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hanakihan · 3 months
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speaking of isekai
PLA honestly handled it better than 90% of isekai media in situation with Ingo
Like yea game downplays it in a way but it’s obvious he’s struggling
We clearly see him being an outcast here, he doesn’t spend time in settlements, he isn’t friends with that many people and mostly keeps it ‘professional’, his closest friends are his Pokémon
And entire amnesia situation makes it even sadder, man got yeeted here and now honestly doesn’t even know if he belongs here or anywhere at all
And now think about him having no memories and prior knowledge aside from reflexes, he has no language knowledge, no culture knowledge, he doesn’t even know what place and time it is, he ends up in a rather cruel wild place and just think about him, an amnesiac with clear need in medical attention straight up making himself learn how this world works
Ingo is honestly one of the best examples of undercover horror elements in isekai
Ingo’s situation isn’t romanticized or glorified or made fun of in canon by itself and it makes us feel sorry for him, it makes us sad, because even on basic level we understand how fucked up his situation is
Just think a minute about how Ingo’s situation is a literal isekai stripped of tropes and let depressing realization bitch slap you out of fantasy and memes
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ridreamir · 3 months
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How about some head cannons for blue berry academy students befriending a new student reader who turns out to be a faller? The reader is from our world and does have at least some memory loss.
And so I might have turned it into a fic and not a list of HCs... lemme know if you want me to rewrite it lol -- it was getting kinda long so this might just be a part one of two if people actually like it. If not I'll just move onto other things :p
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With the multi-billion dollar project underway to extend Blueberry Academy's underwater campus, there's been an influx of new students lining up to attend the recently founded institution!
As for you who may or may not have crash-landed in Unova not long ago -you with no credentials- there's no way you could have applied to join the wave of incoming students... had it not been for a string of improbable events that tied you up in some top secret plot.
An unpredicted meteor ripped through the planet's atmosphere in the late hours of night. A burst of unusual green-blue energy had not only been visible to the naked eye, but it set off all the satellite radars in the region. And what stumbled out of the impact zone was the most unlikely part of the story.
... Where... were you? Did you... fall asleep again? Opening your eyes, the cold midnight wilderness flashed alight with an eerie aurora floating close to the ground. The dust was settling, but instead of dispersing into the dirt, it'd been floating up back toward the clear starflecked sky. The surrounding field stood littered with broken shards of... something. They'd been decaying into twinkling flakes light enough to float off the ground — and being that it was pitch black, the only light you had to see was quickly dispersing from the stripped soil and clumps of torn up grass. Once they'd burnt the last of their light, it had left you nothing but one last gentle light source. Registering the mysterious shimmering crystal not far from your face, you sat up, with no proper sense of how you'd got there or what it had been doing on top of you. You must've walked for miles with it in your arms before passing out from exhaustion.
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You're really asleep again. You tried to cry out, open your eyes. Nothing happened. You tried to feel your fingertips, your breath in and out of your nose. Where is your body? Nothing... happened. The shell forming around you kept out the melded together white silhouettes, but it also kept you in. But a woman burst through the doors, and you couldn't make out here face as she yelled at them to stop. No, all you could make out was the familiar pattern of her earrings. "Can't you see that you can't drill through this?!" She pushed them out of the way, standing between you and their stainless steel tools. "You'll do nothing but hurt the both of them!"
. There's some illegible message displayed on the device you hold in your hands. You look down at it, not remembering what you were doing before.
You can't make out any of the details anymore, but you're unable to look away as you hear the sound effect from pressing the A-button. The symbols warp into familiar letters. You suddenly feel a slightly overshadowing presence behind you. At last, comprehensible text materializes.
"And so you have returned with some pretense of self awareness. Not as you were before, however."
You press the A-button again. "More a shell of what you once were... Something I lament to say likely cannot be reversed." A-button. "Nay, you are not the you that I once knew." You... press it again. "..." It does not speak, so you press it again.
And again.
"I am at a loss as to whether I should mourn a past that has faded into obscurity or feel at peace knowing that you are as ever-changing as the world you left in my charge." You press the button one more time, but the voice seems to hesitate for a moment, thinking of what next to say.
". . . "
"Regardless, I have been awaiting your return for a very long time."
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Better to get up and put on your tacky school uniform now than fall back asleep and wait to be dragged out from your boring old dorm room by the scruff.
