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INGO from POKÉMON BLACK & WHITE, Affiliated with ISOLA RADIALE

#isola follow #i.... i think thats the right tag. i cannot find the list of group tags for the life of meee

Yuki wanted to go back to the Mistwoods, remembering the way from the time Eiden took her. It was her favorite place to go to when she missed home the most, and this time she decided to bring her little wolf dolls her mother made. One blue and one pink, both resembling Yuki and Ame, the one treasure that she maintained from home upon coming to Spirale.

Once in her backpack, she realized all too late that she forgot to zip the bag up. When a kind stranger tells her that she forgot, Yuki takes off the rucksack to close it...

Only to find it nearly empty. Only her sandwich, a small bag of cookies, and her 'treasure box' (a small empty tin) remained, but no dolls. After looking around the immediate area, Yuki couldn't help but break down into tears. She sits against a column and cries softly, sitting curled up as she mourns the loss of her one tangible memory of home.

When someone asks if she's alright, Yuki rubs her eyes and sniffles, looking up. It seems the man, apparent by his uniform, works at the train station.

"I lost my dolls. My momma made them." She mumbles, eyes glancing over to the strange creature on the mans shoulder every few seconds. It's kind of cute, and she wants to touch it, but she's far too sad about the loss of her items to reach out. "It's the only thing I have from home. I-I don't know where they are..."

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Ah.

That would do it, then.

Suppose nobody is too young to Fall, are they?

It's clear she'd been crying for some time, eyes rimmed red and puffy. Poor thing.

"I'm confident they will turn up again. We need only spend the time to find it." There are… quite a few places this station connects with, but there are ultimately only so many he'd need check. A few calls would probably sort it all out, assuming it hasn't even just been lost here, given the actual population of this place seems to be quite low.

There's a soft crackling chirr by the cup of his ear, a little wax hand pressing against the side of his jaw. He can see the way the little girl keeps looking at Litwick, eyes flickering between them around her hangdog expression.

Perhaps some introductions are in order, then.

"This is my partner pokémon, Litwick— you may call me Ingo." The badge pinned to his lapel is as clean and shiny as the day he'd received it. Ingo Vanderbilt - DEPOT AGENT, spelled out in bright polished silver. He'd never needed one before, not back home. But it's nice to have, particularly considering the stations here do not seem to use armbands for identification.

"She would like to help you too, miss. Would you care to check the lost and found with us?" Litwick makes an agreeable little sound in response and Ingo offers his hand to the young girl. His expression remains stiff and unfriendly, but his voice is warm and mild. It's the best he can do, most of the time.

Looks like they've a quarry to find!

Ingo missed getting to do things like this with how he was always tucked away in the back offices working over study material and refreshers, walking back through form after form that he ought to have already known… and before then, with all of the back to back issues in Hisui— well. He'd often been too busy to make any return home. There were more pressing matters to attend to than minding the children like he used to when he was camp-bound, given his position as Warden.

#fiestywolfchild #fiestywolfchild: station 1 #:D #the notification i got was so belated but!#<3

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The trains in the Spirale were highly inconvenient in their lack of near instant transportation. They really could benefit from W Corp's technology, though Hohenheim couldn't fault them for their primitive train system. From what he'd seen, they didn't have access to anything like singularities or the like (though he wouldn't put it past anyone to just not have the presence of that sort of thing just... out in the open), so something like that would be difficult to pull off.

Though they did seem to have the ability to pull people from other dimensions so maybe that was a bit unfair of him to assume. Especially since it was just a theory that there was a conscious entity or group of entities dragging people there.

Hohenheim exhaled through his nose, crossed his arms, and sunk lower in his seat.

He'd just finished an interview at a clinic as a lab technician so he really didn't have anywhere important to be... he just didn't want to be there. He wanted to be back at the condo, hiding in his room, opening up a million tabs of news articles and research papers.

Tomorrow, it was an application at the university as a professor. Not... his preferred position, but, it wasn't the worst—

A strange noise that made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle in a way that he hadn't felt since his days at Lobotomy Corporation caught his attention, gaze snapping from the swaying hand holds overhead to the seat across the aisle.

The man was... unassuming. Save for the little candle on his knee, purple flame swaying with the motion of the train.

He watched quietly as it moved, a small mouth opening to accept the offered spoonful of cheesecake like a toddler. Not at all like a candle. Hohenheim sat there for a long moment, arms still folded over his chest. It wasn't the first odd little creature he'd seen during his time in the city, but it was the first that was close enough to observe.

"... Excuse me." Hohenheim said, breaking the unspoken rule that most train passengers held of "do not interact with other passengers." He shifted, unfolding his arms and resting them on his knees. "Sorry for interrupting, but I've never seen anything quite like that before. I'm sure you've been asked this plenty of times, but, would it be alright for me to inquire about your, ah..."

He eyed the candle.

"... companion."

That seemed to be a good middle ground. Better than "pet" at least.

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To be honest, Ingo was more used to being interrupted in his peace on the train than not— most people seemed quite keen to speak with him back in Unova, anyhow. In stark contrast it has felt remarkably quiet living here. Maybe that's why he doesn't register that someone was even speaking to him right away, the other man's voice nearly filtering out into the quiet backdrop of the world.

"Pardon me?" Ingo blinks, glancing out into the aisle. The source of the voice isn't exactly difficult to find, a dark-haired man settled into the lane just opposite of his own and eyeing Litwick like he'd never seen one before.

Which, to be quite fair to him, he probably has not.

On… account of the utter dearth of pokémon in this region in general. It's quite unfortunate. And weird, really.

