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[Closed] Seto Kaiba in pokemon land.
Mar. 10th, 2018 04:59 pm"You're probably going to want to keep that on," she'd told her adopted brother as they exited the train at the stop to her world. "I don't know how much our languages are mutually intelligible."
They could be - his name certainly sounded Kantan enough, but she didn't want to risk it and not that she's taking hers off, either. Look, she speaks just enough Alolan to get by, but not nearly enough for this trip.
If she was honest, that first step of the train was- terrifying but at the same time, freeing.
She'd never been more happier to see familiar sunlight on a familiar blue sky than when the doors opened. It wasn't the final stop and it wouldn't be, for either of them. After she'd shown him her world, she wanted to see his, to experience Duel Monsters the way it was supposed to be.
Her world. Arkea. Alola. Home. She could already smell the salt air, hear the ocean and all the familiar sounds of life as she knew it. There was the familiar, welcome weight of her pokeballs, of her team. Of the pokegear around her neck -a check of time revealed it was noon-hour on the same day she'd left. Well, ok...?. Ahh whatever. That can be dealt with later, but at least it explained what she couldn't hear the sound of battles.
But, it did not matter. This was home and they'd disembarked on the grounds of the facility and its collection of buildings collectively known as the Battle Tree. She could stand and stare and marvel for hours, if not days.
Yet, for now- she had a promise to keep, one that was years in the making since she'd first told him of porygon and their shells, or so it felt.
"We're around the back, probably near where we store the extra teleporters." Which are pokemon, but details. "Come on. We'll teleport over to Heahea City and build you a porygon, and they have high-end breeders with baby dragons. I'll pay, so don't think, just get what you want."
Just depends on what he wanted to do first in this world. She was but the guide and bank.
Also, if Seto looks skyward, there is a bright blue day star a handspan from the sun. This world, it seems, might have two suns.
They could be - his name certainly sounded Kantan enough, but she didn't want to risk it and not that she's taking hers off, either. Look, she speaks just enough Alolan to get by, but not nearly enough for this trip.
If she was honest, that first step of the train was- terrifying but at the same time, freeing.
She'd never been more happier to see familiar sunlight on a familiar blue sky than when the doors opened. It wasn't the final stop and it wouldn't be, for either of them. After she'd shown him her world, she wanted to see his, to experience Duel Monsters the way it was supposed to be.
Her world. Arkea. Alola. Home. She could already smell the salt air, hear the ocean and all the familiar sounds of life as she knew it. There was the familiar, welcome weight of her pokeballs, of her team. Of the pokegear around her neck -a check of time revealed it was noon-hour on the same day she'd left. Well, ok...?. Ahh whatever. That can be dealt with later, but at least it explained what she couldn't hear the sound of battles.
But, it did not matter. This was home and they'd disembarked on the grounds of the facility and its collection of buildings collectively known as the Battle Tree. She could stand and stare and marvel for hours, if not days.
Yet, for now- she had a promise to keep, one that was years in the making since she'd first told him of porygon and their shells, or so it felt.
"We're around the back, probably near where we store the extra teleporters." Which are pokemon, but details. "Come on. We'll teleport over to Heahea City and build you a porygon, and they have high-end breeders with baby dragons. I'll pay, so don't think, just get what you want."
Just depends on what he wanted to do first in this world. She was but the guide and bank.
Also, if Seto looks skyward, there is a bright blue day star a handspan from the sun. This world, it seems, might have two suns.
