Baaba @ Sylvia: That Scrafty didn't look the slightest bit trustworthy. Are you really going to just wait around for some meaningless currency? Sounds dangerous.
Sylvia shook her head and chuckled a little. “Trust me, I understand the risks to jobs like these. I get it, but I have too many debts that I have to pay back. If I don’t, they could be more dangerous than whatever booby-traps could be in these ruins we have to search.”
Alcai cleared this throat. “So why do I have to come?”
Maat@Static: "Just as you have requested, I am here to play ambassador. But only if you are able to keep my interest. I do not like being shoved into such a small form, liar. What is this place, liar? It looks like a primitive village." Maat looks clearly uncomfortable, but she figured it would only be fair to visit a world that would force her into another form. Though if it was some kind of magic or the world itself, she couldn't really tell. She had already picked up a strange speech pattern.
Static took notice that the once mighty (and obviously still so) Reshiram had transformed into a form aptly fitting in his world, an ostrich. Much like Static, Maat too had a shirt on (i’ll leave the pattern to you.) The missing leg, however, was even more evident in this form, as ostriches had long legs. It wouldn’t matter either way, since Maat could hop or hover around. The word “Liar” had become their quote-unquote “catchphrase”, or rather a verbal tic of sorts, much like “Krzzt” was Static’s.
Static nodded. “A primitive village, would be accurate enough to describe Koridai, that I must agree. Things are not as fancy as they are in your realm, krzzt, but we get by. We have shops and things like that, they sell furniture, clothes, plants, otherwise basic living tools, and medicine as well, should fate decide they get stung by a bee or catch a cold or flu.”
“I mean, elementals do still exist here in the realm of Animal Crossing. Much like how I became a Pachirisu, the EleSquirrel pokemon in your realm, I am still an EleSquirrel here, as is my father. We just look different here, as you can see. A neighbor of mine, Phoebe, happens to be a phoenix in excess of 800 years of age, krzzt. She isn’t in town at the moment though, she’s tending to some of our friends from another village, who are quite sick.”
“Oh, and there is someone else I think you should meet. They aren’t exactly a resident per se, but they serve an important role in this world, much like yourself in your realm. Should someone create a time paradox by–”
Static was interrupted there, as a brown-furred mole with a yellow headlamp and a white t-shirt underneath blue overalls, popped up in between Static and Maat the reshiram-turned-ostrich. A low-pitched looping theme filled the air.
????: “Talkin’ about me, are ya? …Who’s the ostrich?”
Static sighed, putting his paw over his face. “Hey, Sonny… yes we were just about to mention you, krzzt.”
Resetti: “That’s MR. RESETTI to you, Static. Only my closest friends and family can call me that.”
Static scoffed. “Whatever. Anyways to answer your question, that’s Maat. He’s not exactly from this world, krzzt, he’s just in this form because it fits the surroundings. He’s supposed to be a Reshiram, from the realm of Pokemon.”
Resetti: “Pokey-whatnow?.”
Static: “Nevermind. Just don’t make any comments about his…y’know.”
Static turned his attention back to Maat. “You’ll have to forgive his rudeness, krzzt. As I was saying before, this is Mr. Resetti. He actually serves a huge role in our world, much like you do in yours. He assures that the order of the timeline remain strictly linear, and that people “save” to preserve the events of the present, and if a mayor or villager decides not to save, or “Reset” when they finish their duties…” He wanted Mr. Resetti to finish the rest.
Resetti shook his head. “I will not be happy. These people don’t realize that life isn’t a game. You cannot just “redo” the day if you screw up in life. You have to cut your losses. That’s why if i catch someone doing that–well actually, a siren will go off in our headquarters if a time paradox occurs–so if the sirens go off, I’ll know someone reset, so ultimately, I have to give them an earful. Also, the more they do it, the angrier i get at them. It’s not good for me to do that, but I just don’t care. That’s just how the world works sometimes, if they wont listen, you have to beat the message into their heads with brute force, am I right or am I right?”
