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lu·mi·nos·i·ty - the quality of being intellectually brilliant, enlightened, inspired, etc.: The luminosity of their poetry is unequalled. Situated in the Midland Apartments. ((Affiliated with Asphodel Valley.))

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dull start. [AV Open]

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Oh god, how selfish was she acting?! There was a young boy in front of her injured and she was concerned about where she’d be staying?! There had to be some way she could help him. She pretty much ignored the strange animal that was beside the blond and bent her knees to meet his eye level.

She couldn’t see his eyes past those thick-lensed glasses, but she could tell he was in a significant amount of pain. She focused on his words, taking each and every one into account. First of all, it was strange that he could get hurt. Wasn’t everyone here dead? She pursed her lips as he continued to warn her of the Shadows lurking about. Great… She sighed. 

She wasn’t a SHSL Swordswoman like Peko-chan… Nor was she a Gymnast with a thirst for violence or a burly Coach like Akane-chan and Nidai. She was just a photographer. What could she do? 

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something crawling about in the dark. She turned her head in its direction. Its shape was odd, not humanoid at all. Had those creatures followed the boy? It was only one of them, fairly small in size, but she didn’t know what to expect. It seemed like it hadn’t noticed them.

Koizumi put a gentle hand over the young boy’s mouth, talking in a hushed but stern tone.

“I don’t mean to cut your warning short, but there’s a Shadow right by us. It hasn’t noticed us yet..”

By impulse, Koizumi took the hand of the young boy and pulled him behind her. She started to step backwards towards the closest building: a vacant apartment complex. It was over a couple of feet away but they could make it if they were quiet enough. Koizumi held her camera in the other hand, hoping to be able to use it somehow. Perhaps the flash would blind the creature long enough for them to get away?

The Shadow soon noticed and rushed towards the two with a great speed. Koizumi felt a panic, but she remained calm to the best of her abilities. She shoved the blond and his pet ahead, towards the complex while she held her camera in hand. When it was a mere couple of feet away, Koizumi flashed her camera, the flash overwhelming the creature. It became rattled long enough for Koizumi to run, and drag the boy with her into the complex. The door was slammed shut, and the redhead slid onto the floor, her back against the wood. She gasped for breath.

[lumioseity]

Despite the fact that no stranger - let alone a responsible adult - was likely to believe tales of 'shadows that moved on their own', logically speaking, Clemont could only but hope his words had been sensible enough to see as truth: after all, if he and Heliolisk had only barely escaped thanks to another helping them, goodness knew what they were capable of doing to even seasoned adults, so even if they did no believe, it was vital to warn them. The mademoiselle seemed thoughtful about his words, which seemed encouraging, but then leaned forward with an unexpected, deliberate slowness.

Was she shushing him?! Goodness, he couldn't say he cared for being treated like a child in that manner, and if she couldn't see the annoyed look behind his glasses, she'd probably notice the frown on his face, at least, but it faded on hearing how quiet her words were. Logically speaking, one who was treating people like little kids had no reason to do this. No, what behaviour rationalized such actions was if there was danger around, and the frown turned to a grim straight line at his rationalization being proved very true in her words.

So...there'd been one more tag-along of the shadows he and the boy hadn't spotted, and it'd followed him and Heliolisk, huh? He really didn't want to drag the adult into trouble, he felt bad enough that had unwittingly happened with the other kid, but before he could even turn to try and face the monster as best he could, to try and buy the adult some time to get away, he found himself being yanked backwards, Heliolisk hissing and turning at the shaodw...but deciding following the young master was of more important, and chased after the boy as he had little choice but to run given his hand was being held tightly.

(Why did there have to be running again so soon? He wasn't good at it at all.) Yet, there was little choice, despite the physically bad-at-running and exercise nerd slowing down soon enough and drawing shaky breaths, despite his best efforts to be tired. The mademoiselle must have noticed him slowing, and to make the matters worse, the shadow had too, and Clemont let out a sharp yelp at being shoved, but did his best to pick up the speed - as much as he tried, though, he was too slow.

He was a boy of science and 'mental' prowess, not 'physical' strengths. It was probably better to turn and fight, though he knew full well he stood no chance in his state, and Heliolisk would likely have to be returned for his own safety - at least then ONE person might get away, logically speaking. Though, the adult was clearly having none of it as he tottered to a stop, shaky sharp breaths being taken in: going as far as to stun the shadowy being with a flash from the camera she had before darting and yanking him once more, Heliolisk hot on their heels, into the nearby vacant apartment complex.

The sudden movements had been enough to take the shadow off-guard, for there was no scratching or wild bashing at the door, and the unathletic Clemont feel to his knees wheezing, all too thankful for the halted running.

"O-one....ONE moment of r-running away from them is t-too many....Mon Dieu."

Heliolisk moved to him worriedly and chirped a few times, before Clemont managed to wheeze out a few more words.

"M-mademoiselle...why didn't you just leave me there and run on your own? I wanted to warn people a-about the shadows, not get t-them caught up in them..."

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A Fairytale's Unlikely Ending [AV Open / Intro]

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Having someone younger than her parent and comfort her was a bit embarrassing, she realized under all of the emotions of sadness and grief. If her face hadn’t been red from tears, it probably would have still retained it’s red color, but from embarrassment. She was only about seven or eight years older than him, but still… But she disregarded those thoughts.

Seeing his smile didn’t exactly make her feel any better, but it seemed to lift the weight some, just making it more bearable for the young woman. If he had lost his pokemon… Oh, wait. He did. She quickly realized that, in the long run, this boy was stronger than she was. He demanded respect as an adult, but he didn’t need it. He was stronger, mentally and emotionally, than someone her age. That, in itself, was respectable.

"…Right. Merci, dear Clemont." The cloudiness in her eyes seemed to fade slightly. Gently, she took the offer and gently held the mechanical hand, getting herself up and off of the ground with the bag in her hand, Sylveon quickly following after her. "I’ll be sure to try my best and aid you if you run into any predicament…"

[lumioseity]

If Clemont realized that in a way, he didn't need to demand the 'being treated like an adult' factor at all, for now, his scientific mind actually missed that vital logical fact as a relieved smile briefly spread across his face. It wasn't enough to banish the sadness forever, of course not - but the fog in his friend's eyes had been somewhat dispersed by the light of logic. (Ironic, seeing as Lumiose City was 'The City of Light' in Kalos, huh.) That was quite a step forward, logically speaking, and an achievement.

"Merci to you, mon ami. ...Talking with a friend helps you to feel more courageous in a situation like this, non? Even though it's awful you and your mon amis died, I...I'm glad to have an ally like you on side." Though it probably was 'childish' to admit it, to have good friends in a corner helped a lot in bad situations, and this was no exception.

