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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[travelingbelle]

[It was partially that scent that let Blue pull the big pup's snoot away so easily. Huh? Huh? What a weird smell that was. Something wasn't right with that!

Meanwhile, Volo had Blue's full attention. There was no 'just fire' about her boy-- but she knew that wasn't what he meant. Could it be? A mythical regional variant??? She leaned forward eagerly.]

Yours isn't? Oh I would love to see.

[mythvology]

[ He helps himself to a fruit skewer and makes a show of deliberating, his gaze sharply on Blue. She seems to have a good handle on her Pokemon... even if they didn't get along, well, a good battle was always thrilling, wasn't it? It'd be interesting to see.

Finally he relinquishes by slipping his hand in his pocket and pulling out a wooden Pokeball. ] Very well!

Since you asked so nicely. [ He throws it out onto the beach. Behold, Hisuian Arcaine! She shakes after being released and yowls at the blue sky, fur shedding what almost rocky dust particles that catch the sun. ]

Arcanine, this is a new friend. Be nice to Blue. [ His Arcanine barks and wags her big curly tag. She will accept pets. All the pets. ]

[travelingbelle]

[It was probably a silly thought, but there was something about the intensity of his gaze that struck her as familiar. Like a wild Pokemon that was sizing her up. Maybe, she thought, she ought to stay on her toes.

That pinprick of excitement (?) didn't keep her from the open curiosity that flickered across her face at the sight of his Pokeball. So... rustic! Was that just an apricorn? There was no time to question that though! It! Was Arcanine time!!] Oh!

...Ohh..!!

[Look at her! If she was what Volo was used to, it was no wonder that Jock had been so curious. Up on her feet Blue went, meat skewers in hand as offering for the chance to pet that glorious grey fluff. That very not-fluffy fluff. That was the most surprising part of all.]

Ah... You're... part rock?

[mythvology]

[ She sniffs the meat skewers and readily takes them in one big pleased chomp, wagging her tail some more. The conical shaped rocks around her neck were certainly more hard and radiated gentle warmth, other parts of her gray fluff varied in texture to chalky and gritty to deceptively soft, like fine sand or ash, especially as they tapered off in those fine swirls. The red striped areas on her body felt more like traditional fur. ]

That's right. Igneous, otherwise known as volcanic rock—same as you'd find inside of Firespit Island. She's made from the same fires that come out of the earth. [ The combination felt natural and normal to him since they were only found around there, so to see an Arcanine missing that half makes him almost pity Jock. ]

I don't suppose you know where that is, do you? [ He doesn't ask to patronize. As he works on another skewer he's already getting a sense he's not only displaced in location but also in time. Maybe she'll shed a little light on that. ]

[YOU'RE FINE i am the big text heathen here]

[travelingbelle]

[Blue imagined the sensations under her palms must have been very similar to what a Rockruff might have felt like. She'd always wanted to try petting one! Seeing as they were on the wrong tropical island, this was more than made up for missing out. Far exceeded it, even. Where else couldshe have met a beauty such as this?]

Firespit Island...

[Huh. It... sounded like something she should have known. It even tugged at something in her memory, but it felt like something that had only been in passing. That was odd. Surely if she had been there, she would have remembered? Blue frowned thoughtfully, giving the rock-type another fond pat before she turned towards her group. Her bag was next to where her Charizard was presently sitting on Jock (who was in DESPAIR because mother was petting ANOTHER ARCANINE who LOOKED FUNNY), and she was going to rummage it through it to pull out some of her notebooks.]

I don't think anyone calls Cinnabar that. Mt. Chimney is on the main island...

[She was alreaady thumbing through some pages before she abruptly paused, turning a sheepish smile towards Volo once she remembered he was waiting for what should have been an easy answer.]

Ah, sorry! I feel like I've heard of that before, but I'm not sure I remember where.