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🌸 ███ CAUGHT INSTANTLY BY WHAT HE says; the face he dresses shows any lack of familiarity to her, the words he speaks only harshen the blow. it’s as if time had stopped for her in this moment yet around her continued. the bustle of people as they walked past students speaking of their classes, contest fans rooting for their current stars, businessmen stopping for lunch at a stall nearby. only she felt frozen. her lungs struggled to inhale, her body refused to move. eyes wide from the sheer shock & she felt faint.
what could have happened ? what could have happened ? the thought runs over & over in her mind. tears sting at her eyes & with the blinking of them away she’s recalled back to life as it were. a shake of her head & a cough to clear her throat. she feels red in the face, too warm. hands press against her cheek with a light tap in hopes she can find herself to focus. it’s a bit much for her— the suddenness of seeing her beloved friend coupled with him clearly not knowing her. " oh, aha, uhm." words stumble from her as a try to cover up her current state of affairs. "i, uhhhh, i-i’ve heard of you from a friend ! "
another clearing of her throat & she jumps in place, a hand on her hip & another gesturing with an index finger to the air. attempting to look so sure of herself. had to be an explanation for this; perhaps this is adaman before they met ! maybe he’s just pretending he’s not from the past ! maybe he lost his memory ! all of those sounded horrible in her mind. " she speaks very highly of you ! clad in a blue hisuian coat & a cute leafeon !" the word hisuian leaves her before she can catch it. a laugh, it comes out nervous. " anyway it’s just soooo great to meet you in person ! f-finally !"
Yikes! That’s exactly not how Adaman could see this going at all - and his big heart writhes with the bile that seeps from trying to see what had he don't wrong, scramble around mentally with memories that do not go that far beyond that of the smaller having waltzed up to him, and their reaction somehow... being this. Leafeon’s ears fall a bit and even strut towards the stranger with great worry in his amber eyes, a soft purr coming from his mouth as reassurance.
‘‘ Hey – hey... You sure you’re ok? ‘‘ The words she says falling to deaf ears when what now Adaman bleeds more is great worry and a wish to fix what mistake has he done, and strong hands gently lift to try and offer a shoulder, ever the caring man he’s known and can’t help but simply be, one hand to her shoulder with a touch as light as feathers and morning breeze, never once trying to step boundaries at all nor force anyone anything. ‘‘ Are you sure it’s that? I-If I said something wrong you can tell me, or if you’re in some danger – me and my buddy here can help... ‘‘ Ah but he sounds disheartened considering it seems like the stranger probably knows him; it’s just like with volo. His incident, the fateful encounter with the professor at the beach close to the old man’s house. The fog that shields what happened it all but has hurt some people he’s come to meet in his travels, and Adaman can only frown a bit to himself, creases forming where thick brows knit - but guilt aside, it’s more important and at the forefront of his mind to help, to be a beacon even for those he doesn’t know. So he guides the other to the nearest bench - ‘‘ Please sit, it won’t do any good to stand there, let it all out and then we can talk, if it’s what you need. ‘‘ His voice soft, filled with care even if there’s also bits of clumsy worry that easily slides off his tongue, torn haori lifted a bit so he could properly sit at one of the sides, while a bandaged hand patted his side inviting the ailed person, leafeon not far behind until the leaf fox pokemon hoops easily next to Adamn, settling on his lap while his eyes keep deep worry for the girl.
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B A S I C S
Name: Adaman Age: 26 / 2000+ Sent from the past to the future through a rift. Birthdate: [ REDACTED ] Species: Human Gender: Cis Male Orientation: Panromantic/sexual Profession / Titles: Diamond Clan Leader (former) / Pokemon trainer and ruin researcher (current)
P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
Hair: Dark blue with white and green under, usually kept in a ponytail along the stray strand of hair that never seems to want and be tamed, thus it hangs over his eyes all the time. Even without his memories, Adaman has already deduced it won’t stay in place and doesn’t bother fixing it. Eyes: brown with hints of caramel. Look very deep into them and maybe there’s a flash of red - but this is rare. A vestige of his connection and trust to Dialga he now doesn’t remember beyond what books and ruins tell about them. Height: 1.86m Weight: 160 lbs - Very fit and has visible muscle.
F A M I L Y
Siblings: Mai (Adopted) Parents: [ Redacted ] Any Pets? Not a pet, but his trusted partner Leafeon.
S K I L L S
resourceful, vestiges of having lived in the past highlighted by how everything seems new; which goes on hand to his amnesia. He’s very good at managing to make medicinal herbs and care for pokemon or people alike, making it easy for people to mistake him for a Nurse. He’s also very good at leading people or become the head of a group and help others through rough times.
