#wcverse

[elegiacgarden-blog]

So far, Elk knows that he is no longer in his world because “someone decided so.” If he wants to see Mia again, he will have to appease the goats somehow.  He’s never been at the mercy of gods before--goats, that also happen to be gods...and look like humans for some reason--and he’s scared. Elk tries to think of what Mia would do in this situation, but the situation itself is so bizarre that even Mia would be stumped. 

And Elk doesn’t have much to offer, either. All he has is some miscellaneous equipment and aromatic grass. Elk heard somewhere that Marley likes grass... Elk leaves a bundle of grass, some salve, and an extra set of twin blades on Marley’s shrine. 

[crepuscularxrays-blog]

His head hurts.  He doesn’t know where he is, and his head hurts.  This is just going to become routine for Roxas now, isn’t it? 

[reseterror]

Nope. He really doesn’t like this.  Seven has no recollection of this place. He’s certain it isn’t even anywhere in his own country. There are signs everywhere indicating that he is now in the Isles of Solitude. A foreign wallet was found on his person, with his photo ID and far too much personal information than he is comfortable with having exposed. Who on earth would have this much on him? The agency? No...it wouldn’t be in their best interest to sabotage him this way. Seven didn’t do anything wrong this time, either. 

He can’t speculate without any information of his own. This is obviously some illegal activity; for one, he has been kidnapped. None of his belongings are on him, aside from the clothes he’s been wearing. When he thinks of it, the last 48 hours are a total mystery to him. All signs point to being drugged, robbed and relocated. This is bad... 

--No, he mustn’t panic. There has to be an explanation. Someone here has to have answers. 

But the idea of relying on a complete stranger for solutions fills him with absolute dread. It’s dangerous to accept things at face value, but what a powerless position to be in when he has literally nothing else. 

With resignation, Seven examines his wallet again. The wallet itself is plain and generic, and offers no hints that could lead to anything useful. There aren’t even any tags or manufacturer’s details. As unfortunate as it is, his ID has his birth name--which leads Seven to believe that this all has something to do with someone who knows him on that level--then again...it’s impossible, and pointless, for anyone from that point in his life to go to such lengths to daze and confuse him like this. Even his worst enemies lack the resources to uproot him from his high-security home like this. 

When he gets the chance, he’ll scratch out his birth name...for now, he has to use this ID as evidence before he can tamper with it. 

On the ID is a listed location. Ikaika Island. There is no place on this planet, as far as Seven’s knowledge, that exists with that name. Solitude doesn’t exist anywhere in the world for that matter. How he is supposed to now accept that he is a resident of this fictional place is beyond reasonable comprehension...but it is the only thing he has to go off of now. If he is listed as a resident, then there has to be some type of housing system. Within that system, there must be a database. Seven will have to infiltrate and undo this glaring misfortune...while also finding a way out. 

[than3tos-blog]

Where is this? Shinji can’t remember leaving Tokyo-3, or how he got this ID card. Keanu Island looks to be his new place of residence. NERV must have relocated him for...some reason. 

Dread fills him at the thought. He really has no choice but to show up, does he? 

He should not run away. Then again, if he were to run away...where the fuck would he go?  Shinji shakes his head--and his bangs fall into his eyes. Just how long has it been since he’s had a haircut, he wonders, since he’s never let it get so long in the past.  He’ll have to ignore how jarring all of these changes are for now. He can take care of things once he reaches Keanu Island. 

[hughsofblackxwhite-blog]

After suddenly remembering that he has his Pokémon to look after, Hugh made a mad rush to bring everyone out of their Poké Balls so he could check in. Whatever has happened in the last 24 hours is a total mystery to him and his team, but at least they are all okay. 

“Alright...Let’s see what this is about...” 

First thing, is to look into his ID card. Haku Island is a place of interest--is this a new region?--additionally, today is his birthday. 

Hugh finds his way to the docks, where boats are carrying people off to different islands. There’s no one here he recognizes, either. His first thought is that he got wrapped up in a tournament of some kind, but there should be other Pokémon around besides his. Not even Flygon knows what’s going on. Samurott doesn’t appear to be enlightened, either. The next thing for them to do, then, is to get on the boat.