Plus, the odds of figuring things out were all the greater with someone else's advice, and besides...he and Bonnie knew Valerie well. At the very least, this meant he could also stand more of a chance of dispering that gloom for good, right? Keeping internal thoughts to himself, he firmly shook his head as they set off, at the offer.

"All I ask is that you come to me and talk if you have any problems. I can help, scientifically!"

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[1] Reset - OPEN: Intro

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"I see…. So there are different types as well."

So, they had to have varying abilities. Pucci had to wonder if the Pokemon had sensed something ‘odd’ in him and therefore acted aggressively upon their meeting… Pucci may have denied if someone were to call him ‘evil’ but not all possibly could agree with him. If the creature had sensed something likes of that… Well, it didn’t really matter. It could have also been simply like the boy said that it was simply overprotective or whatever. 

Still, it was interesting - Pucci expected that they were the animals of their universe but hearing further he changed his mind. Smarter in some cases even able to communicate with words… They were much more useful.

"According to certain dictionary of our world ‘animals are a living organisms that feed on organic matter’. They’ve got specialized sense organs and nerves system’…” Pucci cited,  ”they can’t quite reach the level of human intelligence although some animals may get on the level of a small child… “

They don’t realize the concept of Heaven. Pucci left it unsaid.

Pucci’s eyes widened slightly as the sparks gathered into a group. Certainly this was far up from the level of the current that electric eels could produce - a stand may have been able to produce something like this. He had to gave a light clap for the show.

"Impressive!" he said. Certainly this could be more than useful… He began to step towards the two again.

"Limited you say…?"

Pucci had yet to test his stand ability and he wasn’t so fond on the thought of telling about it either since he had no guarantee that the child would keep quiet. He didn’t need to draw attention… But for a child this one seemed to have sharp mind - he might be correct… Perhaps he could attempt to persuade the child to confirm it. 

"If that’s the case wouldn’t it be wise to test the limit?" Pucci carefully suggested, "to see how long it lasts. It would be much easier to regulate, hm?"

[lumioseity]

Nodding enthusiastically, the blonde-haired boy's smile couldn't help but widen just a little despite the serious situation they - that everyone here was trapped in. "Oui, Monsieur, you hit the nail right on the head with your summary of things. Pokemon are usually wild beings and can attack people if angered if not 'tamed', though...we use items called Pokeballs to capture them, which tames them and ties their loyalty to a trainer! Only, scientifically speaking, it doesn't always work that way."

Holding up the red-and white orb which Heliolisk resided in when tired to show the adult, he then sighed, smile flickering away. "Because Pokemon are intelligent beings, some people think capturing them is bad, but...I think it's nice to have mon amis that can always be counted on to help you, and you can help them become stronger in exchange, but now I'm getting derailed a bit. My apologies."

It was a debate that resulted in a lot of thought and arguments science-wise, so he couldn't help but get distracted by it...but this wasn't Kalos, and now certainly wasn't the situation to discuss it anyway. Still, the other's talk about animals was just as curious - they sounded like Normal-type Pokemon as far as basics went, but unlike Normal-types, utterly unable to use any 'elements' of power.

"I see...as for the topic of limitation, I don't yet have physical evidence to prove my claim, but...I just get that uneasy feeling about it." The boy paused, then, at the suggestion he test it himself. It was a reasonable enough request in theory, however, for a moment, there was a slip in the 'adult and responsible' expression Clemont was doing his best to wear and be taken seriously, and even Heliolisk noticed, the lizard making a few concerned chirp-like noises and moving closer to the 'young master' in comfort.

A worried look of a child who had been asked to put a childhood friend potentially at risk - and though he did his best to cover it, it had still been there. "...Do you think an invention would test the 'limit' of abilities used here just as well? I have a useful invention right here, actually."

As long as he expressed another option clearly and seriously, he shouldn't have to worry about Heliolisk using too much energy, correct?

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"W-well…" All this talk of things she’d never even heard about… she was dreadfully susceptible to self-doubt as it was, and it all just ended with this dripping feeling of dread and foolishness going from her throat to the pit of her stomach. Chihiro’s shoulders shrugged up shamefully. 

Clemont, though… he was so nice, it was nearly baffling, it was baffling and bewildering and befuddling. The easiest way to navigate life, Chihiro had found, was to make the solid and safe assumption that people were not going to like her. Clemont kept breaking that down, maybe slicing pieces out surgical and scientific, to go with the theme. Chihiro bit her lip nervously but went on.

"I don’t know what a pokedex is, no…" And something told her Clemont wouldn’t mind. Clemont wasn’t the sort of person who burst out — oh how couldn’t you know! That’s so silly! You’re so pathetic, Fujisaki-san. No, he would get excited, educational if anything, and… that was strange. “B-but… you’re fine, I promise. A-and, um! Thank you.”

She sounded foolish, she was sure of it. 

The conversation turned to where she’d found herself. To be honest, she didn’t know any about it at all; she’d barely dragged herself out of the train station, really, found herself stranded somewhere and responded by crying and no, Chihiro, don’t you dare get started up on that again. She looked off to the side and sort of half-shrugged, one shoulder tipping up towards her ear. “I.. dangers? I don’t know where I even am, really. I-I mean, I know where? The station had a sign in it… but… I’ve never even heard of this place.”

[lumioseity]

Goodness, the mademoiselle was very nervous about this situation - either that, or she felt panicked by how very little sense any of this made, and he really couldn't blame such a reaction at all, given the circumstances of it all. He'd cried when he'd first woke up, too, not that he was about to admit stuff like that. Anyone’d be scared, logically, of waking up to find themselves dead. Adjusting his glasses, Clemont decided to continue on his train of conversation. She'd stopped crying now, after all, so therefore if he kept going, he should have calmed the other down enough to pass on some helpful information and what-not.

That way, he could rest somewhat easier. It didn't lessen the worry he felt about his sister, of course, but helping someone that reminded him of her would not only make the mademoiselle happy, it would settle his worries just a little.

"Oh, a Pokedex is like...an encyclopaedia, but instead of information on words, it has information on all sort of Pokemon, like my mon ami Heliolisk here." Patting the lizard, who closed it's eyes and gave a few happy chirps at the scratching, Clemont then continued. "What elements they can control, where different kids of Pokemon are found, what they can evolve into: truly, a marvel of technology, all accessed with a touch of a button and no loading times!"

Here came the boy being excited again, just as the mademoiselle had mentally anticipated.

"Such a wonderful convenient invention! One day, I hope I can make an invention that helps others as much as that, only..." His smile faded in an instant as he grew serious once more, stating: "Only finding the truth is gonna come first, obviously."