Being taken as a test subject in the most remote middle-of-the-ocean facility felt more like being held prisoner than enrolling in school. Your homeroom teacher, Ms. Briar, had served as a reminder that the muddy flashes of memories you had of being encased in a living crystal were, in fact, real. She seems to know a lot about the creature you woke up holding, but next to nothing about you. While still mildly annoyed by her poking and prodding, you've warily come to accept that her endless curiosity is not out of cruelty. She is... respectful toward you. Not of your boundaries, but she's fascinated with you in a mild manner that does not immediately endanger your safety. Speaking of, as you sat down and slung your bag over the desk chair, Terapagos came tumbling out, clinking clumsily against the floor. "Aaa-" It cried, stuck on its back. Or, well, not it. He. You quickly scooped him up and set him back on his legs. He's looking up at you, nudging your shoe with his head. His unusually large eyes sparkle as he stares with unmatched innocence, waiting for you to bend over and pick him up. Which you do, knowing the pink haired girl that sits a few rows behind you is vibrating in her seat. "Cute... so cute..." She's mumbling under her breath. Ever since you 'enrolled' she'd done nothing but stare at your companion, which he seemed to find uncomfortable if the pulling at your shoelace wasn't enough to convey that fact. "Alright, little guy, alright. I'm on it." You huff, gently plucking him off the ground with two hands. He cries out in joy and she suddenly clutches her heart, falling backward out of her seat.
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Nobody here talks to you. Not because they haven't tried, but because every attempt has been met with you either pretending you hadn't heard them or getting up and walking out the classroom. All Briar had to do was take the attendance. They couldn't necessarily threaten you into forced bonding with others. No, your real confinement was having to go into the terrarium and complete menial tasks for the equivalent of money just so you could buy food and school supplies. You didn't even want to be here, you just didn't have anywhere better to go. Apparently they just wanted to protect you for the time being, but there's no way in hell you'd believe that's why they sent you into glorified solitary confinement in the middle of the ocean. Everyone else had permission to come and go whensoever they pleased.
No, your only equals here were your few Pokemon friends. The researchers might've claimed to be keeping your friends in the terrarium for the sake of their health and the preservation of the outside world it mimicked, but you'd never believe in their so called pure intentions. No, this was a pretty little garden for outsiders looking in, and a cage too small for ornate living decorations like you.
Terapagos had been your only one constant since day one, and he was wary of most other people. You trusted his judgement the most. Most other people. The lunch ladies were apparently the saints of the Pokemon world. The food staff are genuinely kind, and Terapagos is a fiend for all types of Pokemon confections you're quickly learning. They've told you that most Pokemon have a taste preference, but not your special little pal, though the poor thing had such a tiny stomach that does not match his monstrous appetite at all.
There's one other person Terapagos had once been intent on pestering in at the cafeteria, but was quickly distracted by another helping of berries and whipped cream.
Compliments to the hardworking Alcremie in the kitchen, they were the only ones who could truly keep his menace at bay... You were endlessly thankful for the distraction, anyway. You wouldn't have known what to do if he'd marched right on up to the four of them chatting amongst themselves over lunch. Red haired dude. Pink haired girl. Scary four eyes. Annoying dragon jerk. Everyone knew who they were. Those were the most problematic trainers in all the Academy.
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drkineildwicks · 2 months
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More Pokémon
More BH6
Obake: so what’s the little one called then?
Tadashi: Kevin Hart.
In the ongoing saga of Obake and Tadashi get Isekai’ed…it’s happening with Palworld too but one of the joys of capturing Pokémon in Legends is getting ready to capture one ‘mon and then seeing the next one you want to try for out of the corner of your eye. :D
And to explain Tadashi’s naming reasoning here: Hugh Jackman voiced the Easter Bunny in Rise of the Guardians, so now every time we see a rabbit we go Hugh Jackman!  And then he was also in the third Night at the Museum movie, where his name was misheard as Huge Ackman…which is what we also call the rabbits. X’D  But it’s fitting for an alpha Lopunny that’s taller than the player character.
Find it on Eclipse here, as always please be kind and reblog, not repost, thank you! :D
Pokémon © Game Freak; Nintendo
Big Hero 6 © 2014 Disney
Done in Adobe Photoshop.
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It's not the big one you have to worry about, Tadashi named that little one accurately.
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summerandfall · 1 year
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Reguri Week 2022 for day 5 - a mix of the prompts returning home + ancient regions (part 1 | part 2) (fic)
cw: angst i guess, not a fun time even tho it's ❤️💚 week
thought i'd pull from my Faller!Blue au for this one!
Blue has come back from a rather life-changing trip from ancient Kanto! Unfortunately, he brought back a lot of baggage with him so lmao he'll be weary of Red for some time while he gets used to things again
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if anybody's interested i'll try to write more bulleted lists like this cause i do have other characters in this au too like leaf's ancestor & other members of the royal fam, just let me know
faller blue in color but i cant decide which one
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waffliesinyoface · 30 days
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its always funny to me when people mention the protagonist of PLA "going home" after their arceus-assigned-duty is complete.
don't you get it?
Jubilife City is your home now.
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aialaau · 8 months
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So, I was scrolling through my dash, like usual. And I saw a post by @monsoon-of-art about their current playthrough of the Alola games and them casually joking about yeeting Gladion into Hisui for funsies, and that made me remember I had this sitting in my computer for Arceus-knows-how-long.
So. Hau in Hisui.
