Lost in Lumiose | Morty & Jac
Jac enjoyed the overnight shift.
Even the busy streets of Lumiose eventually quieted down. It was a nice break—gave the officer some alone time with only her trusty Stoutland by her side. Even if their were more disturbances once the sun went down.
It was this very same Stoutland that came to a point, alerting the officer to a stranger up-ahead. He towered over even the statuesque woman, and looked entirely—utterly out of place.
She swung her flashlight to illuminate his face, calling out to him in Kalosian.
The poor man just seemed flustered, rubbing where her flashlight met his violet eyes. Amused she let out a little laugh, he was no thug…just some lost tourist. She should have known.
Jac tries again, this time in her native Unovan, a little more approachable, flashlight bouncing away from the blonde’s face. “Sir—These aren’t exactly streets that one would want to get lost in.” She gives a placid smile, reserved for work. “May I help direct you to your destination?”
Morty didn’t know what to expect from Lumiose City. He knew it was large, much larger than Goldenrod City or Saffron City, or really, any city he had traveled to before. It was actually overwhelming how busy it was. But for the short period of time he was spending in the city, it would have been a shame to waste it all in the comfort of his hotel room, which he had done for the majority of the day.
After sunset, the city’s nightlife seemed to be just bearable enough for him to do some sightseeing, despite the limited number of options available at night. But it was worth it for him to be comfortable than overwhelmed by the onslaught of noise and complicated road maps written in a completely different language. He could only understand so much of the broken dialect that some of the natives used to guide him and he was pretty sure he had passed by that cafe three times in the last 45 minutes, if it was even the same cafe.
Goldenrod City never seemed like a walk in the park to him until after he got himself lost in the City of Lights.
He was caught off guard by a bright flash of light shining in his face, to which he quickly shielded his eyes from. Before he could muster the right words in his limited Kalosian vocabulary (something other than asking what time it was or where the bathroom was located), there was a noticeable look of relief when she switched her tongue to Unovan, which he was just proficient enough in to get by.
“Museum.” Morty showed her the map in his hand, pointing to the symbol for the landmark on the key. “Can you show me where it is?”