With that, he nodded his head appreciatively regarding the thanks, but the question asked of him next made him pause again. "Hm. I'm afraid to say I don't know exactly where this is, either, mademoiselle...I know most the people except those who've lived here for quite some time are dead, and I believe that may mean something. As for dangers, this will sound…illogical, I know, but some of the shadows here...they aren't attached to anything, and they attack people when they see them! It's probably a good idea to find one of the hotels in this odd valley to stay as soon as possible..."

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[1] Reset - OPEN: Intro

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Pucci surveyed the creature keenly. From the boy’s explanation it came apparent that they were used as tools for some kind of battles - although the boy called this ‘Heliolisk’ his friend so perhaps it was considered as some sort of entertainment… They did look rather sturdy - at least this one did. Judging from what the boy told the world seemed to have an entire system build for it so it was considered ethical so perhaps there were some kind of limitations…. 

That wasn’t however the most interesting part - these Pokemons itself… They had abilities and they were clearly sentient beings… 

"Are they intelligent…? Are they capable of thinking like humans?" Pucci inquired, "also, do you not have normal animals in your universe…?"

Kalos… It was odd how the boy spoke French despite how he was from entirely different world. Were there perhaps any differences in its’ use? How peculiar.

"Yes, in fact I don’t think there is another possibility…." he answered. About Asphodel Valley itself he was quite unsure what to think - to tell the relation to the Greek mythology for the boy wouldn’t serve much purpose. It was also something Pucci found a little difficult to believe in.

"Ah, yes, it means ‘a friend’ doesn’t it?" Pucci asked, "we have a language like that in our world called ‘French’. I can speak it quite well myself."

He blinked and the eyes were lit with even more interest. This was good news - if it had some sort of abilities it would be useful in case something he couldn’t handle or didn’t need to handle should appear.

"Elemental abilities? It has something like that?" Pucci interrogated the boy, "yes. I’d be pleased to see it using them."

[lumioseity]

The Monsieur's questions were intriguing indeed - every single enquiry he made was like a new trainer who had yet to receive their starter asking all sorts of things about what Pokemon Trainers were, what they did, and how Pokemon themselves fit into the grand scheme of things, and this only further proved the words about them possibly being from different realms all the more true. After all, most people could become trainers by ten, he knew that very well himself.

This male was older than that, and yet possessed no knowledge that should have been known by that point: therefore, this led to the conclusion he was from a place where Pokemon didn't exist. Clemont couldn't even imagine a place without Pokemon, yet the logic added up, and the adult had no reason to lie. Thoughts were moved aside at more questions. Ah, yes! More chances to important information and sciences of Pokemon! He loved explaining the science of things!!

"Oui, most Pokemon are intelligent and capable of thinking like humans do - but certain types are smarter than others. Psychic-types are considered the smartest, though - they can even talk in human language via telepathy! Isn't that just amazing? I..do not know what these 'normal animals' you speak of are. I do not think you mean Normal-type Pokemon, at least..."

That probably gave the Monsieur enough answer. He honestly hadn't a clue what those 'normal animals' were, so he just hoped it was sufficient enough data. However, evidently, Kalos had things in common with the Monsieur's world as well, as the language of Kalos was known, even if Pokemon were not.

"How very intriguing! To think my homeland's language is spoken even in worlds with no Pokemon, yet called something different...but I digress. Now, Heliolisk here is an electric and Normal-type. Normal type moves are a 'neutral' element - like no specific elemental move at all - and are moves like, say, scratching or punching, but...of course, electric-types...ah, you might want to stay where you are a moment, please?"

Patting the lizard encouragingly a moment, he spoke as he drew his hand away. "Heliolisk, use Thunderbolt!" The lizard gave a cry, before extending it's frill - the body of the Pokemon crackling with electricity. Then, the charged electricity was fired, making an empty space quite a few steps away scorched - as the name described, it was like a thunderbolt hit it. 

  "Good work, Heliolisk!" Clemont beamed and patted his Pokemon again, before humming. "But...something about this place makes me feel that asking Heliolisk to battle or use moves all the time is a bad idea. I'm not sure where such a sensation comes from, but there is likely good reason for it. Perhaps there's some sort of limitation...?"

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Everyday I get impertinent / lumioseity

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A grunt left his lips at the antiphon he received — and Kyo had always been antsy hasn’t he? He didn’t hate a single part of him, admittedly — but he had flaws, too. With his impatient personality and a temper which could set ablaze a building, he had to possess some sort of conduct someday, as well the desire to take responsibilities upon his shoulder. Regardless, he was a man of justice, wasn’t he? Kyo couldn’t help but let a sigh leave his lips in frustration.

He took the incentive to be calmer.

There was no other way getting out of there unless if he was to speak to someone who could actually respond to him. He should be grateful to have found someone who actually would answer to his insults at all. His shoulders fell, and his breathing was slower, but his eyes still burned with annoyance as he gritted his teeth, looking down at the child. He knew children.

He hated the educated ones. They made him feel actually bad. The child had glasses right? Then he had to be one of the more intelligent ones, and Kyo would feel incompetent just standing beside them. … Just talking to them, even! It was rather idiotic of him to even entertain the thought of them being able to respond to his antics! Just what was he thinking!?

“‘kay, whatever.”

Only brief and clippy words fell from his lips, unsure as to what to say more to the child until they began to speak. Whilst the thought of them having mentioned the need to be mentally prepared for something — Kyo surprisingly did not react to the mental preparation portion of the conversation, but the part regarding the shadows.

"Shadows? You need to tell me more, kid. I just got here. You’re smart, right? Then tell me everything about the goddamn shadows. I can pay you or something after that, maybe a treat, just tell me about them."

[lumioseity]

The adult gave little more than a grunt and a half-hearted mumble in response to his logic, however, due to the fact the rude words had halted, Clemont took this to mean that despite his apparent irritable mood, the adult had seen enough sense to see the logic in his words. Well, that was a good start, at least. Even if he wasn't being coddled by the adult, one hardly wanted to have to put up with irritably like that for a whole conversation now, did they? Adjusting his glasses, talk of a payment in the next short, succint sentence from the stranger was the first to catch his attention.

"I myself hardly need such cash, but...if I can give it to my friend, then I'm fine with a bit of payment." The young inventor knew very well that his mon ami Valerie needed it more than he did right now - at least until she got a bit more on her feet with things. He could make inventions to earn money for his own payments at the hotel apartments on his own!

"Well, on the subject of telling you more - from what logical knowledge I have collected thanks to talking to others so far, it seems this is a place where a lot of different people from different places seem to somehow get stuck in after death. Perhaps it is the strange nature of the place, but...nobody who comes here seems to recall how they died at all."

Pausing a moment, he waved a hand in dismissal, as his Pokemon drew closer to his side. "You likely figured out that last bit alone, though...you don't remember how you died either, am I correct in that guess, Monsieur? Anyway, to continue on...this is a place called 'Asphodel Valley', and there are people here who have already lived here a long time. I'd...advise against talking to them too much. They're friendly and eager to help, sure, but...there's something in those unchanging smiles and in their eyes I don't like..."