He landed in the Cobalt Coastlands, in Hideaway Bay. Lady Overqwil found him passed out on the beach and poked him awake. She was pleasantly surprised when he neither ran in fear at the sight of her nor instantly froze in reverence. He exclaimed in surprise and then asked what her battle prowess was after thanking her. She was a wandering Noble that hadn't had a warden in decades, maybe a century at this point. She accepted that the remaining clans had forgotten her, but this boy was of neither clan. Yes, he would be hers.
Hau lost most of his memories in the drop but retained his love and respect for Pokemon. He could tell that this Pokemon was powerful. She held herself with a confidence that he knew he witnessed before, but couldn't remember. She was insistent that he follow her.
They wandered the region by way of water, finding old pokeballs and slowly building up Hau's team. Occasionally, he'd challenge her to a battle. This was new to the Noble. No warden had ever been so brash to face their Noble in combat.
She liked this human.
Powerful and courageous, but kind and gentle.
Hau would something wander off on his own to train or forage. Sometimes he would encounter some clan members, but... he didn't speak Hisuian, nor did they know any Alolan.
More often than not, he would frighten them away before they ever had the chance to talk.
A member of the Diamond Clan claimed to have witnessed him wrestling and Ursaring and winning.
Someone in the Pearl Clan stated that he stopped a charging Piloswine with his bare hands.
A merchant in the Ginko Guild claims to see him riding a Gyarados while in a rage. (He was forcing it away from Lady Overqwil's eggs)
Rumors spread about a wild spirit, the body of man, but the strength of Pokemon.
Ingo had yet to say anything on the matter, other than, "They are very skilled in battles."
Any questions just let me know.
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kelpiemomma · 9 months
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Back on my peas in a pod bullshit
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Started thinking about how Sakaki would feel about Giovanni and vice versa. 
Needless to say they would hate each other. 
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oakhold-cheerios · 1 year
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They say that a blank white space can be a vacant spot for a new opportunity...
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ceriseisland · 8 months
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Just finished watching Nimona and I'm mad bc the plot is really similar to my big johtrio longfic so now it's just going to seem derivative of that
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yewsoup · 1 year
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Subway Boss: Become Nobody
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What happens when a city boy from the Pokemon world lands in a world so, so unlike his own, that he doesn't know where he is? What happens when he doesn't know, like all it's inhabitants, to avoid the glowing purple and orange lights in the woods. Lest they steal him away?
What happens when a man loses himself before he can be found again?
And who are these odd creatures that worry over him so?
(Ingo Pokemon gets Eeby Deebied to a D&D world)
Can also be read Here on Ao3!
When Ingo wakes up, it is to the feeling of cold seeping into his clothes. Waterproof as his coat can be, it's made more to keep cool in Nimbasa's heat, than it is to keep warm. So the cold is enough to rouse him. Unexpected as it is, in the middle of summer. Also, a leaf landing on his face.
The subway boss' eyes slowly open, a shake of his head dislodging the autumn-gold leaf from his face. Above him is the sky- dotted with far more stars than he's ever seen in the city. Amount reaching closer to when Drayden took him and Emmet camping to teach them survival skills. Not that they ever went on a proper Pokemon journey to use them in.
Trains were nice in that way.
He is not very knowledgeable about nature, but as Ingo pushes himself up and wet seeps into his hands. He notes that none of the trees around look remotely like any he's seen before.
Definitely not around Nimbasa, or Opelucid. That's for certain.
Looking around, he dimly notes that there's also quite a lot of snow. Even as the creeping soreness all throughout his body fogs his mind, he knows that that's wrong. Among many other things.
He groans. It feels like that time he fell down the stairs when he was little. What was he even doing before...?
Casting his mind back like a fishing line, the panic of his last memories begins to creep up on him. He had been conducting the singles line back to the station after a long day of battling- There was... he had Haxorus and Eelektross out, to check them over and make sure they were alright. As well as to keep him company.
He and Emmet had changed up which Pokemon they used on the lines in order to give them a change of pace- they loved battling just as much as the twins, but doing the same battle formats can get boring for them.
Durant had still been healing when there was an odd noise. The lights in the train flickering. And... something. Something distinctly unnatural.
A harsh crackling rings in his ears, and a dark rainbow borders the edges of his vision. Putting his hair on end, even as he shakes the memory off. He didn't see it coming. None of them did, he's fairly certain.
One minute, he was on the train, and the next he was...
Falling.
Okay, that explains why everything hurts.
A gust of wind blows through Ingo and he shivers. And it threatens to blow his hat out of reach from where it had landed beside him, so he grabs it, setting it in it's rightful spot atop his head and earning himself a modicum more warmth in the meantime.
He needs to get moving. Find people. Or at least somewhere to take shelter. (The clouds gathering around the mountain's peak look rather grey to him. He doesn't want to be out in a snowstorm.) (His eyes glide past the cracks of lightning and shadow peeking through the clouds. Too disoriented to process a second dark rainbow.)
