#fiestywolfchild

[vcinglcry]

@fiestywolfchild

"This is your first time, right?" It's his, too! "Is there anything that catches your eye?" There's a lot of things at the festival. Surely, it would be a little overwhelming to pick activities. "We can take a look around places and see what's more out there?"

[bbq-dreamer]

"A lost child?"

ENA's head swivels around in a circle, but no one seems to be looking for her, especially not any hungry horses.

"And where might your parent be, little one? Do you know if they're offering a... reward, perchance?"

(Leave it to ENA to do the right thing, just as long as there's the right price to go with it...)

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[whitehotnitro-fuel]

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Looking down at the piece of paper in her hands, Burnice memorized the number on it before looking back up at the surrounding houses. She had been directed to come here by some nice strangers, but now that she found the area, Burnice was at a bit of a loss.

Which one of these homes was hers?

The thought of having a house to stay in was a strange one; she was used to living in tents and in whatever shabby room she could find in Blazewood. A proper home with a bed and everything was like something out of a dream, or something only the city folk got to enjoy.

"Sooo, does anyone here know where to find House 113?"

[silenthcwl]

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“Hey! I’m not a—,” Wait a second. She sniffs for a moment and pauses.

“Wolf?”

The woman crouches down to meet the kid's height and flashes a big toothy smile at her-- fangs and all!

"Yeah! I'm a wolf too! Never expected to find another around here and... oh man you're so tiny! Where's your parents?"

[lastdeparture]

[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.

[chiikawaacreature]

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Chiikawa wasn't so certain about interacting with a dog, or a dog-like creature. As most of the time they turned out to be scary guys that wanted to curse them, or something worse! However, this dog (?) was acting quite friendly. She had even managed to get Chiikawa to laugh with her antics.

"Hehe..." For a moment, they closed their eyes with a gentle sigh. Then they reached into their little pouch and pulled out a Yakult. Which was a type of small fermented milk drink.

[blightsbite]

❝ It's no biggie. ❞ The little girl's shower of thanks isn't something Vanth is well-equipped for, but there's a small part of him that thinks it more acceptable—even pleasant—than to be at the receiving end of any ordinary stranger's gratitude. He had noticed her wander into the arcade shortly after diving into the crane games. Immediately, he wondered about her parents, assuming negligence after drawing from his own experiences. The mention of her 'mommy' sits with him in a complicated way: to be relieved she has one who is loving after all, but soured that the Stars have seemingly ripped them from one another. ❝ Oh, yeah? Nah, I didn't know that. You're pretty smart, huh. ❞ Clink. A push of his thumb feeds another coin into the crane machine. ❝ I couldn't have picked a better name myself. ❞ As the claw springs back to life, a cheery melody jingles through the loud and tinny speakers. It gets as far as lifting away from its home spot before Vanth turns to her again, pointing nonchalantly at the many stuffed toys behind the glass. ❝ Hey, you think Blue wants a buddy? ❞

❝ I can't take more of these little guys home. I think they'd be happier with you. ❞ @fiestywolfchild — cont.

[hierichc]

“You....uh....You want it?” She’s been eyeing his chicken kebab for a bit now. He’s outstretching his arm, handing her the delicious goodness. Damn, he knows there’s kids here, but she looks SO young. He doesn’t understand why the sons of a bitches don’t bring in the parents!

“You know where you’re staying?”

The dragon slides a bottle of water her way as well. IN CASE she scarf down the food too quick. 

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