Despite himself, he couldn't help but shiver. The 'locals' here even gave a person trying to be taken seriously like HIM the creeps.

"The shadows, too, are dangerous - they look like ordinary shadows of people or things, but they'll attack you if they see you. Is this suitable information so far?"

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This ‘pokemon’ thing, it still skimmed straight over her head, but rather than say that she just smiled and nodded all the same. Sometimes one would rather not admit not knowing something than ask for an explanation, and Chihiro … she was prone to that sort of shame. Instead:

She turned her mouth up warm but sad, the best she could do in this place with her own death ringing in her ears. Probably Clemont’s, too, and the friends he’d made, and all of the people she would soon meet — the way Clemont talked it didn’t sound very good and oh, were they really all dead? It shuddered through her shoulders and Chihiro shook her head to clear her mind. 

"I’m not so good with, um, more tangible things," she said after a pause. "But, well, I sort of invented something… i-it’s an information retrieval program based on voice recognition technology and audio input, coupled with a semirealistic artificial intelligence and given a visually familiar display…"

Oh, Chihiro. Clemont thought he went on babbling… she was just dreadful when she got onto topics like that. She bit her lip and smiled sheepishly. 

"I-it’s probably not as good as anything you’ve invented! I c-can’t imagine it helping in a situation like … like this."

Really, Clemont was probably so much stronger than she was. (Stronger, strong, strong, her head echoed, with coppery-tasting blood and the thunk of metal on bone and she shook that out of her imagination too.) Already trying to, to help people, to find them a way to get out of this mystery place or at least make it more tolerable… Chihiro, she’d probably just end up crying in a corner, again, all alone and pathetic. 

[lumioseity]

"Ah, so you're a more electronic kind of inventor, like the creators of the PC storage system, huh? That's really interesting! I know I'm better with my hands than with stuff you make purely on mind and progamming alone, so you must be a very good inventor, too, to be able to make that sort of stuff. I know I couldn't do it..." Well, given that the physical inventions he made sometimes BLEW UP, he didn't really think making programs or trying to make them was the bets of ideas in his case. Literal Blue screen of death, right there: and this place having a fair amount of people in it already was clear indication that MORE death was not needed nope.

"So your program knows all kinds of useful information, like...say, a Pokedex? ...But I suppose I'm not...making much sense with saying all these things from where I'm from. You might be from a different place as me..." It would explain why those Pokemon-related terms seemed to cause a bit of pause in the conversation, now that he actually stopped to think of it. Oops. "That's...the third time I've had to apologize already. I'm sorry, I'm really not doing a good job of this, am I? Haha..."

Then again, he wasn't all too used to letting that guard of wanting to be taken seriously down long enough to talk at length with someone other than his sister, so.

However, his apologies were cut short at the other musing that her inventions were probably nothing compared to his own, and how would they help here? 

"Ah, but not all inventions work right away, mademoiselle! For example, some scientists work months, if not years, to try and fine-tune technological advances...but they keep trying nonetheless! Therefore, I'm sure your program is incredibly useful, too. Just have faith in yourself, and your work, okay?"

Despite his serious expression...the intention of trying to support the fellow 'science lover' was quite clear. After all, if he gave up every time his inventions didn't work right away or broke...erm...well...let's just say he wouldn't be a famous inventor now and leave it at that.

"Oh, that reminds me. Do you...know of the dangers of this town, yet? I could help inform you of that, if you wanted. It's an important thing any new person should know, I think."

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A Fairytale's Unlikely Ending [AV Open / Intro]

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She felt horrid for burdening the other with her high-and-low mood swings. Happy one second, but then a moment later she’d be sobbing again. The drastic situation was getting the best of her, and she realized that she had submitted to that fact. As much as it tore at her, she couldn’t fight it back. Thus, she tried her hardest to keep her spirits up—As much as her emotions didn’t want her to— for Clemont. She wouldn’t be a good rolemodel for him if he saw her crying her dear heart out every few minutes.

Her breaths eventually steadied as she recomposed herself, one or two tears falling down her cheeks as the sleeves of her furoside wiped her face dry. She had to be strong, she reminded herself. However, as the Aipom Arm patted her shoulder, a squeak of surprise escaped her lips. She… honestly didn’t sense that coming. How did she not hear the grating of the metal? Oh, well.

There was a silence as the boy recited the speech for fallen pokemon, surprisingly able to keep herself calm. Shortly, he passed her the bag, and she was careful to divide the shards with the right pokeball that they belonged to. If she wasn’t careful enough, they would probably shatter more, and she wouldn’t want that. Forcing a weak smile onto her face, that would hopefully benefit both of them, she nodded at the boy as a solemn thank-you. “Merci, dear Clemont… I do owe you one.”

[lumioseity]

Though his mon ami had been somewhat startled by the Aipom Arm's approach, (which was understandable enough, given how distraught Valerie was at the moment - her mind was too busy feeling sorrow for her fallen comrades and this situation to really pay much heed to outside factors) Clemont at least found some sort of faint relief in the fact that Valerie had calmed down considerably, hopefully his invention having helped in that. However, at the musing that she owed him one, his serious look flickered away.

Despite his want to be taken seriously, he couldn't help but smile a little and shake his head at the preposterousness of Valerie's prior statement.

"Ah, but...we're mon amis, are we not? I'd like to hope you'd do the same for me if ever I was in the same amount of trouble...so as a friend, you don't really owe me anything. I'm just glad I could help, even a little...and I swear that I'll keep that promise, to find the truth and unravel this mess, as a mon ami, also!" 

That matter hopefully clarified, the noisy Aipom Arm moved again, this time to offer it's mechanical palm to the other's hand. "This valley's very big, so it's easy to get lost here, I'd wager. So, make sure you stick close while I lead the way to the hotel, okay?"

Gosh, now HE felt like the 'adult' here. Shouldn't this be the other way around? ...Oh well. Maybe it might even help with others taking him seriously, who knew. However, the first and foremost concern was of course, not being taken seriously, but guiding Valerie to the hotels.

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Chihiro found herself staring with wide eyes at the, what was it, Heliolisk? Was that his name? His species? Some odd combination of the two? Her eyelids felt heavy and sleepy from tears, but she turned her gaze over to the boy, who had gone bright and excited over the promise of science. 

And that, that she could relate to. The spark that struck up when she started talking about her own science, her special language with computers, she could see that in this boy — he had this half a smile lingering on his mouth when he talked about science (she wondered, quietly, if there was a specific kind he meant? He was quite young, of course, but so was she — maybe he was a Super High School Level Scientist! O-or maybe that was guessing too old…). Chihiro turned her lips up into a wobbly smile. 