Hopefully he isn't too far from civilization. If he's lucky, he's somehow still in Unova, despite his doubts. Just... some farther flung corner. Or an island he's never been to because the train doesn't go there! And they'll have a phone he can call the station with to assure Emmet and everyone he's alright, so they won't be worried.
Yes! That's the ideal! At worst, he's just in another region, right? He's fairly certain no regular Pokemon could teleport him to another continent. Therefore it's likely he's just further north from Unova, in a colder region! He wouldn't even need to take a boat then. Well, unless he's on an island. He greatly hopes he's not on an island.
Familiar growling from nearby drags him out of his thoughts. Shoot. He forgot about wild Pokemon. At least he has... His hands grasp empty air on his belt, and he swears under his breath. He does not, in fact, have his Pokemon. Or really any of their Pokemon. At all.
Right then, he'll ALSO need to do his best to avoid any wild Pokemon. Great. Just great.
Ingo is not particularly known for being stealthy. This is because he's never learned how to be. Past shutting his mouth. The crunching of the snow beneath his feet weighs heavy in his ears.
The growling stops. A howling croon that's unmistakable ringing out. Is that-
"Haxorus?"
Ingo is barrelled over by an eel and a dragon. Both crying out in relief. And he feels tension leave his shoulders. He's not alone in this.
Man and Pokemon clutch eachother tight. Relieved to have the others in this strange, cold, place.
He has to push them off of him, laughing, so he can stand and stop the ground leeching the warmth out of him even more. "Alright, alright! Let me stand, it's cold down here!" And Ingo hugs Eelektross and Haxorus tight once more after he stands.
They are just as ill-suited to the cold as he. Shivering along with him as a breeze calls a small flurry of snow upon their group. Ingo's equivalent of a smile- something more in the eyes than the mouth- falters. "Ah- sorry, you two are cold, aren't you? You should go back into your pokeballs for now." He pauses. "Unless either of you recognize this place?"
He's distracted from the shaking of their heads by his hands closing on empty air where their pokeballs should be. There is nothing where their pokeballs should be.
"Oh no."
And then Ingo is patting down his pockets, hoping against hope. Surely he just put them in his pockets accidentally. Surely! He knows he can be a bit absent minded but to not have their pokeballs...
"I think I dropped them when we were pulled through."
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Haxorus, Eelektross, and Ingo hurry back and scour the areas each of them fell. Hoping to find the pokeballs if they are lost in the dirt.
But there is no sign of the devices.
"They must have been left on the train car." Ingo groans, running a hand down his face. Ideally, the pokeballs aren't lost in the wilderness. So that's what Ingo will choose to believe.
They all shiver at another gust of wind. Haxorus and Eelektross huddle up to Ingo for warmth. He wraps his arms around them. Hugging them close. "And we still haven't seen any sign of people..."
His gaze turns to the sunset-tinged sky. "We need to find either people or shelter before it gets dark. Have either of you seen a cave? Or loose branches we can use to make something to block the wind?" Haxorus rumbles at him, pulling away. She tosses her head to point at some trees, emphasizing her axes.
Ingo chuckles softly. "We should collect loose branches before finding out if we need to cut down trees, Haxie." Haxorus huffs air in his face, but relents.
Especially since Eelektross blurbles something that catches her interest. Both Pokemon exchanging words. Before they break their discussion and Haxorus grabs Ingo's hand to drag him along. Eelektross darting up ahead to lead the way.
Ingo collects branches on the way to the cave Eelektross remembered. Though he only half-remembers how to actually make a lean-to over the crack in the cliff like he planned.
Listen, he doesn't Go camping, alright? And if he does, he CERTAINLY uses a tent and not a lean-to. Like a sensible person. ... Maybe he should go over how to make a lean-to again when they get home.
Haxorus gives an unimpressed snort at the lean-to.
"Well I'd like to see you do better." Was a poor choice of words, Ingo finds. Because far too quickly does he need to once more stop Haxorus from chopping down a tree when they had perfectly acceptable shelter.
At least Eelektross supports him. And remembers they need to fill the gaps with leaves and moss.
Eelektross is a good boy. Hopefully Emmet isn't too worried about them all.
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The night is... uncomfortable. The nights continue to be uncomfortable. It has been two days and they have not managed to see any other humans. Nor have they seen many Pokemon- those they have are odd, and unlike any Ingo has seen. Quick to retreat at a challenge, rather than enjoy a good battle. The food he has been able to find has been strange in appearance. Other than some leafed plants. And it is cold.
Haxorus refuses to take his coat to keep warm. Instead choosing to use Ingo as a warm-blooded teddy bear when she gets too cold. Or stopping and insisting they find somewhere to light a fire and get warm in. Though they have to be careful every time so as not to poison themselves with the smoke and choke themselves out of the cave.
Eelektross takes to curling around either Ingo or Haxorus. Attempting to keep both of them warm. When walking. Acting as another layer of protection against the elements. Getting to wiggle under Ingo's coat whenever Ingo is the subject of cuddles while walking is just a bonus. Really.