T R A I T S
STRENGTHS. compassionate. clever. courageous. caring, daring phisically strong and quick to think of ways to solve things within what he can do. Optimist to a fault and kindhearted, handsome and very charming. WEAKNESSES. Cold weather, Impatience, quick to get irritated in hand to his impatience if both combine. A bit of a klutz because being quick and on time also makes him forget about other things until the last moment. (and Leafeon is there to solve it for him!)
Grusha -
B A S I C S
Name: Grusha Age: 27 Birthdate: [ REDACTED ] Species: Human Gender: Cis Male Orientation: Homoromantic/sexual Profession / Titles: Glaseado mountain’s snorboarder Champion (formerly) / Ice type Grym Leader (current)
P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
Hair: Pale blue with yellow stripes, usually kept nice and tidy in a bun so it doesn’t get in the way. Very well kept but also often humid as he stays out at the mountains often Eyes: Icy blue. height: 1.73m weight: ?? - slim, has toned thighs and legs.
F A M I L Y
Siblings: [redacted] Parents: [ Redacted ] Any Pets? Does the small Cetoddle count? that evil menace likes to get in trouble often.
S K I L L S
before his accident, he was the best snowboarder in Paldea, with various trophies under his wing. However this is no more since the limp of his leg - so this morphed into being able to tell when avalanches can occur. To the silence and the stillness of the air, he’s very aware of his surroundings and can almost always tell when a natural disaster can happen close to him; some say he should adopt an Absol despise them not being native to Paldea. Grusha doesn’t care nor sees why he should. He’s a good trainer, often cornering his adversaries with many status conditions along the use of snowcape to boost his pokemon defense. Surprisingly, and this not being often seen, Grusha knows how to knit too, the scarf he wears being one of the various pieces he’s made.
T R A I T S
STRENGTHS. Quick witted, compassionate, kind, physically strong. WEAKNESSES. Hot weather, quick to anger, low patience for people, especially strangers or egoistical singulars.
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Volo's cloudy eyes widen at Adaman's sincere and unexpected offer. Instinctually, he draws his lower lip inward in thoughts before casting his gaze downward to the worn fabric of his apron where he can see the outline of Togekiss's aged Pokeball. Truthfully, it's been so many years since it had been crafted that he can't actually recall what color it had been in the first place. The gray smudges scattered on the dilapidated wood leave not even a whisper of what it had once been. Much like how Hisui is little more than a land of fairytale and legends these days. It's s relic of a largely forgotten past--one of the few that remain outside of his own bitter and jaded memories. It's not unlike himself and his partner. Forgotten. Obsolete. Silently, he places his hand over the Pokeball, wrapping his fingers about its form wordless. His lips fall into a thin line, and his brows relax ever so slightly. His expression is unreadable, but not without gravity. He glances briefly to Togekiss where she's nestled comfortably beside him, watching Leafeon with vague interest, but keeping her attention on her partner for the most part. Sensing Volo's gaze on her, she shifts a bit closer to him, and he finally releases his hold on her Pokeball to run his fingers along her feathers for a moment.
"Ah, perhaps…" he says after a long moment. The thought of repainting it had never occurred to him. He had never felt a sense of loss or remorse for its current state, so it had never crossed his mind until now. He rarely used it, even in these days where it was more common to keep Pokemon in their Pokeballs, and they had been partners long before it had been invented so it didn't harbor much meaning to him, nor did it really represent their bond. But Togekiss could think differently from him. "What do you want, partner?" It seems only appropriate to ask her given his own mixed feelings on the matter. But she's always been more outgoing than him, and answers with a prompt and enthusiastic call with the flap of her wings. Being one of the few to ever coax a genuine smile out of the man, Volo's expression softens a tad. "Repainted it is then. You have my thanks, my dear friend."
Though he's not certain what surprises him more, Adaman's offer or the fact that he didn't immediately jump on the low-hanging fruit he had dangled in front of the other. The leader of the Diamond Clan had always been an impatient man to his knowledge--one who was always in time, and wished to do everything with haste. Seeing him sitting still is rather strange, even if his reason for doing so is to avoid the nasty storm raging outside. But despite that fleeting moment of thought, it doesn't take Adaman long to humor him with a response. "Very well then, my lips are sealed. Instead, we'll discover ruins and uncover secrets together just as we once did, and, alongside those, we'll uncover your past as well! It sounds thrilling! I can feel my blood boiling with excitement at the very idea!" He meets Adaman's sincerity with a joyful grin, though it hardly shares the same sentiment as the other's. Time; he hopes, will unravel Adaman's bond with Dialga, and, perhaps, uncover the plates that have been lost with time, or even hurl both of them back to the past for the chance to try again. For even the slightest possibility of changing his fate, and forcing Arceus to meet with him. If Adaman was bright and earnest like sun, Volo was more akin to a storm cloud. Not glorious enough to be the moon nor grand enough to the stars. All he could ever hope to be was a lonely, dreary cloud that brought nothing but misery in its wake.