"Hello, Clemont," she said. Her father used to tell her that a good way to remember peoples’ names was to use them in conversation, but… she shouldn’t think of her father, not now, not anymore. "Um, my name is Chihiro Fujisaki. It’s nice to meet you." 

The last time she’d introduced herself to someone, it was… oh. She shook her head clear of that. 

"It’s ok," she added, "t-to have talked about science like that, I mean. I’m sort of a scientist too, I guess, um, if you count computer science. Wh-which I do! I like astronomy, too, and that’s definitely a science."

Maybe she could use the stars to figure out where they were. But, then, she wasn’t that good.

[lumioseity]

"Ah, Chihiro is your name, mademoiselle? It's nice to meet you, too." Alright, so the circumstances of meeting could be a whole lot better. Like, he would have much preferred meeting new people with both of them being still alive at the time because that would have made all parties a lot more chipper, but there was little point wishing about something that was a logical impossibility. However, his thoughts were cut short at his apologies for rambling being brushed off.

Oh, well....that was certainly new! Normally, people got annoyed at how long he tended to talk about his hobbies, but he couldn't help it, so it was a pleasant surprise of sorts to have someone not really mind as much - ah, and the reason why made perfect sense, too! "You study the science of computers and astronomy, huh? I bet you'd get along really well with a really cool scientist in Unova! Apparently, she made a machine that allows people to see the dreams of Pokemon...that's so cool! I love the science of inventing a lot! To make stuff with your own theories on science and what people need and to see if it works or not is so fun! Who knows, maybe my inventions might actually help people a whole lot when they come here...at least, I'd like to hope I can eventually make inventions here to help others more!"

A pause, before his excited expression flickered to a more sombre one. "I mean...it's the least I can do while I try to search for answers here. I made a promise I'd try to find answers about all this to a friend also here, so...but gosh, that time I really DID talk too much. I'm gonna be apologizing all day at this rate. Have you invented anything, yourself?"

Maybe the talk of inventions would also assist in helping the other with this upsetting situation? He couldn't and wouldn't deny this whole talk was making him smile the most he probably had since coming here, honestly...talk about science always made him happy, despite his best efforts to be serious.

[pockyfortune]

dance, dead girl { av open

[pockyfortune]

Of course, she hadn’t seen him coming when she was crying, but even after she had begun to calm down, Hiyoko leered at the unfamiliar boy. She wanted to be alone, and his company was unwanted — Moreover, she didn’t understand what he was saying and that only angered her more.

"What are you talking about..?" The term he used sounded familiar, as if from a game she had only heard of, but she didn’t really care.

Then, she began to look at him closely. Hiyoko surmised him with the term “nerd”, and had no qualms about hurting this boy’s feelings, him having good intentions or no. She knew he was younger than she, despite them appearing to be around the same age group, and knew he didn’t know any better either. But, that wasn’t her fault? She couldn’t will her body to grow! Whatever, what did this nerdy little brat want from her anyway?

"What do you want?!" Her voice rose unintentionally, and she felt tears well up in her eyes once again, "J — Just leave me alone, you stupid nerd!"

[lumioseity]

Though the grumpy mademoiselle had demanded to know what he was talking about, one positive of the situation was those fans weren't smacking near his glasses any more, thank goodness. He didn't exactly want them breaking, given he was as blind as a Woobat without them, but Clemont was sensible enough to not go saying that out loud. With the irritable mood the other seemed in, saying he couldn't see without glasses might lend to them being broken so he would leave her alone. He still felt persistent to help, despite everything.

It was understandable enough that some people would lash out instead of crying about their situation: different people reacted in different ways to...well...that thing he himself had gotten upset about learning. Fixing his glasses, he spoke. "Well, only Pokemon usually launch attacks at one-another, and I am quite obviously no Pokemon!" His explanation was cut short at some insults from the other, there.

My goodness, she certainly was knowledgeable in insults, he'd say that much. "What do I want? I want to try and help you, actually - seeing as you look disorientated, I thought the responsible thing to do would be to try and pass on information. So while I can leave if you persist about it, I'd actually prefer it if I didn't leave. I mean, I cannot very well be of help if I walk off and 'leave you alone' as you ask, non?"

"Also, 'stupid nerd' is a contradiction. One cannot be 'stupid' and 'nerdy' at the same time because nerds usually accumulate a lot of knowledge."

Despite rambling on a little again, as he was want to do, he hoped he had enough of a point for the insults to stop so he COULD actually try to help.

[starcrossedcircuitry-blog]

It wasn’t that she was scared of people, per se. It wasn’t that she was particularly frightened of someone talking to her — she’d gained so much practice speaking to others, in… well, times she’d rather not think of — but still, she heard this boy’s voice and jumped, shoulders jerking up to her ears and eyes widening. Her fingers tightened around the edges of her laptop. 

Chihiro peered up slowly and saw —

not the boy, first, though he was there blurred at the edges of her vision, dressed in a way that pinged as oddly and vaguely familiar —

but a little creature, not small but shoulder-height to her were she standing, peering down at her and it was so strange, so strange, this bipedal lizard-like thing with its yellow skin and its big eyes. It lapped a tongue over the boy’s face and she couldn’t help but laugh, a little, through her lingering tears. 

"U-uhm." Chihiro blinked a few more tears down her cheeks and cleared her throat. Pitched it up a little higher, just for certainty. "What… what is that? Is it friendly?" 

Oh, rude, rude, Chihiro, she scolded herself, and straightened up suddenly to stutter out, “S-sorry! I should have answered you first, um, n-no thank you, b-but thank you for the offer, I’m sorry, I hope you’re not mad!”

[lumioseity]

His approach may have caught the Mademoiselle a little more off-guard than he might have thought, judging by how she gripped the edges of a computer (which he only noticed now, with being closer to the other to actually see it) she was holding as if quite ready to grab the device and make a runner: ack, this attempt at trying to help the other wasn't going well so far at all!

Rubbing his face to try and get some of the saliva from Heliolisk's tongue off before he resumed his efforts, his fervent arm movements were cut short at the silence being broken in the area, the mademoiselle halting her tears enough to ask what Heliolisk was. A lot of people seemed to ask that, actually, and Clemont paused to take a look at his Pokemon, who's tail was sliding from side to side as he stood; in a clearly pleased manner that his encouragement for the 'young master' to try a different approach to cheering the unfamiliar human up had worked so well.

It was alright for Pokemon to be forward like that, but Clemont knew that he couldn't be like that, because he wanted to be taken seriously! That was for another time, though. "This is my mon ami, Heliolisk.  He's a little protective of me often, but he's a good Pokemon, oui." Hopefully, the mademoiselle had at least a faint idea what a Pokemon was because having to explain it so often felt really weird. Professor Sycamore should be doing it, he wasn't an official professor, though he was a gym leader!