As they progress further through the icy landscape, it just gets snowier. And Ingo fears. Fears they're going the wrong way. Fears he's gotten them lost. Fears they'll never find civilization. So he does not notice the fog slowly rolling in. Until he can't see his hand in front of his face and both Pokemon have disappeared from his sight. Brought back to reality from a creaking under his feet.
Oh no.
Ingo freezes in place. Creaking. It's snowy. Ice? Is he standing on ice? Eelektross cries out. Calling for him, or maybe Haxorus? She calls back. And then they are both calling. Faint yellow spots glow through the snow when he twists around to look. Shadowed by a nearby claw of a standing Haxorus.
"I'm here! I'm fi-iIIIIIINE!" The ice cracks more under his feet when he tries to back up. Kuso. He forgot about the ice. One thing at a time. Get off the ice first, then get back to the Pokemon.
The Pokemon that are calling out in alarm. Moving closer. "Don't worry! I'm fine! There's just. Ice! Under me!" He tries to reassure, but the Pokemon still approach. "Don't come too close! I don't know how far the ice extends!" Reluctantly, they stop. Allowing Ingo to think on his predicament.
"Eelektross, can you come closer? Just enough to get out of Haxorus' mould breaker. It should be safe if you can levitate." The ice creaks a little more under him, and he does his best not to move.
If he moves, the ice will likely break. If the ice breaks, he'll go tumbling, either into water, which they can't afford with how cold it is. Or he could be on the edge of a cliff. Or over a tunnel. Or on top of a Pokemon's den. Or or or- Not helpful right now! He needs to get off the ice! Not worry about what's underneath him!
Emmet would never forgive him if he died in the snow with their Pokemon.
The ice creaks again. Ingo can't help but shuffle back, breath hitching in his chest. The ice  s h a t t e r s .
Ingo's scream echoes over the Icelands. Ringing in Eelektross and Haxorus' earholes, as well as sending all the mysterious creatures around them fleeing.
(All except for one. Which scrabbles forwards over the ice in the direction of the scream, curious. But they will never learn that.) (It's part of the reason the animals flee too.)
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Ingo comes to with a groan in a pile of snow. Ow... Guess it was a cliff, then.
As he attempts to shove himself up on chilled arms, he notes that all he can hear is ringing. Ringing. Ringing in his ears. (He does not hear the worried calls of his panicked Pokemon from above.)
"Kuso." He can swear right now. As a treat. With everything he's been through these past three days, he deserves it. Blurry vision squints up. "I have to get up. They'll be worried sick." And that's all he needs to force himself to get up. Not succumbing to the chill.
(Up above, Haxorus and Eelektross hear a whisper of their trainer's voice, and breathe a shared sigh of relief.)
He hugs himself tight for warmth. Staring up the cliff and trying to force his eyes to focus. What would be the best plan right now? Eelektross can levitate. Giving it an easy way down the cliff. But none of them have eaten properly since coming here. There's no way he'd have the strength to carry Ingo up. Or Haxorus down. And Haxorus is weak to ice. She can't just be left alone up there in the cold.
Ingo yells, ignoring his own shivering and hoping they can hear him. "STAY UP THERE! I'LL FIND A WAY BACK UP TO YOU, OKAY? EELEKTROSS, PROTECT HAXORUS FROM THE COLD. BOTH OF YOU STAY AWAY FROM THE CLIFF EDGE. WE DON'T HAVE YOUR POKEBALLS TO RETREAT TO IF YOU FELL AND GOT HURT."
There's twin cries of confirmation. From the top of the cliff. That he can just barely hear. And he sags slightly in relief.  Good. They'll be safe.
Now he just has to find his way back up there...
"I'M GOING TO WALK ALONG THE CLIFF FACE! THERE WILL LIKELY BE A WAY UP SOMEWHERE ALONG THERE! STAY SAFE, I LOVE YOU. PROTECT EACHOTHER, ALRIGHT?"
Ideally, he won't die from the cold down here.
Ingo's always been a man of ideals.
But that doesn't mean he can't accept that he's very possibly gotten some kind of injury from that fall. (Oh how his body aches. It blurs together with the ache in his stomach. So he just hurts all over.) And he is freezing.
Pokemon are more resilient than humans. But that doesn't mean they're infallible. They need to take care of eachother. (Especially if he-)
It will be fine! They'll find civilization eventually! And they just have to keep going until then! Which means the Pokemon need to stay safe and he has to get back to them.
(A gust of wind blows through him. And he pulls his coat tighter. Getting lost in the desert would be more fun than this.)
Ingo doesn't know how long he walks. It could have been miles. It could have been a few feet. It's really hard to tell with the fog, okay?
He doesn't see any way up the cliff and back to the Pokemon.
Instead, he sees something much better.
The glow of two lanterns and purple flames. Blurred through the fog.
They must not have been as far from Nimbasa as he thought! That's- "Chandelure?!"
