@championbond approached the tower.
The air is cold as always, the chill along his skin was something that began to comfort the former champion, something in the normality, the routine of it all. He adhered to a schedule, did everything as usual, and never broke out of it for the last decade since this imprisonment. In a way it was cathartic at times, to have this freedom yet be so confined to one spot.
But there was little choice in the matter, he sealed his fate in his actions all that time ago. The world would think him to be long dead, along with the beast that took him as a host. It was never an easy sacrifice to think about, and he would come to ache for that contact of humanity, but to his knowledge and research, nothing could be done now.
Like some wayward soul, Lee would be met with a reflection of himself, albeit taller by some odd few inches. Confusion quickly spread to concern, brows knitting together and those spines bristling,
“How did you get in here-!?”
Leon had a pleasant smile on his face. Getting lost so often would be troublesome to most, perhaps even depressing, but not for him. Getting lost was just a different kind of adventure--maybe he’d meet a new pokemon, or he’d have a nice walk through the woods. Sometimes he’d wind up at someone’s house and he’d make a new friend, or get invited to a nice lunch with a kind stranger. Sure, there were some downsides, but they weren’t anything Leon could be particularly bothered about.
Of course, getting lost in...wherever this was, was a bit of a strange one. To be perfectly honest, when he was face to face with his double, and asked how he came to be in this position, all Leon could do was simply...shrug.
“Got lost, I guess,” he replied, his gentle smile not quite leaving the former-champion’s face. “Hi, I’m Leon!”
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