Shaking his thoughts off, the motion of shaking his head worked very well indeed for the sentence the mademoiselle spoke next, too. How very lucky! 

"Non, I'm not mad. A lot of people find my companion curious. Isn't it the basis of scientific discovery to ask questions and enquiries about that which one does not understand? This is how people learn things about the world - such is science's infallible power and knowledge - ah. Now it's my turn to apologize - I got quite carried away there, didn't I? I really enjoy science, though, so it's natural I like to chat about it, but that's hardly important right now."

An awkward pause for a moment or two, before he spoke up again: "Well, you laughed, so that's logically a victory in trying to halt how gloomy this place looks...but I am being a little rude myself, nattering on and not even introducing myself. You know my companion's name already, but I'm Clemont. The circumstances could be better, but it's always pleasant to talk to someone sensible anyway."

[flamescion-deactivated20131221]

Everyday I get impertinent / lumioseity

One of these days he ought to find a place to live in.

Fiery as he was, however — he was impatient, growing heavily pressured by the thought of being in such an unknown place, with people who hardly so much as to glance at him, and answer his questions. Was it because of his language? No, they certainly seemed to display comprehension towards his words.

Just as he was walking within the ways of New Town however, he has found that it was very much alike to that of a typical modern city, what with a mall and apartments — he was soon to have a look at the apartments, it would certainly be a convenience. He began to map out the place within his head, he certainly liked the tranquility of the Cove, but at least the Town felt familiar and convenient.

Unfortunately, as he began to think he was inattentive to his surroundings, to which he has accidentally hit a boy, innocent in the current situation, but still would blame the kid. His thoughts has shut out and he turned to the child, hardly shameful for his choice of actions.

"Hey, kid! You think you’re so smart? Watch where you’re going!"

[lumioseity]

With the shadowy beings who's existence had been bothering him quite a bit still fresh in remembrance in Clemont's mind, he had promptly decided today to do his best to get to buisness. He was a boy of science and logical thinking, but he wasn't so good at 'physical exertion': he'd only escaped harm from that last group of shadows because the other boy happened to be there, and that was something that had bothered him immensely.  If he wanted people to take him seriously, then he had to be able to cope on his own against powerful foes!

Despite his arm still stinging, he therefore had to practise making retreats better - but no matter how hard he tried, he was completely hopeless at running, and he soon found himself staggering to a slower pace and attempting to lean on one of the walls of this...'new town' area to recover. Ack, he was definitely more of a mental muscle guy, so maybe he should have just made an invention instead of attempting this.

Still, he had to try - but then someone passing by very nearly knocked him clear off the building he was leaning on with a rude collision. Clemont's attempts to catch his breath were still there, but now he was looking to see what on earth had happened and who had barged right into him - an adult?

The adult seemed angry at the collision, but blamed HIM for it, when he hadn't even been moving at the time. Once he caught his breath, the scientific boy stared. He certainly wasn't about to put up with such false accusations, and he'd set the record straight in a mature and sensible matter.

"I believe watching where I was going would only apply if I was actually walking at the time, Monsieur. I was too busy leaning on the side of the building for support to go anywhere."

His tone was informative, but not annoyed. The adult hadn't coddled him yet, so Clemont saw no need to be irritable just yet.  After all, the stranger was still treating him 'seriously', despite being rude - and Clemont even went on to shrug and muse:

"If I had a choice in the matter, I wouldn't even be here, Monsieur...but I had to do something to try and mentally prepare myself more for those shadows around of late. Has anyone told you about them yet?"

The adult might already know, but if not, he should be responsible and tell him. Because...well, he still believed in his father's lessons in being polite.

[starcrossedcircuitry-blog]

Well, she thought, her head didn’t hurt anymore. At least there was that; at least her eyes didn’t swim red with blood, at least the heavy ache had vanished. Oh, not that they were true memories, she had herself doubting her own mind; but there were snatches of senses, some feeling-reminders at the edges of her skin saying here should hurt, here should sting, here should be slick with the last drippings of your blood —

She had woken up sobbing and choking on her breath and shaking all through her shoulders and spine, but she was calm, now. Her head didn’t hurt now, after all, and she could move her hands without the residual ache she’d woken up to, her muscles didn’t burn so. Analytically, theoretically, scientifically (she peered at herself in the reflection of a window, spun halfway to see herself pristine clean) she was wholly all right, like new, perfect condition though with the folds of her sleeves pressed as lines into her cheek. She kept her laptop tucked to her chest as she stepped lightly out of the train station. All she could think was:

This wasn’t —

Where? Where wasn’t it, calm down, calm down little girl, this is no time to be weak and teary all over again, hush, Chihiro (and that was her name, wasn’t it, she’d nearly forgotten). It wasn’t school. It wasn’t her school, the place with the tiled floors and the colorful dorms, it wasn’t Hope’s Peak. All she could think was, this wasn’t Hope’s Peak at all.

And then all she could think was, but Hope’s Peak hadn’t been school either, not with the murders, not with Kuwata-kun and Maizono-san dead, not with Oowada-kun raising that weight over his head and she just caught sight of it out of the corner of her eye before it came down and oh no, oh no, oh no.

Chihiro had to press herself against and outside wall of the train station, sink to the floor, and cry, because the concept of her own death was rolling heavily in her head and crying, crying was what she did. Pathetic, Fujisaki. Pathetic.

[lumioseity]

With another new day passing in this strange spectral 'gathering' of a town, the young inventor had decided quite early on this morning to take a different approach to today - instead of investigating and observing possible new places in the city, he was going to try and get to work on an invention. However, it wasn't an 'invention' more than something that was needed. He'd promised his mon ami Valerie that he was going to try and make sense of this place, and a good way to do that would be to organize a map of the area.

Of course, the blank-eyed, amicable smiling townfolk had been of little or no help when he enquired where one could find paper and writing utensils, so...drawing rough lines in the dirt with a stick to visualise in his head of how the map would be set up when he eventually found where one could GET paper and wiring utensils would have to do for the time being. Of course, he hadn't explored everywhere just yet, but he wanted to get the base structure of the map down first, before doing anything else.

"Make sure to write that everyone so far seems to have woken up in the train station, and inform also on the map about those shadows...keep lines neat and precise so as to not be complicated..." His pensive mumbles to himself as he sketched carefully were halted, however, at a noise that made him snap the twig he was using in surprise.

Oh, mon dieu. Not like twigs were hard to get, but he'd been on a roll there - but the noise which had altered his attentions was that of crying, a fairly common noise here, it seemed - understandable, given the circumstances. This time, the source of the crying was a mademoiselle who appearances-wise, didn't seem all that much older than himself, to be honest.

