Suddenly in the midst of a Summer Festival--

[ulternnpc]

 

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.

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[Giratina got stuck with a real handful, sorry, at least he’s calm now]

[serperiority]

A-ah…

[Really, sunstroke? Was that why he saw such nightmarish visions? He raised his hand to rub at his forehead and felt embarrassed to be lying around in public. Even though he still felt faint, he gathered himself up, at least enough to sit (he wasn’t quite sure on his feet yet) and gave as polite a half-bow of gratitude to the man as he could manage without standing.

His eyes are very beautiful, he notes to himself, a bit like Frillish’s. His mind is still a bit too jumbled to recall humans do not, generally, have black sclera and that they shouldn’t remind one of Ghost types.
The fleur-de-lys pattern is also familiar! He looks so much like his Pokemon.]

Thank you… sorry for troubling you.

[There should be water in his backpack. Not wanting to rely on someone else anymore than he must, he tries to reach back without removing it (and fails to unzip it). Maybe he could slide down out of the single strap back. He’d look ridiculous, but he’a very proud, and his need to be independent and his need to not make a fool of himself are at odds right now.]

[giratina]

[If Cilan can have no sclera, surely it's fine.... Ha ha ha... (Dragon Sweating)]

Please pay it no mind.

[Not having much experience with zippers or bags himself, Giratina pays zero attention to Trip's struggles on that front and instead gazes down the street. If Trip decided to slip'n'slide out of his own backpack, Tina may not even blink.]

Do you still feel faint? Perhaps you should rest.

[serperiority]

[HMMM...

Trip appreciates Giratina not looking at him, because that is exactly what he does, until he manages to get his water bottle. He stops short of drinking a third of the bottle, although he was still thirsty.]

Maybe... but I have to hurry up and get back home before I start eating leaves... or get eaten...

[... okay, definitely not all right yet.]

[giratina]

Eaten? [Tina turns to look at poor Trip again with an expression of mild incredulity.] Certainly not in broad daylight on a city street?

[Even as he says that Tina knows it's totally his fault this is the conversation at hand. Operation: Continue Lying]

[serperiority]

Maybe only in the shadows...
[Like under this tree, he quickly realized with worry, and quickly rose to his feet, even if he felt unsteady.]

... but, I saw something, earlier before... maybe I imagined it, maybe it was the heat, but... [He turned away, feeling embarrassed even suggesting these things, but it was a very serious theory he had about this place!]

I think this is all some sort of illusion.

[He hasn't caught on to Giratina, but Giratina's free to think he has!]