in this together. There is no way we can't find a way back to our respective homes. Now, fretting and causing an upset within the Pokemon Center won't help our matters will it?" He will however pause before giving a snap of his fingers. This time, instead of Staraptor, Hoopa not out of nowhere, but rather from the ceiling came down floating over to Lear's side. "But if you insist on using a computer I can loan you one of mine."
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There wasn't any shouting, at least, so Trip took the rest of the words well, and also stroked Serperior's head to calm it down. "Easy."
Lear's not a threat. Serperior blinked and lowered its tail, which resembled an arrangement of acanthus leaves. It made a questioning sound, but then watched Hoopa descend.
"... i-it won't," Trip quietly, finally agreed with Lear's words, and resumed a more unaffected tone and neutral expression, even if his brows did stitch at times in worry.
"... that would be good. Thank you, Lear, sir," Trip said quietly, bowing a bit in gratitude.
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"Hoopa, I need you to get out my work laptop."
"Hoopa!" Hoopa cheered before opening up a round rift that he immediately vanished into. In an instant, Hoopa emerged from a different hole to set the laptop down onto the table. The cup of tea once more rattled. Lear immediately reached down to lift the cup, before taking his seat.
"Go ahead," he turned his laptop around so it's facing Trip. "There shouldn't be any problems connecting to the internet around here."
With that he takes a sip of his remaining tea while Hoopa occupied itself by reaching for a plate of pastries the cafe employee was extending out to him.
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He quickly looked rather confused and slightly disturbed as he went on trying, but said nothing unquestioned...
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"Let me take care of that for you, Leary!" He's beaming, and his name tag (which read Larson) seemed to sparkle from the light. Lear faltered at the casual nickname before straightening himself up.
"You have my gratitude, now if you will get my companion and I a drink will you?"
"Right away, sir!" Larson heads back to the counter, and soon returns with two fresh drinks in hand. "Here's a tea for you Leary, and for you a nice cup of iced Skittolate! Perfect for the hot weather outside."
Larson will place Lear's cup of tea down close to him, and a glass cup of what looked like iced hot cocoa.
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“This isn’t an internet connection! It’s like… some kind of closed network. I can’t access websites from back home. There’s websites very similar, like this search engine, so at first, I thought it was like those places with heavy censorship, but it isn’t blocking anything, it’s just not even showing up as a result at all! It’s almost like this place has no contact with the outside world at all.”
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Not that it was any concern for Lear as all of his (four) Pokemon were with him, but he knew plenty of Pokemon Trainers who had caught so many and befriended many, waiting for them. Just how would the Pokemon left behind feel, or the trainers who had no way to reach out to them-
"Ah, um, excuse me?" Larson spoke up once more, from over the counter. "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, but you can always access the rest of your Pokemon through the PC over there." He glanced over to the PC right over in the lobby area. "I don't know why or how exactly but I've seen plenty of trainers who drifted here who were relieved their partners could be there with them..."
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