Alright, so he himself knew how appearances could be deceiving, but, it still served to remind him of his sister. ...She was probably upset, still about...well....obvious things, and he couldn't be there to help her when she most needed it...that really bothered him a lot, and made him frown. If he couldn't help his sister, though - at least he could try to help others like he would help her, and so he went close to the stranger, despite his Pokemon's disapproving glances in his general direction.

"It must be awfully cold, sitting there on your own, mademoiselle. This place is quite chilly. Do you need something...warm or of the like?"

He wouldn't provide sympathy for the situation  after all, they were all dead, and no amount of support would make THAT okay, so to do that would be insulting. Instead, he tried to shift the attention to something else to try and take the other's mind off the hurt at least a little. Logically, that should help...right?

Heliolisk didn't seem to think so, though, the lizard opening his mouth and flicking his tongue across Clemont's face like he often did in protest, leaving the gym leader sputtering as he tried to resume looking 'properly serious'.

"H-heliolisk...honestly, one can't come off as overly friendly to someone they just met in human society, no matter your objections!"

Wow, what a great start of conversation this was. A plus right there.

[fairytalesandfurisodes-blog]

A Fairytale's Unlikely Ending [AV Open / Intro]

[fairytalesandfurisodes-blog]

Valerie gave the concerned Heliolisk a confused glance, unaware of what the pokemon and his master were communicating about… Well, until the last moment. A light-hearted giggle managed to pass her lips; something that hadn’t been heard since she was alive and well. It almost had the potential to lift her spirits only slightly, but, as always: things needed were always so close, yet so far away.

However, like the eye of a tornado, the happiness faded away, to be replaced once again with sadness and dismay. She forced a smile onto her face as she started to take his hand, but stopped. He wouldn’t like that, she realized, and she refrained. “Right. Merci…” There was a wispy sigh as she began walking away, causing the Sylveon to call in her direction. She turned back, seeing the pokemon as well as the shards.

"R-right…" Her eyes brimmed with tears again as she stepped slowly over to the shards, her stomach in knots; shoes feeling as if they were filled with cement. Her knees resting against the pavement, she and her companion worked to collect the red-and-white shards from the ground.

Tears fell once again, her entire frame shaking as she heaved. throat tightening once again and depriving her of oxygen. She thought the tears were gone, but she was mistaken, for drops of liquid fell onto her fingertips and the platform below her. She had never cried this much before, she realized as she choked out a strangled sob.

She looked back at the younger boy, eyes like marbles as tears caused them to shine. It was a truly pitiful sight to see; surely pathetic. But she just couldn’t control herself.

"Clemont, dear…" she choked. "Do you have anything I-I can…"

She couldn’t finish her sentence, coughing as oxygen slipped from her lungs again, heaving to regain it. “…I-I can’t leave them behind; I won’t….”

[lumioseity]

Just as the electric gym leader thought that embarrassing display was done and dusted, it seemed insistent on falling right back into the realms of cringe-inducing once more when Valerie giggled a little, Clemont responding by adjusting his glasses so his blue eyes were no longer visible behind the glare of said spectacles: no, nope, not going there again, not one bit. Still, despite his inner exasperation that the cringing was continuing on in a loop much like their  argument had a few moments ago, she was actually happy enough to laugh.

Even if it was at his expense, that was a good thing, to see some sort of happiness returned to his friend: but fate was not so kind as to relinquish that cheer to his mon ami for long, the Slyveon's cry drawing her gaze back to the shattered pokeballs and making her feel sadness for her dead companions all over again. As the adult sobbed over the broken shards, having walked back to where the fairy Eeveeloution was still sitting in mourning, the boy doubled back to where they were.

He was too short to reach his mon ami's shoulder, so the Aipom Arm came in handy once again here, extending to give the adult a kindly pat on the shoulder...which took away the need for actual physical contact again too thank goodness.

"Oui, I might have something, but hold on."

A pause, before some words - strained, faltering, as a child like him did not know the words well, but those words were still memorized by every Kalos person - an ode to fallen Pokemon - came forth.

It was impossible for anyone else listening in to know what the words meant, but Valerie would know. It was expressing sorrow and sympathy for the passed on pokemon, but also the hope they would happily wait until they got to meet their trainers again.

After stating it, he ruffled around in his jumpsuit before eventually finding a clear plastic bag.

"Ah, it's still here...thank goodness. I was keeping invention parts in this before, but it's empty now, so it should be...a good place to keep those shards until we can give them a proper respectful treatment...non?"

It was true - all the bits of metal that had previously been in that plastic bag were gone. Maybe they fell out when he died or something....or they had been taken...?

[counttheprimes]

[1] Reset - OPEN: Intro

[counttheprimes]

Pucci’s head tilted as the boy spewed more unfamiliar terms. He spoke the creature as ‘his friend’ so it seemed to be rather important for a pet. He called it ‘Pokémon’ which said absolutely nothing to the priest and nor had he ever heard of Helioptile or Heliolisk for that matter. 

"I’m afraid you have lost me there…. What is Pokémon?" he quizzed.  

What a strange child… His speech was scattered with occasional French which was definitely rather odd. However concurrently he made notions more valuable than Pucci would have expected from many adults. If he continued to treat the boy with seemingly respectable manner he might even turn out to be useful for him in the future….

"There’s always a chance that our memories have been erased by someone or something…" Pucci found himself thinking aloud, "no, it’s not unreasonable at all… It makes sense."

 Maybe the place itself just had that kind of effect - it was difficult to make much anything of it when you had only arrived. Asphodel Valley certainly didn’t look all that different from any town Pucci was familiar with. The architecture seemed to point more towards 17th Century rather than modern times and the atmosphere was somehow unsettling but other than that… 

Another thought regarding to the matter had been dwelling inside his head for a while as well.

"Say…. Your hometown— wait… no."

“The world you come from - could you perhaps tell me about it…? As shortly as possible.” 

It was to reaffirm his hypothesis. The creature - Heliolisk - wasn’t a Stand. Pucci was well-versed with biology - enough to know that a creature like this didn’t exist - it wasn’t a regular animal either. Not on the Earth. His own Stand could meddle with Universes, so it wasn’t an impossible thought that this boy came from another. 

[lumioseity]

Clemont's serious, enquiring look regarding awaiting the other's thoughts about such an opinion that this all may have been 'set up' by something far beyond anyone's control flickered to an expression of honest surprise when the respectable adult only seemed but more confused at the explanation to what Heliolisk was, to say the least of not knowing what a Pokemon was at all! "Mon dieu - it's certainly a shock to hear of someone who doesn't know what a Pokemon is. Every trainer where I come from knows....unless you are not a trainer at all, and I merely thought you were? If that's the case, then...Pokemon are creatures with elemental abilities that live all around the world. Some people keep Pokemon as pets. Others, like me, use them to battle."