"I couldn't agree more! You might not remember me, my friend, but that merely gives me an excuse to give you something to remember this time around." His own attention moves to his bag when Adaman derails the conversation. Ah, somehow, if he wasn't aware of the fact that this man had been in charge of an entire clan back in Hisui--that he was well-respected, and admired amongst his people and peers, he almost wouldn't believe it right now. Yet, he does, very briefly, question how Adaman managed to get along in the distant, but far crueler past when he was, well, like this, for like of a better term. "My what a tragic fate has befallen my dear friend!" His lips curl upwards in poorly concealed amusement. "Ah, it's good thing I came then! Fear not, I have plenty of food on me." He sits up, tugging his bag upright to unhook it to reveal the contents inside--containing just about everything under the sun, it was a wonder how Volo managed to not only carry it, but also fit everything inside of it. "But given the dire circumstances, I'll have to charge you a rush delivery fee on top of the poor weather surcharge."
He allows those words to linger in the air between them for a few, long moments before he chuckles, and leans back. "Ah, I jest, my friend, please take whatever you like--for free, of course."
Adaman does tap his finger a bit upon a slightly soaked cheek, that by now it's starting to dry given the shelter of the shrine that allows the pair and the pokemon solace under it's shade. It's his natural impatience showing but, just as he's a tad impatient at times, he also knows the weight of his offer. Prying was insensitive, so instead he allows a hand to fall on his lap, and gaze fall on the soft downy feathers of Togekiss's feathers when Volo run pets her, the question there for the one that seems that never really uses the pokeball, anyways. And oh, when the answer comes and Volo's eyes are again on him, Adaman's quick to break into a grand smile. Heart swelling in joy, enough that even Leafeon notices the shift in the other's body language, and ears leafy tail moves a bit in tune, just as happy for the words despise his focus is more on keeping between brown, wet paws his own pokeball while toying with it, taping it's wooden surface before trying to nibble it. '' Nice! once the rain stops then, I can begin with it, maybe the nearest inn within Solaceon! I know the daycare center also sometimes has room for trainers that need a place to rest before resuming their lives! '' But beside repaying his friend for the almost painful task, or so the trainer can guess considering finding a long time friend, not remembering him must be worse than a heartbreak - which Adaman carries now with guilt this knowledge, but with also a hope to know more, and yet the truth dangles so close that his heart wishes badly to reach out for but also there's something in too. And while he trusts Volo's words easily and without doubt; there's a gut feeling there, something in his mind that says he should be patient, that with time memories may uncover themselves, that it's a mission for himself and a quick aid would tarnish it; or so a tini piece of his heart believes. Plus, wouldn’t it be it’s own treasure to relieve memories with Volo and discover the bond that was lost to time right there?
Thrilling would be an understatement, Volo’s words feed the shine within Adaman’s bright eyes as bandaged hands ball into fists from excitement alone before they relax, as they leverage his weight as he leans forth from where he sits cross legged upon worn, wet wooden and stone of the shrine’s floor as the rain pours without a hint of mercy - something the trainer has long since tuned out by this point when, with Leafeon’s only company he’d usually just stare at the forest, see and give smiles to each pokemon that he locks eyes with and then continue waiting it out… until one of his legs would start kicking a bit from that almost ingrained need to go on fast; impatience was a flaw of his as also it being his best virtue, to be hasty and adamant, courageous and headstrong. ‘’ Hmhm! Exactly! but also now you make me feel even more guilty for not remembering you! ‘’ Yet as fast as his joy and boisterous personality can be there, embarrassment spills and an apologetic, guilty laced chuckle drips there, looking away sheepish as a hand runs to scratch the back of his nape and just pray the almighty that this time he doesn’t forget. For he, deep inside that heart of gold, also he’s scared. What happened to end up like this? Did he got into a terrible accident? Was it something else? Not even the professor that found him had a plausible theory considering having been found by Sandgem town’s nearest beach yet not a single drop of sea water clinging to him, meaning that he wasn’t washed up by the sea or anything of the sort. ‘’ If it helps… ‘’ He says after a bit, the bashfulness now gone as his expression takes a turn to a calm one, reflecting on what memories he has now. ‘’ The first thing I remember was just being collapsed by Sandgem’s beach, me and Leafeon. I had an injury with ice but that healed sometime ago by now – they tried to use a psychic pokemon’s aid to help me but not even they were able to dig much. ‘’ Was it wise to share this? probably not, but Adaman already trusts Volo more than what adults tells their kids that they should when just meeting someone. Something about the other strikes that familiarity within just so, so little that even Adaman doesn’t even realize it before words escape him. ‘’ I feel sad because the Alakazam… I think was called? felt terrified after trying to help. I feel sorry for distressing that noble helper, and I want to make up for them too. ‘’ Maybe he could visit that nurse office in the future, after he’s achieved something, or get some kind of relic or sourvenir. It wasn’t the other’s fault that his mind somehow was locked by something unknown. ‘’ That’s why I started traveling, some researchers said something about visiting the lakes, that one of them had this one ancient deity that has to do with the mind – Uxie? Who harbors knowledge of Millenia. But there’s one problem. ‘’ And brows furrow, lips turned upwards as a hand flies so he can rest a lip upon a digit. ‘’ It’s so darn cold over there, I can’t stand it–! ‘’ The cold? horrible, even a foot by the snow was enough to turn his blood into ice, and no matter the layers he’s tried, even the very though of attempting the whole trail upon the 217 route was an effort the trainer simply dreaded with his soul ever since learning how cold it was, and that currently no flying pokemon was able to make it possible to carry him there.