(He ignores the fact he hasn't seen any Pokemon he recognizes, past his own. He ignores the unfamiliar plants. He ignores lack of snow anywhere NEAR Nimbasa, or Unova in general. He ignores the fact it was summer-) (He just wants to see a familiar face.)
The Orange Lanterns (or maybe torches? With the way they trail up from the source) and Chandelure pause at his call. It MUST be someone out looking for him with Chandelure!
(Back at the cliff, Haxorus and Eelektross have long since gotten worried about their trainer.)
Ingo quickens his pace. Calling out again, "Chandelure! Is it you? I knew you'd find us!  Haxorus and Eelektross are with me too, but we got separated, so I was looking for- a way. back. to.. them..."
(So blinded by hope was he, he failed to realize the purple flames he saw were not flames at all, but glowing fog.)
Ingo Giniro locks eyes with a scrawny creature, lean and skinny. Skinny enough it's ribs are showing. With bright orange glowing eyes. Ones that glow in such a way that the power trails upwards from them. And fog wreathing it's neck. And he knows he has made a mistake.
The words dry up in his throat, and Ingo finds he can't remember what he was talking about.
Only that he can't look away.
(Pokemon cries ring out, Eelektross and Haxorus having made their way down the cliff.) (Ingo doesn't realize they're his Pokemon's cries.)
This Pokemon looks a bit like Chandelure. With the purple wreathing up from it like fire.
Who... whose Chandelure again?
(The mist of the creature plumes, and blurry images dance along it's surface.)
This must be a psychic type, with it's eyes glowing like that. Up close, the way they're set on it's mask-like face remind him of lanterns, the ones they'd see when they went... went to... Kan? Joh? Sinn...?
What region was it again?
It was summer, but he can't quite recall the way the warmth felt on his skin. Or the face of the family-clan? He'd visit.
(He doesn't hear the crashing in the underbrush.)
Ing- takes a step closer. Voice soft as he can make it. Because this creature has been staring at him for.... he doesn't know. It's a lost passenger, and a sub--y b--- always takes care of lost pass-ngers! (He thinks.) "Hello? Are you lost?" And the creature's many spines- they look almost like arrows or spears- bristle. Maybe not then. But if they're arrows... "Are you hurt?"
The creature- not all that scrawny, really. It's belly is well rounded- it must know where to find food around here... Wherever... here. is. Wait. Where is here? How did he get here again?
(Electricity crackles behind him, and an arrow- unnaturally sharp- launches. Slicing through the su-w-- b---'s collar. Only just missing his neck. To his lack-of-notice.)
Oh there's a creature over there! A poke- pok- pocke- He doesn't remember the word, quite. But he doesn't recognize it, which strikes him as strange. But In-- doesn't know why.  Maybe he knows a lot about them? That seems silly. He doesn't even know what one of those is.
Something rushes past the edge of his vision, dark and furiously roaring. That's alright. He's just here. Staring at the lovely creature over there. Something white is falling. Thrown up by the charging axe-beast. It settles on I---'s shoulders, making him... cold? He thinks?
Is this what cold is? He's not even shivering! (It's too cold for that.)
A blink, and he finds himself staggering. Something red hot hot hot- jabbing into his side. There's stuff coming out of it. Wet and sticky.
Another arrow flies past his cheek. Snaring the high collar of the cloth he's wearing. 
Ah. He's in a battle. He should move.
The man falls on his butt as a green shape rushes past him. Lightning crackling along it's sides as it launches it at the creature the axe-dragon was staring at. Posture limp so her tail was dragging in the snow.
That must be cold.
Cold is bad for dragons.
He watches, feeling oddly disconnected from everything, as the dragon shakes her head and roars at the creature before her. Launching into a pattern of fancy footwork that seems to make her faster. Her blades sharper.
She strikes. And the lightning-eel only just misses getting struck from where it stands, dazed.
The man tries to stand. They need his help! "Hey!"
The smoke-creature's eyes lock with his.
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A man comes to on the cold ground. And he hurts. He didn't know it was possible to hurt this much. Ow. At least he knows what pain is? Something's pressing at his stomach. Where the pain is.
He groans, and tries to move. But is quickly shoved back down by the lightning-eel. An Eelektross? He thinks?
It feels like his head is full of fog.
Scolding, worried, calls, reach his ears. Claws help him move more safely so he can see- Oh. That's an arrow sticking out of his stomach.
Why is there an arrow in his stomach?
There's a lot of red in the cold stuff around them.
He's pretty sure that's bad. He tries to express himself, but his tongue feels awkward in his mouth as he tries to make the sounds needed for the words. "That's warui. We need-" the words falter on his tongue, and hesitantly, he tries. "Tasuke ga hitsuyo? Help."
The Haxorus(?) looming over him snorts. Because it's rather obvious, really, that they need help. "I don't kangaeru I can ugoku..."
