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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[serperiority]

[Was he trying to pay Nurse Joy for him? Volo clearly knew nothing of this world or his own home world—he didn't look it from his clothes, but Volo seemed displaced in time, rather than just place. His earlier theories of being spirited away or entering some sort of liminal space removed from time returned to mind, but the motivations behind that offer had him exceedingly suspicious.

The ordinarily suspicious and reserved boy simply blinks at the offer, then regards Volo coldly, with great suspicion. If he were anything like Ash, he'd warn him, harshly, not to make such open offers or he'd be easily taken advantage of, but Volo does not strike him as a naive innocent. He's shrewd and demanding, if Trip tried to frustrate others to make them do what he liked (namely, give up on him and leave him alone), Volo clearly had more than one method: persisting, selective listening, and now, some form of holding favours over him?]

... I don't need want or need any favours from you.

[Perhaps it's unwise, but he doesn't take the offer for leverage, because he doesn't want to be beholden to anyone. Truth be told, Trip genuinely finds Volo frightening at the moment.]

[mythvology]

Oh, not a favor at all. Merely a fair exchange of goods and services from your friendly neighborhood merchant.

[ He takes his hat off his head in lieu of a handshake, which he wasn't sure Trip would appreciate or reciprocate. ] Volo of the Gingko Guild, at your service. [ He puts his hat back on. ] Though I suppose there's much less need for a traveling merchant now that shops aren't so far and few between. [ He shrugs, gesturing very loosely to the Pokecenter around them which offers plenty of commodities. ]

...but if you insist. [ He trails off, more than willing to take a free bargain. ]

[serperiority]

[Given that Trip hesitates this much shaking Ash’s hand… Volo’s smart not to make the offer.

Trip watches him doff his hat, mistrust clear in his gaze, before turning away to focus on his Pokemon. Have they recovered?]

Mr. Volo, then…

My name’s Trip.

[There’s a slight response, so that’s good, even though it’s clipped very short and lacking in pleasantries, he isn’t making eye contact anymore, keeping him in his periphery again.]

Can you tell me about the Gingko Guild? Never heard of it.

[mythvology]

[ Is nurse Joy stalling to avoid conversation? Now it's inconvenient, terrible he's done this to himself. Not enough though, as Volo is always pleased to go on about subjects he's knowledgeable about. The Gingko Guild was more a means than anything, and maybe he wasn't the best merchant even when he did try, but... he was still fond of them. Enough that he chimes right into a well-practiced customer-service sort of tone.]

Certainly. We're the go-to choice for any mercantile needs in Hisui and work with Galaxy Team's Survey corp—that is to say, an expedition team. They brave the wilderness and we make sure they have whatever supplies they need while they're away from Jubilife Village.

[serperiority]

Sorry, Hisui? I've never...

[Heard of that name before. This actually did prompt him to turn to fully face Volo, looking confused and wondering if there were many more regions he had never heard of before, but then the other names sounded. Horribly familiar. Like where Dawn's from?]

Jubilife. Galaxy... any relation to Team Galactic?

Are you from Sinnoh? [An... older Sinnoh that doesn't have modern technology or something?]

[mythvology]

Perhaps? [ It seems a few of those names trigger some recognition and as Trip starts to puzzle it out Volo joins in too, folding his arms over his chest and tapping his chin. He's already gotten a sense he's displaced in location and in time too. Is it possible Hisui was renamed at some point? Renamed in the likeness of Arceus, isn't that just like it...

For some point of relation he tries to think of the biggest most obvious most impervious landmark he can think of, Hisui or Sinnoh. ]

Mount Coronet is there, easily visible from almost anywhere. Does that sound familiar too?

[serperiority]

[My God, that is Sinnoh! His eyes go very, very wide and it seems Volo chose the perfect location to confirm his suspicions.]

... y-yes, your region is known as Sinnoh in my time. My world. Then... I wasn't wrong to think we've been pulled into some kind of different world. There must be a reason this place is separated from the other regions...

[At least he's more talkative now, no longer as suspicious of Volo as sympathetic, even if the Galaxy name was concerning. Was Team Galactic that old an organization? But what he described didn't sound anything like it...]