When Volo plays him like that, Adaman’s quick to feel his heart stop, and look terribly wounded as if he’d become the world’s most miserable Shinx who was just denied a taste of a poffin. the Sulk on his lips grave as the way his shoulders drop more, and he was about to protest, even with Leafeon’s own piece of words he was about to say as leafy ears had picked up on the other’s words, when Volo finally reveals the jest, and oh – it’s not funny! ‘’ You play with my feelings! – I deserve it, I get it, but still–! ‘’ and oh he shouldn’t feel this petty over such a simple kid’s jest. But adaman maybe felt a bit playful about this predicament he’s fallen into and just give Volo the absolute look of disappointment and hurt and utter betrayal. One even Leafeon does as amber eyes squint and then, the fox like pokemon huffs while standing up and stretch a bit, to strut where Volo’s bag is and pick the closest berry he could find. Give the man a flic of his tail and sassily sit close by, but giving him a piece of his back. ‘’ Hahaha, please; I’ll repay you at it’s given time, honestly! I may be kind of a wanderer but I also take on jobs when they come, and I’ve got spare on me! ‘’ Quickly says, quickly regaining that vigor the blue haired young man bears upon his sleeves, as he scots closer to the bag and dig into it, not being one to eat much beyond what’s need and taking one lunchbox from it, taking the lid open revealing a nice cuisine of various berries, vegetables and rice inside. ‘’ Woah… ‘’

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🌸 ███ A GHOST. THAT IS WHAT she thinks at first— one of a past long buried by the modern day, a land once known by another name. of course one could say the same for her; a relic of a time before. hisuian legend. the history books speak of her, but not directly about her. a vague mention of a hero this ‘child of time-space’. it’s all so silly really, a misunderstanding of events due to stories past from ear to ear, from penned paper rewrites from the generations. but this seems wrong, off. those worn clothing, that hair. the fact that he’s interacting with others around him & yet he should not be here.
a hand squeezes tightly at the fabric of her shirt as if meaning to squeeze at her heart. confused, concerned. her brain wracks itself to try & remember some sort of befallment that could have happened to him so he stands there in present day. the fact that she can’t recall bothers her far more. which means if he isn’t a ghost then she has a mighty conversation to have of the deity of time.
she moves finally, her pace a bit too quick, her face twisted in a nostalgic worry. could it really be her old friend ? her comrade who had cared for her so much ? " adaman ?" / @deimantaimis 4 adaman
This time during travels, the trainer and somewhat researcher ( At least by the title given yet Adaman, being the somewhat hasty man he is and fast or impatient, hardly helped much when it came to reports or research. ) - the usual ruin exploring having put away for the day as Adaman, for now, took a small detour within the city of Jubilife; restocking potions, medicinal herbs, berries for his travels and ongoing self-search, for the missing pieces of his memory no ruins have managed to jog anything beyond the fog that sometimes leaves more undesirable headaches than answers. But Adaman’s optimism makes up for it and each unsuccessful travel is not without new memories, helping out trainers and pokemon alike, getting young kids out the way from territorial pokemon after they took the wrong paths and stumbled upon nests of very protective bug pokemon, to the times others wanted just to cause mischief and he was there to help fend off those pesky but not bad meaning pokemon with the help of his partner Leafeon that struts by the tall trainer’s side, amber eyes dancing across each house and stores with delight but never straying too far from Adaman’s side.