A pause, before he continued: "I battle people who challenge my 'gym' to test how strong they and their 'Pokemon' are, and give badges to those who win. If a trainer has eight badges from different gyms, they can challenge the biggest challenge every 'trainer' wants to do - the Pokemon League. That's...a very shortened explanation, so I hope it was informational enough." 

Explanations about Pokemon aside, talk then shifted to his scientific theorem - and the other admitted it made sense, that it was a distinct possibility. "I want to collect clues on this, but I have the suspicion those blank-staring folk of the city will either pretend to ignore me, or just keep doing those...creepy smiles. I'm a strong guy, but...ugh...they really sent a shiver down my spine, to be honest..."

Shaking his head at that, it seemed that the other had...a very interesting theory, himself. "You think we're from totally different worlds? Well, given we're dead and in something of a 'Purgatory', it being neither 'pure' or 'evil' in massive quantities, that would make sense. Apart from what I've already explained, Kalos...it's a really big place."

"In fact, we need three different encyclopaedias to list the different kinds of Pokemon there! We're also told it's one of the prettiest places, which is...quite honourable praise to receive, to be honest...and the language I keep speaking bits and piece of, like...calling my Heliolisk 'mon ami' - is the language we mostly use there."

Rubbing his Pokemon's head, an idea struck him. "Would you...like to see what kind of elemental abilities Heliolisk can use? I could show you, if you'd like."

[herofthewinds-blog]

Woops? (av open/intro)

[herofthewinds-blog]

Upon seeing that all of the enemies had been defeated, Link gave a very inward sigh of relief. He really didn’t think his shoulder could have taken anymore extreme movement. He sheathed his sword, wincing as he did so, and smiled tiredly. 

"….I’m glad I was there, at least."

Being ever so good with animals, Link bent towards the strange creature, although he kept a distance. He understood how animals react when they felt threatened, and surly a strange face hovering right above it wouldn’t help out any. It was still very cute! Link wondered if he could find an animal companion to fight with him.

Link silently agreed with the other, the three of them looked like they were in a bad fight… which is exactly what happened, so at least they looked the part. The young hero looked at his injured shoulder and sighed, this would take more than a potion to fix, not that he had any in the first place.

"……. I just got here, you know!" He looked off to the side. "I sensed something was off about this place, but… those things were a bit over the top…"

"There has to be a Great Fairy around here somewhere, at least……" He looked back towards the boy and smiled. "We can get you and your… lizard patched up!"

[lumioseity]

As the other boy put away his own weapon, Clemont took that chance to actually try and discern the actual state of injuries everyone had taken a bit better: though they were indeed battered, thankfully, none of the cuts or scratches seemed deep enough to be life-threatening instantly, though it was logically in their best interests to get them treated right away. His arm was really sore now, that was for certain, and he could only imagine how sore the other's would be with such physical exertion.

He was in such a scientific state of observing the other boy's words almost startled him - huh, a fellow of very few words, wasn't he? He seemed like one of the Elite Four members of Kalos, Wilkstrom, in the sense that he seemed the sort of fellow who let his actions and strength talk more than he himself.

"If there's anything I can ever do to repay the favour, please, let me know! I understand that some people do kind because it is the right thing and not for reward, but...I'm good at inventing things, so perhaps I could make some more things that would prove useful if those shadows appear again?"  The suggestion made, Clemont rubbed the back of his head apologetically at hearing the other had only just found himself here.

"As if finding out one is dead isn't shocking enough, then this had to happen - Je suis desole - I'm sorry for the mess, but on the bright side, at least if those shadows appear again, they won't catch you off-guard, because you know of their existence now." Patting Heliolisk (the lizard currently gazing at the other boy curiously - the other human had helped the young master, so he seemed okay) with another wince, the talk of a 'fairy' made Clemont blink.

"Do you mean fairy-types like Mister Mime or something? Those Pokemon are kind, oui, but they're usually very wary of humans! Not to mention, I'm not certain if there would be any here....we're dead, after all, so how would they be dead too? I think it might be quicker to go to a hospital. Usually, big towns like this have one and signs pointing towards it...it shouldn't be too far, right?"

A pause, there, before the science-loving boy bowed his head a little. "...I apologize for not introducing myself in all this mess, but introductions can wait until everyone's patched up, I think!"

They had better things to worry about than titles right now, or his scientific rambles, for that matter.

[fairytalesandfurisodes-blog]

A Fairytale's Unlikely Ending [AV Open / Intro]

[fairytalesandfurisodes-blog]

She had been set in her grounds. She didn’t want to disturb or inconvenience anyone. That would be rude, and she’d be taking up space that could’ve been given to someone who needed it more than she did. If that had been the case, she would’ve felt rotten in the end; a rotten person who only served herself. Non, she surely would’ve condemned to self-hatred if she did that…

However, her thoughts stood dead in their tracks the moment she saw his face. That face.

It didn’t take long before her face reddened as well, her eyes shining as if she had seen a crowd of Flabebe drifting along in the breeze, bright collages of flowers supporting the tiny pokemon as they glided. To her, it was one of the most precious sights in the world, but… That expression was right up there in competition.

It automatically became natural for her to submit to the innocent look from the younger gym leader, a gentle smile gracing her face as she placed a steady hand atop his head, blonde hair quickly becoming slightly messy as she ruffled the locks.

"W-well, if you insist." Her hand pulled away, then moving to curl one of her sidebangs inbetween her fingers. "I’ll come along with you…"

[lumioseity]

Clemont, of course, didn't feel any less awkward when his mon ami ruffled his hair in response to that 'final option' - oh, he was really, REALLY glad Bonnie couldn't have seen that. Okay, so she might have approved of the notion of helping a good friend like his intention was, but she would have laughed and poked fun at it, he just knew! He was also very glad nobody else saw and that for all intents and purposes, people would still treat him seriously here like he wished.

Clearing his throat so as to try and get rid of the red still across his face, Heliolisk tilting his head at all this (why was his young master such an odd colour? Had he been burned or something? Oh no that was bad!) and nudging the boy, the Lumiose Gym Leader shook his head at his Pokemon to reassure it that he was okay, before sighing in relief.

Well, if anything, he could call that a 'well calculated risk'.

"Merci...thank you for finally seeing sensibility in the matter. I'll show you and Slyveon the way to the apartments, alright? It's very quiet in the city, so you won't get lost if you stick by me!"

As long as she didn't hold his hand he'd had quite enough of embarrassing physical contact for ONE day (maybe even a lifetime...despite being dead), thank you very much! That and, if she went out of the train station holding his hand, someone probably WOULD see.

No thank you he felt silly enough having to give that 'kiddy' expression to get his friend off the streets! 

"I won't travel too fast, I promise...let's get out of here, okay?"