Selenie was still getting used to wearing something besides her armor out in public. She understood why the apron was preferred-her armor did add some bulk that could make it difficult to work in a more confined, proper kitchen. Thankfully, customers seemed to love her modified dishes that she’d carried over from her adventures. She spent most of her time in the kitchen, but on breaks, she did come out, to allow her tail to fall loose (she kept it wrapped around one of her legs in the kitchen unless she was alone) and to stretch her wings (literally).
And now was one of those breaks. She walked out, and stretched in an open space that was off to the side. It felt good to let her wings spread, and her tail relax. She sighed in relief, ignoring anyone else at the given moment-
Well, until she heard the voice speak.
She looked over to see what looked like a smiling male Midlander Hyur, wearing glasses and strange, elaborate clothes she didn’t recognize. Lots of shades of blue, with gold highlights. It wasn’t a demonic smirk like that bastard Nero, but it was still a bit unsettling. Still, he seemed to be a calm, civil man. So long as she didn’t start anything, she doubted he would either. Might as well answer his questions.
“Yes, they’re actual wings. And generally, only people who I’ve just met and see them for the first time ask, but it is somewhat common. Kinda used to it, at this point.” So long as they don’t ask how I got them. The thought was silent, but the spoken summary was enough to answer the first two questions he asked, she figured.
“…As for how functional they are… depends on how you define functional. I can fly using them, and they’re pretty durable. They are kinda big, though, so indoors, they can become a right pain in the arse… still, being able to fly whenever and wherever you want feels so damn amazing.” She told him. She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but simple logic told her that he was probably just asking can you fly with them. Even a child knew that’s what wings were designed for-the gift of flight.
And it was then that she noticed the bizarre-looking nutkin. She looked towards it, and then back towards the man.
“Er… what is that? Is it yours?” She asked, genuinely confused.
“Also, while we’re throwing questions at each other, what’s your name?”
Despite being able to detect a note of irritation from the woman, Jade can’t complain at all about her responses. Largely direct, and ably answering his questions in the process. If only all strangers could be so cooperative--but that’s hardly the point right now, is it.
“I must say, I didn’t expect you to be so open about it. I’m sure you can imagine the typical response to such questions.”
He says this, but hardly appears perturbed. If anything, he’s downright chipper while taking a brief sip of his coffee. It persists, too, when her attention is drawn to the creature seated on his table.
“...yes, she is with me. As to what she is...” His eyes move to the Pokemon while a hand moves to scratch behind one of her ears. “Pachirisu, they’re called. As near as I can tell, better referred to as a supernatural squirrel.”
He has no qualms about sharing that much. In the end, they’re all trapped here together, and it’s nothing a bit of research couldn’t answer, if one went looking.
“Forgive me, however, for skipping over the pleasantries. I seem to have forgotten my manners; please, call me Jade.”