The cacophony of people in this city sometimes unbearable, even for the outgoing nature Adaman bears, who prefers, after such days to stay within the more rural setting of Solaceon or Pastoria city, and the familiarity he feels within those parts of the vast region of Sinnoh - Thankfully, today it seemed like things have quieted down, no contests or battles being held meant there was a less influx of people, making it a nice view for the trainer to go on around, stylish waist bag with a few of the things he’s come to pick, and still some change on his hand along simply stopping by the nearest place to snack a bit after the fresh scent of morning dew, and start another day.
Fate had other plans though, and when the name rings true, attention from one of the store’s windows with various products is taken. Brilliant, sharp but friendly brown eyes falling over where the voice originates from, meeting lush forest green eyes that peek with hopefulness that makes Adaman pause for a bit. But just as the surprice is there, it fades, head tilting slightly that the strand of hair that hangs over his face drops a bit. Yet friendly smile stays, and hands find comfort within the pockets of a very worn, slightly torn blue Haori the trainer’s used for as long as his limited memory holds. Any hint of recognition, any feeling that maybe there was something familiar entirely clouded by the gaps in memory. ‘‘ The very one an only! ‘‘ Announces while letting out a hearty chuckle, followed by Leafeon’s soft hum from below, ear flicking with interest too. ‘‘ And who you may be, my friend? Pretty sure I haven’t seen you around, you’re not those trainers or youngsters that keep getting themselves stuck within the great marsh. ‘‘ Maybe a tourist? Maybe someone close to the professor, thus why they may know his name? nonetheless, Adaman never turned down a chance to meet someone, always with his heart at his sleeve. Getting supplies can wait if he can help someone.
Adaman's immediate remorse is palpable. It sinks into the damp air like poison, and lingers like a miasma. Without even a hint of doubt or hesitation, Adaman displays his shame openly, and accepts every word that rolls off of his tongue. But Volo doesn't feel an ounce of guilt for the lies and exaggerated truths he's spun. In the end, the methods he employs in order to have even the chance of meeting with Arceus are outweighed by his boundless desire--his insatiable need--to accomplish his one and only dream no matter the cost. But the so-called lord he had once revered had forsaken him before he had even taken his first breath in this world, so whether he's a saint or the devil itself no longer matters. If Arceus is a God, it's a truly wicked one, and he's more than capable of twisting knives and spitting venom if that's how the Almighty wishes to conduct itself. Yet, even if entertaining thoughts of Arceus is enough to make his blood boil and his skin crawl. He might have failed--time and time again--but his passion has not dulled over the years, nor has his boundless and unyielding rage.
Volo hums softly as Adaman launches into the conversation, if only to quell the anger lingering within his rotten heart and soothe the ache in his throat that flares up at the memories. His unsavory smile morphs into something softer that, while it suits his fair and rather alluring features, it's unbefitting of his unholy nature. Droplets of water from Adaman's now messy hair scatter across the cavern floor as he ruffles up his hair in frustration, and a part of Volo is fascinated by the fact that, somehow, even while entirely lacking of their memories, something Adaman's reaction to his words conforms, humans have a tendency to remain the same--or rather, become the same person again and again. People are incapable of changing, Volo himself is more acutely aware of this than most. "Of course! We used to to explore them often so it makes perfect sense that they feel familiar to you." He allows a trace of excitement to slip into his voice, as if he's thankful Adaman has even the slightest inkling to his missing memories. But a frown is quick to spill onto his lips as he turns onto his side to face the other man, holding up his index finger. "But it seems I must not be nearly as interesting to you," He laments.
Despite his overdramatic and overly familiar performance, it does, somehow, catch Volo off guard just a tad when Adaman leans into his personal space--the sincerity upon the other's features clearer than the sun could ever hope to be, even on a summer's afternoon. But he never misses a beat, and is quick to lean closer, as well, meeting Adaman's interest and enthusiasm easily. Even if his own is a well-torn mask. It's only cracks the bags beneath his sharp eyes, and the crinkle every so slightly when his gaze falls to the familiar Pokeball when the other man swiftly pulls it out. And now Volo is presented with a few options--explain they were both pulled into Sinnoh from a rift in time, which is the truth in Adaman's case, come up with a more reasonable explanation, or feed the man's curiosity with a vague response. And, oh, he thinks he knows how to get Adaman to play to his tune well enough.