"Can you tasuke o motomeru? I will be. OK." He clicks his tongue as he makes the last noise. The man is fairly certain he is using no words correctly. But the creatures seem to understand him anyways, based on how the Eelektross(?) blurbles. And discussion starts up between the pocket monsters.
His eyes start to slip closed, and the lightning-eel smacks his leg. No sleeping! This rings true, somewhere in the depths of his foggy mind, but he is so cold, and everything hurts. It would be so nice to just... rest his eyes...
This time he is whapped with a tail. Ow.
The conversation finishes, and the Eelektross(?) rushes off. Leaving the axe-dragon to keep him awake. Though the alarm calls let out by the worried eel are more than enough to lance concern through him. Keeping him awake- for now.
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Gaeric had been journeying through the Icelands to bring supplies back to the clan when he heard a scream. A human scream.
Now, Gaeric would normally brush that off as a monster's mimicry. An attempt to lure fools into it's trap. If it weren't for the loud shouting he heard not too long after it. Too far away to make out the words, but it comes from the borders of the territory of the lost, and well... Everyone in the Pearl Clan has seen what happens to people who encounter that beast unprepared.
Cursing his soft heart and own foolishness, he double checks that his map is where he will find it should he forget the route home, and angles his sled in the direction the voice had been coming from.
Hopefully the person's companions- because they've got to have companions if they were shouting at someone- can keep them safe. At least until Gaeric can arrive to help.
Gaeric is on the verge of turning around, thinking he's missed the person. Because he could hear the shouting and scream so they couldn't have been that far away. Nobody's capable of being that loud. Surely. So it's more likely he missed the person and needs to turn back.
That is when he hears the beastly calls. And his hand goes to his shortsword. Wary of the creature that could make such unrecognizable calls. It's not wholly uncommon to come across something completely unfamiliar, ever since the rift ripped open in the sky above. And a couple nights ago, the dark rainbow had danced.
Seems whatever fell from it last must have survived.
Calls turn into a shriek, as whatever lurks in the woods spots him. Lighting up spots in a row with a crackling, bright yellow glow. And Gaeric swears under his breath. It must have seen his fog lantern.
The dark shape lunges through the fog at him, and Gaeric braces. Ready to dodge a blow that doesn't come.
Instead, an eel-like beast skids to a stop in front of him, and dances in the air. Blurbling at him. Spots flashing in a pattern- though not one he understands- as it carefully keeps it's distance from him and his sword.
He watches the creature's strangeness- it seems ill-suited to the Icelands. Shivering when a breeze picks up. And sees when it realizes he doesn't understand what it wants. Yet, instead of attacking, it stops. Considers him.
Then it steals one of the rubies from his cart and darts off.
Normally, Gaeric would let the beast steal the one item. It's not worth running into a hungry Mimiri and becoming one of it's lost for a single gemstone.
But the gemstone it stole is important. They need as many rubies as they can get for heat spell components to survive the winter. Especially since findings were scarcer this year with everything that happened, including the storm of problems caused by the rift's droppings.
"Hey! Get back here with that!"
Gaeric keeps up with the beast easily. For it stops whenever he gets too far behind, and it's form crackles with lightning. Making it easier to see in the ever-present fog.
The lightning-Eel drops to the ground and skitters forwards. Leaving the ruby behind. Uncaring. As it calls out and is met by a different call. For a second, he thinks it a trap. Then a voice, loud, but weak, and slightly clumsy in it's words, calls out.
"Eel...ek...tross....?"
And Gaeric takes a few steps forwards. Past the large tree he stopped his sled by. This is when he sees a hand- a humanoid hand- reaching out to the lightning-eel to pet it. Earning a calm, but worried, blurble. Sounding not too dissimilar from the word the man said, actually.
The lightning-eel then makes another call. And coming closer, Gaeric can see a black cloaked man bleeding out in the snow. Another beast looming over him. This one has axes on either side of it's face, and armour plating all down it's spine. But Gaeric can tell it's even less suited to the cold than it's companion. As it shivers where it stands. Half over the man. He must be- have been?- a ranger. And these would be his beasts.
Which explains the way they beckon him over, desperate for help. Any help. And knew to go to a humanoid for it. Gaeric feels sick when he sees the familiar too-sharp arrows in and on the ground around them. Knowing just what they mean.
That evening, Warden Gaeric returns to the settlement with two beasts at his side, and one on Mimiri's lost in his sled. And everyone old enough understands what that means.
Everyone who isn't old enough, quickly understands just how bad it is. To have your memories eaten. Especially when the newly-named Nobori proves to have a limited grasp of any of the important survival skills. Or who he is at all, really. And neither he, nor his beasts, have any clue where they might have come from.
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Back in Unova, a train pulls into Gear Station empty of it's conductor. The only trace a singular pokeball resting atop the healing station in the last car before the engine. And a man in white despairs at the mysterious loss of his brother and Pokemon. Gone in a way impossible to understand. Not even Durant, left behind in the car, understands what happened.