"Ah— no, no, certainly not!" Ingo jumps to reassure him, though the severity of his expression does not fade. There's a faint thread of anticipation that stirs warm in his chest, a slight crinkle that settles in the corners of his eyes. It's quite a wonderful thing, getting to be the first to introduce people to the world of pokémon partnership and battling.

Well. Perhaps not battling, but there are many things that do not revolve around competition! Do the people here understand what typings are? It's all so foreign— perhaps he ought to start with the barest of basics? He does have a script for children still lodged in the back of his recent memory…

"That is part of my—" Ingo catches his tongue before he can finish. It is most certainly not his job. Not here, anyhow. There are so few pokémon that he doubts it'd ever be necessary for it to be part and parcel of any facility in this town. He's only seen his own partner, thus far.

It's so strange.

"…Rather, I quite enjoy speaking of them! You may consider it a hobby of mine." Ingo adjusts his cap, shifting in his seat to properly address the stranger.

"She is a Litwick. They can be quite reclusive around groups, but she's accustomed to the attention." Ingo sets the spoon down to offer his hand to Litwick, who inches her way up into the curl of his palm. She's quite a fair deal larger than an actual candle, a little bit under a foot tall mass of wax and light. A second hand raises to support her weight, though she doesn't seem to actually need it.

"You may sit beside us if you'd like to greet her, sir! My partner is well-behaved." True to Ingo's reassurances the little candle seems quite content to just rest there in his hands and watch Hohenheim in turn, the purple fire flickering at the crest of her stem rippling strong and bright. Despite the apparent heat a light that strong should give off, Ingo doesn't seem to shy from the proximity— or having his face directly over an open flame.

#vanitys solitude #vanitys solitude: station 1 #yahoo :]#he is having such a good time. world is cold and hard pokemon are cool and fun #holding litwick out to hohenheim like hes show and telling #go on. look at her. you know you want to

[Starter for @vanitys-solitude ;; Candlelight]

Ingo watches as the world shutters by out the window of the train, monolithic buildings and arcing structures of glass and steel cast across every surface. He's been riding this line quite aimlessly for a short while now, watching the same places coast along in a smear of forgettable blinking lights. Unfamiliar. Foreign.

It'd almost be enchanting if it wasn't so keen on reminding him what he'd so recently rediscovered. What he'd left behind.

…His brother would have been thrilled.

A small, almost unnoticeable shuffling recaptures his attention, a soft whrrr catching in the air between him and the seat ahead. He can feel Litwick moving from her spot bobbing peacefully on his knee, peering up at him as the gentle movement of the train rocks them both to and fro. Patient, but eager.

"Ah. Pardon me."

He neatly scoops up another small piece of the matcha cheesecake in his lap for Litwick, holding it still for her to nibble off the plastic spoon. It's the best way to prevent a mess— she's only been stuck in her base form for a short time, but he's already well and truly learned his lesson about letting her try to take on a whole treat by herself. That's certainly not going to happen on his lap, let alone on the train. Far too messy.

Ingo quite gets the feeling that she's been enjoying being treated like a newly hatched pokémon again, as much as it's been something of an inconvenience for them both. He is her primary method of locomotion now, save for the occasional erratic use of Psychic.

#vanitys-solitude #vanitys-solitude: station 1 #tucking this into your pocket

[Starter for @fiestywolfchild ;; Something Missing]

People move in ripples like the flow of a river, faces passing in a blur through the corners of his eyes. It's been a long day of adjusting. He enjoys proper procedures and clear-laid protocol, but it is admittedly a little discouraging to have to start over for the second time in the last few months. He'd managed to relearn plenty during his time back in the modern era.

But now… Well.

It's hardly Unova anymore, is it? Buildings spiral into the sky and deep, deep below his new home station. The light of the sun is blotted out by the thick interconnection of roads, platforms and cityscapes cast above his head like a living, breathing thing in its own right. A monster of a Megalopolis, one that has thoroughly earned the rights to such a name.

The regulations are hardly the same when it comes to having trains stacked like this— some are even suspended in the air in some cases in manners that strike his sensibilities as distinctly precarious. Scarcely like the Unovan systems. And the actual mechanisms of the trains themselves— wholly unique! It's—

It's.

…Fascinating, but exhausting.

Chandelure— just a little Litwick now— pats the side of his face from her perch at his shoulder, briefly catching his attention in a flicker of white and blue. Her small hands are soft and waxy, a far call from her old smooth black metal. It feels foreign and new, a constant surprise that prickles and raises gooseflesh when he remembers it's her. Small and warm.

It feels like he'd only just gotten used to how she was before.

...

The little candle pokémon gives up and pinches him.

Ouch. Now that's enough to break him from his thoughts, a quiet but insistent chirping in his ear finally pulling his wandering attention away from the absolutely nothing he'd been so preoccupied with. The crowds are as busy as ever, but there's something else.

Or rather, someone else.

A young girl. She looks lost to his eye— and to Litwick's eye as well, as it seems. Not quite old enough to be embarking on a journey of her own at any rate, and utterly devoid of any recognizable guardian.

"Pardon me, miss!" Ingo readjusts his hat as he slips through the sea of people coming and going from the station, careful not to jostle the small pokémon perched on his shoulder.

He looms so far over her head that it makes him feel a little... menacing, particularly with how young she seems to be. Where are her parents?

Ingo opts to take a knee instead.

"Is everything alright?" More questions than that burn at his tongue, but everything will have to be in its own time. He would hardly want to overwhelm her.

#fiestywolfchild #fiestywolfchild: station 1 #I hope this is okay! any kind of reply doesnt need to be nearly as long #they are at a fibonacci station because it is easy for clarity's sake #i dont think ingos even been outside of his starting ward yet hes a bit overwhelmed himself

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