"Truly a curious thing, isn't it? But you should know what it is." He moves to reach beneath his apron, pulling out an old chain with an even older Pokeball hanging off of it to show Adaman. While nearly identical to the one Adaman carries, very much unlike his, this one shows rather extreme signs of age, as well as wear and tear. But there's not denying they're nearly the exact same thing. If anything, it serves as proof of his own lies--of the friendship he claims that doesn't ring true in reality. He dangles the Pokeball in front of Adaman's eyes, playing with the chain coyly. "It's a real wonder why we have them, yet no one else does." He drops the chain, allowing Togekiss's Pokeball to fall beneath his shirt once again. An act his partner ignores given that she's more interested in watching Leafeon paw at his own. "Ah, but I'm afraid if I told you the truth, my good friend, you might not believe me." His voice drops a bit, as if disappointed, or even hesitant to share the 'truth' with Adaman for fear of his 'dear' friend dismissing his explanation as fantasy.
Adaman confirms his suspicions, with the added bonus of admitting that Leafeon shares his same fate. Hoe fortunate. "You've lost your memories?" A mixture of sorrow and surprise heave from his lungs as he blurts out the realization as if this knowledge is something sudden and entirely unexpected. "I see…" Glancing downwards at the ground as he processes Adaman's words. His expression is pained. "How unfortunate." He exhales shakily before willing a gentle smile back onto his features, and sitting up. "My name is Volo," he adds before reaching out and clasping Adaman's extended hand within his own. "If you can't recall anything, then it's my duty as your friend to assist you. I'm certain, together, we can uncover the truth."
Togekiss coos softly. Whether the pity she feels is for Adaman or Volo isn't clear.
Explore ruins and the such - it does make sense in some sort to the trainer as a hand flies, after having shaken for a bond to repair with the taller, to scratch under his chin in thought. Nodding absentmindedly while processing Volo's words and even the way that pokeball had been shown, displayed and then tucked back while Leafeon plays with his own by Adaman's side. Curiosity burns in his veins, it aches at bandages scars, his chest tickles with the uncertain and newfound hope that, while he hates to admit it, had started to wither sometime along the way the more dead ends he'd find without answers. It was like a ray of light, fate truly being kind to him for once, despise also having meet fantastic people and pokemon in his own adventures. And even when he sees the slight surprise within those grey, sharp eyes - it only cements more that the other, to Adaman, was surprised about his inquiries entirely because of these gaps within his memories; it brings guilt at the tip of his tongue and it clutches at his heart like vines that crush it for the crime that it is, to the pride that burns in the young trainer's might, that he had forgotten even someone so close; per Volo's words and further proven with the evidence that is that so, so worn pokeball that has probably seen much worse than Leafeon's own. '' Woah... It doesn't even have paint on it. Just smudges – do you... want me to paint it back? Between the things I have since I can remember waking up many months ago, there were materials for painting, and I didn't even know what they were for until Leafeon, the smart friend he always been despise our predicament, pointed to me that maybe it's for heling these thing's fading colors! '' And oh, if it can make up for wounding Volo's bond like he has done by now, the least Adaman felt he could do was to repay his kindness, even bit by bit.
And truly, that dangle of the sweet forbidden fruit of truth entices Adaman to the very core of his being, even when brows furrow with the seriousness of the conversation at the tip of his tongue as broad frame leans back a bit and settles where he sits, cross legged while Leafeon is too occupied with his own mischief, playing with their pokeball akin to a Cat pokemon's toy until they pick it softly into their mouth and put it back on Adaman's pocket that his very worn Haori has. He waits a bit, an unusual aspect of adaman despise how usually impatient and very on time the man could be - but he's not stupid. '' You know – no. Don't tell me. '' after a bit, though, he talks. It's lower but enough to be head under the cacophony of harsh rain that echoes from the forests beyond and when it hits the old shrine's worn ceiling. '' I want to discover that, together. I know you probably know more than me considering the hoes in my memories. But I think I'd prefer to know this answer while we find these ruins and old tales. Maybe it can also help discovering my truths too! How about that, dear friend? '' and if looks could kill, Adaman's sincerity was as bright as the sun, if he could, it'd wash away the grey clouds that plague these skies. It was the purest form of it as a low chuckle rumbles from a strong chest and pours out chapped lips from far too many days spent in the wild, getting nasty sunburns shrugged off after a bit and good medicinal herbs and soaking at the hotsprings near MT. Coronet.
'' Maybe it can also be a chance to know you better, jog memories from what I cannot see. It'd be time well spent, too. '' Adaman adds, in contrasts to the other's lament he sees as sincere – but just like the young man is kind and strong, he's also quick to get distracted, sharp eyes falling onto the oversized back behind the other and giving it an once over, head tilting a bit in question. '' Say... do you have food in there? Let's say.... despise my best efforts to always be prepared – I may have overlooked the need of extra snacks for unexpected weather changes, haha...!'' And oh if he didn't look like a sad, kicked Lillipup even the almighty itself wouldn't exist.