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ridreamir · 1 year
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reader is from our world right? so if our phone still has the same apps as it normally does
imagine if the reader had like a pokedex app
and after laventon talks about making a pokedex they just show the app like "you mean this?"
The answer to this one isn't easy, given that regardless of what was on the device before transmigration, it'd been altered to perform as Arceus believed necessary-- it's likely the Arcphone remained unable to serve any purpose beyond what Arceus intended for it as a tool, meaning any app that had existed before could have been erased if it meant it would impede in some way. Or, since you are historically the first to compile the Pokedex despite it not being recorded in history, the app ceases to exist in the time period you've now inhabited. The problem is also that there's no saying how intact your memory is after experiencing the alteration of Arceus' will. If you had forgotten anything, it's unlikely you'd be aware of it, as you'd have no memories of that which had been forgotten. Perhaps you could feel a mild sense of displacement or void in your mind, like there'd been a blockage or something missing that had supposed to exist there in the recesses of your conscience, but if Arceus wanted (assuming it had enough power to do so) it could make you forget about such an app ever existing in the first place.
That isn't to say that it'd completely erase those chunks of information, rather you'd have to unearth them through the progression of your research, thus aiding in your compiling of the first Sinnohan compendium.
Of course, history would forget your contributions and attribute them to the Professor, but there'd perhaps be mentions of a peculiar researcher who had aided in the gathering of field data whose name and face remained lost to a bygone age. Lost in a library fire or by building collapse, the precious photographs you'd collected, the writings from your very hand, all of it would be damaged beyond the point of tracing back to you, yet still, remnants of you would remain in the modern day. All a deliberate deterioration from that same mysterious will that had summoned you those many years ago. Tattered letters written to a dear friend. A stamp of two golden ginkgo leaves on a faded envelope. Someone still remains, scouring the region of Sinnoh, looking to uncover the great mystery of that fabled individual forgotten in time.
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hisuianhellion · 5 months
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"What have I stumbled myself into..."
The words lingered on Rose's lips as she laid upon the cot she had been assigned. The light of a lamp was settled quietly and calmly alongside of her, up upon the windowsill by the small rock collection the previous occupant had left in their stead. The room (house?) she was being allowed to stay in was... well it wasn't the best. She wasn't uncomfortable at the moment, no, but there was a lingering dread that her back was potentially going to be in a world of hurt in a few nights' time if she didn't find a way to support her back and head... But admittedly, that wasn't the most pressing issue.
In her palm sat her phone. With a new case, new apps and functionality bordering on eerily magical in its accuracy. An "Arc Phone". Bestowed upon her by... what humans call 'Arceus'. A giant giraffe made of light with glowing red eyes. She couldn't get the image of that thing out of her head. She was in her apartment, trying her best not to fall asleep at her computer desk, and then... bam. The chair just fell out from underneath of her, and she fell into complete darkness. It was the strangest damn thing.
And now? She was in a world with creatures that seemed completely benign... with every other damn human scared to even look at them the wrong way. Pokémon. Sure! One had fire along its back. But after it was in its... uh, ball? It was called a Pokéball, right? It seemed chill as all hell! Like it was just waiting to see if someone could safely get it into one. A game to them, that little owl popping out with a hooting giggle when the Pokéball failed. These little creatures that seemed to have boundless energy and abilities wildly beyond the capabilities of humanity, and this scared the hell out of any and all of them not willing to learn more about them.
Laventon was nice. Sweetheart of a gentlemen, he had that British accent. He wasn't afraid of them in the least, but... perhaps that made sense. He was the Pokémon Professor! Guy had his life in the game. And Akari... well, she wasn't lacking for enthusiasm! A little low on the self-esteem meter, but she was still a kid! Like, sixteen, tops. Rose, sitting in her very early twenties, could very much relate.
Cyllene, though. She had Rose wary. There was a coldness to her words, a calculating directness that made it plenty obvious she had a disturbing amount of control in whatever operation was going on in this village. And it had the poor newcomer on edge. She sighed through her nose, bringing a hand up to rub along her eyes as the low light began to let her eyes sag slightly.
Seek out all Pokémon... That was her mission here. Plucked from the jaws of monotonous grinding just to keep a roof over her head in a backwater town in New York, and now she was sitting here in a Japanese-esque world that screamed 'isekai' all over it. Part of her was excited. But the other part of her knew. This was just trading one grind for another. And it seemed, based on Cyllene's words?
It was one that could very much lay her out. Or do far, far worse than that...
... woo.
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adhdslugcrimes · 1 year
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Done with the Pokedex shit, 4 stars 🤩 Also
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Damian and Bruce evolved 🤣 aqualad is my last one to evolve and whatever new one we're getting.
Just like Dick to raise his baby brother/son and his father 🤣
Dick really can't leave his Eldest daughter syndrome in his own universe 🙄
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spencecreates · 1 year
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Oh to be swallowed by another world with people I might call family when it spits us out again, bonded by trauma and memories that no one else could understand
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