infinitefrown | first train → voice & action

[Alrighty. Ingo has since discovered his predicament here, and spent some time figuring it out for himself; panicking in front of people isn't something Ingo usually does and he wasn't about to start, despite... you know, being thrown into who knows where with a pair of wings that would look better on a Pidove. Seriously, what is this?!

While all the information to absorb threatened to give him a headache, recovering his Pokémon calmed him down considerably, not to mention putting on his own clothes. That makes everything all better!

Except wait. Hold that "recovering Pokémon" part.]

Excuse me. [The journal icon reveals a rather sour-looking young man. And what are those things on the side of his face anyway? Sideburns?] Allow me to introduce myself-- I am Ingo, a Subway Boss. One of my Pokémon, Chandelure, has disappeared in favor of exploration; if anyone happens to see it-- [He pauses.]

Ah. [That's right, people here probably don't know what a Chandelure looks like...] Chandelure is... to put it simply, a.... sentient chandelier. Illuminated by fire. He is harmless, I assure you, but I apologize in advance for any possible mischief.

Still, if anyone happens to come across him, please let me know. [He mutters something about this "not being the train track he was expecting" before raising his voice again.] Thank you.

[Chandelure can be found about anywhere, barring perhaps the inside of people's houses... and can be found multiple times, as doubtless it'll wander off more than once.

In the meantime, as he has as much a chance of finding the fiery light fixture here as well as there, Ingo himself will be wandering around town, that disgruntled New Feather look in his eyes and a giant... axeface dragon...dinosaur thing following complacently behind him.]

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[Challenge? But you don't have any Pokéballs on you! How baffling.

And then Ingo shows up, Haxorus trailing a little behind.]

Chandelure? Chande-- ah... [Oh gosh, there it is! ...Oh gosh, it's harassing poor passersby.....!

Chandelure abandons circling Reiko to drift over to his master. Ingo, Ingo, this lady wants a challenge!] Please excuse him, miss. I hope he didn't bother you too much or for too long...

[Reiko turns at the sound of a person approaching. At least, she thinks he's a person. Those sideburns are a bit much...

But he can see the ayakashi. For just a moment, her eyes narrow. But then her customary cheery smile returns.] Oh no, I haven't been here long.

[Hey, hey. Crazy sideburns do not an inhuman make!]

Ah, good.... [He frowns severely down at Chandelure, who is the picture of innocence.] I've told you not to wander off. Return.

[INTO THE POKEBALL IT GOES. zoooop all those crazy recall sound effects] Sorry for the trouble; Chandelure happens to be quite curious.

[...and finally, Reiko is legitimately baffled. There is no icon that accurately conveys her level of 'what'.]

[fortunately she recovers quickly.]

Are you an exorcist, then?

[she's never seen a sealing container that works quite like that, but it's the only explanation she can think of.]

Exorcist...? [That's not really a word tossed around much where he's from, so it takes him a moment.]

No, not at all-- I am a Pokémon Trainer. Chandelure isn't a spirit in that sense; he's a Pokémon. [A ghost, but a Pokémon. H...How does he explain this shfdgh] Er, that is... a creature from my world.

[Then... it's not a youkai? But it seemed very much like one... Reiko is thinking, but it isn't showing on her face much.] 'Your world'?

[she hasn't really gotten an explanation yet, sorry Ingo.]

[Hoo boy, two new feathers trying to figure things out! Here goes nothing!

As Ingo constantly maintains an expression of displeasure himself, Reiko's similar lack of emotion doesn't faze him too badly.]

Where I lived before I was... transported to this station, one way or another. The same thing happened to you, did it not? [Or are you a local....?]

Well, I don't remember trying to visit this village. [so, a roundabout yes.]

[Welp, that works.] There you have it, miss. While I'm not very well acquainted with this place... [read: NOT THE BEST PERSON TO GET AN EXPLANATION FROM] ...I believe it is described as entirely separate from our previous inhabitations.

I see. [not really, but... there are more interesting things to talk about! Like ~~why your hair is so weird~~ that Pokémon.]

So what do Pokémon Trainers do, exactly?

[~~NOT WEIRD~~ This he can explain better than Luceti!]

Pokémon Trainers raise Pokémon to participate in "battles" where each Trainer's Pokémon is pitted against the other in friendly competition. It's an integral part of my world's culture; most everything revolves around Pokémon in some fashion.

Chandelure is one of my Pokémon, as well as Haxorus, here. [He gestures for the dragon-dinosaur to come closer. Haxorus, who had been hanging back, obediently comes forward to be inspected.] They are two of my closest companions.

[She doesn't look startled by the creature at all, though she does size it up.] Battling with these sounds a little dangerous.

[Hooray, Reiko! Not being shied away from helps Haxorus not feel so awkward.] While there is some inherent danger, of course, that's part of training work. Pokémon are quite good at directing their attacks-- it's rare for Trainers to become injured.

[Especially on the Subway, where RULES AND SAFETY ARE VERY IMPORTANT]

What about the other Pokémon?

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