@deimantaimis (continued from here)
Volo's hand falls to lean naturally on his hip as his other combs through his damp hair in an attempt to make it somewhat more tolerable now that he's out of the storm raging wildly outside. Without the rain showing any signs of stopping in a reasonable amount of time, he suspects they might be trapped here for a spell. But, oh, he can't say he minds when the company he's stumbled upon is so very interesting. Perhaps luck, or some twisted act of divine intervention, is on his side for a change, but only time can truly tell. So, carefully, observes Adaman's reaction to him, or rather, lack thereof. If anything, he seems somewhat caught off guard to hear his name on Volo's lips. And Leafeon doesn't display any signs of familiarity towards him either, nor any distrust for that matter. He calls how Ingo, a man who had the misfortune of being thrust into Hisui through one of the rifts torn into the sky, had no recollection of his life prior to arriving either. It appears the same applies to Adaman in this case.
The corner of his lips quiver upwards into a smile as his hand falls softly to his side. 'It wounds me to hear that you don't remember me, Adaman." If Volo were an actor, he would have no-doubt been one of the best Pokestar Studios had ever seen. His tone is sincere--his voice disheartened, and his expression crestfallen. And, while Togekiss harbors mixed feelings about her partner's actions and goals, she echoes his sentiment with a soft coo as she floats downwards to land in front of Leafeon--as if she, too, is saddened by the realization. "My, I know it's been a while, but I'd like to think I have a fairly memorable face. An unforgettable one, I would even argue." Using his index finger he points at his own cheek while staring at Adaman, as if he expects doing so might trigger some sort of recognition in the man, even if he's perfectly aware of the fact that it won't. "But alas, it seems even my dear friend, Adaman has forgotten about all we've endured!"
With a dramatic flare, he slinks to the ground with a soft plop. His hefty backpack bangs against the earth when it collides with it, and he shrugs it off with a roll of his drenched shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground with a loud thud. "While you might not remember me, I could never forget you! And I'd like to believe fate brought us back together today, so it seems I have no choice but to wait out this storm with you, my good friend, and jog that unreliable memory of yours while I'm at it." He leans against his bag, the wet leather clings to his soaked shirt, and he longs for a nice, warm bath or, at least, a warm towel, but he can't claim he's unused to having to brave storms in far worse situations than this. To him, the memories of centuries ago are still fresh in his mind no matter how man years have passed.
Togekiss, seeing Volo lay down, waddles over to him and nuzzles uselessly against his arm. Her poor snout already fairly wet, and her short fur sticks up uselessly in almost every direction. Absentmindedly, he runs his fingers along her wet feathers as he stares up at the dark ceiling looming above them. "Ah, we used to explore ruins together often…" he sighs, despondent, as if Adaman had just rejected him, but he shakes his head, and perks up a bit, tilting his head back so he can look the other man in the eyes. "But truly ruins and all of their secrets are fascinating! My heart is racing with excitement even thinking about what discovers are still waiting to be uncovered!"
He harbors some knowledge about the former Diamond clan's leader, after all, the Guild had been a cherished resource by most when Sinnoh had still been known as Hisui. He can's begin to claim they were close, but he is confident he knows enough about the other to weasel his way through this conversation, and test the waters of the boundaries he can push, and how much Adaman is willing to trust his claims. But he wasn't exactly lying either--they did know one another, and they had been on friendly terms, as Volo tended to be with everyone, at least for the vast majority of their exchanges before he found himself rejected by Arceus once more. But oh the desire to meet with the God he once worshipped is far from dead, and Adaman's appearance here is a rare of hope--a beacon of something more to come.
Leafeon's ears twitch a bit and a caramel eye opens a bit to meet with the dove pokemon that coos softly. Adaman's unsure what those sounds mean but even then, it seemed that this Togekiss has some familiarity to the partner he knows that's been with him ever since finding himself lost, painted in bruises and a mouthful of beach sand that for weeks had clung to his clothes uncomfortably - and the more the trainer listens to this over enthusiastic tall man go on and on, the more his eyes open with surprice, and an ache in his chest that Adaman hardly could really guess what the feeling it could be within the fog that is his mind and memories buried terribly deep that not even the professor's best pokemon, An Alakazam expert at trying to delve into lost memories, found itself unable and even was saddened they couldn't help for the first time. '' Oh almighty, I'm so sorry - truly! '' in contrast to Volo's flamboyant display of concern, Adaman's guilt is palpable from every corner of his own being, shoulder slumping a bit and lips frowning; was this man truly a friend of long ago? there's little he could recall beyond his time upon that beach and the elderly professor and his assistants helping him out, the various shrines books and people have recommended to myths that maybe could explain his situation yet none of them coming close to jog a memory at all - often derailed by self imposed missions; finding lost trainers that had lost their way in within the Great marsh and Solaceon town, an area that outside all of the rest of Sinnoh, somehow Adaman found himself closely familiar with the fields despise the holes of his memories.
'' I keep coming to these places, Lake Valor, the Solaceon ruins since those are the ones I feel the most familiar with but... – Bah! '' Out frustration, and adobe everything else, his own sense of impatience that sometimes gets the best of the trainer, Adaman ruffles with both hands his hair and shed the murky feelings that weight on his shoulders, knowning they will do little good and slow him down when time has to be well spent! A chance has come right in front him! And he knows better than to question too much about it when trying without results by himself would lead to more dead ends he'd care to count. Water splashes everywhere, much like when a Shinx shakes itself after a good bath and gets everyone within their vicinity just as soaked as their fate had been, and a newfound smile appears upon sharp but handsome features once more, Dark blue and and strands of light green sticking to every direction before fingers run carefully to smooth what he could of his own mess, and brown, hopeful eyes meet with the taller's, lean but still strong frame leaning forward a bit into the other's pace with curiosity written all over his face. '' Fate or some streak of luck after wandering, I don't know but if you say you remember me, then it could help a lot! Ah– Look. Maybe you could then explain me why, for some reason my dearest friend's pokeball is so different to the ones the rest use? Professor Rowan did say that my model is a very antique one that's not in use, but that doesn't make sense! It works just fine but Leafeon often prefers to stay by my side, so I don't mind really - still. How come I'm just the only one with it? Even in museums they have them and... '' He produces the wooden antique, it's colors good as new despise the era he's been thrown into, fiddling with it on an open palm while the leaf pokemon sits from where he was perched to bring a paw to play with the ball a bit, which wins adaman's smallest chuckle. There's also that news he heard from some passerby. How in another region, one of those subway bosses had dissipated sometime ago with no trace, but Adaman hasn't found information from it, even when asking with the forces, police and the such. Which earned frustration from the trainer, but he's no one known to give up that easily.
'' Ah– True, before that. Let's not waste precious time, my friend. I'm afraid, along many things I can't seem to recall nor even my partner here does besides having each other's backs, I also do not have your name. And I profusely apologize about that! If I'm a friend from so long I can't help but feel deeply saddened having also overlooked such a crucial thing as your name! '' And along guilt, curiosity and the many emotions that run a mile per hour within the heart of gold of Adaman, there's also relief in his eyes. A sincere one as he offers a partially wet, bandaged arm towards the other man. Maybe, just maybe, this is the start of the true goal of finally getting the answers he needs. Leafeon and Adaman unaware of the worries of Togekiss, nor the deep silence of the shrine despise the rain pours.
𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
from this generator.
❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜
╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Sherlock Holmes ( 2009 ) a set of starter prompts, all from the 2009 film !
❝ did you remember your revolver ? ❞ ❝ knew i forgot something. thought i’d left the stove on. ❞ ❝ i think that’s quite enough. you are a doctor, after all. ❞ ❝ oh, i’d leave that alone if i were you, boy - o. ❞ ❝ impeccable timing, [ name ] . ❞ ❝ you were supposed to wait for my orders. ❞ ❝ gunfire ? no. hammer and nail, wasn’t it ? my colleague’s probably just . . . putting up a painting. ❞ ❝ my mind rebels at stagnation. give me problems. give me work. the sooner, the better. ❞ ❝ don’t touch. everything is in its proper place, as usual. ❞ ❝ you’ve been in this room for two weeks. i insist, you have to get out. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing of interest for me out there, on earth, at all. ❞ ❝ right on all accounts, [ name ] , apart from one. ❞ ❝ discombobulate. ❞ ❝ what the hell is going on here ? ❞ ❝ you do know what you’re drinking is meant for eye surgery ? ❞ ❝ i, using musical theory, have created order out of chaos. ❞ ❝ you have the grand gift of silence. it makes you quite invaluable as a companion. ❞ ❝ suit yourself, mother hen. ❞ ❝ i love what you’ve done with the place. ❞ ❝ so now you’re curious as to whether there’s a larger game afoot. ❞ ❝ your mistake is to imagine that anything earthly has led to this moment. ❞ ❝ my only wish is that i could have caught you sooner. ❞ ❝ you and i are bound together on a journey that will twist the very fabric of nature. ❞ ❝ beneath your mask of logic, i sense a fragility. ❞ ❝ by the time you realize that you made all of this possible, it will be the last sane thought in your head. ❞ ❝ why are you always so suspicious ? ❞ ❝ should i answer chronologically or alphabetically ? ❞ ❝ well done, [ name ] . that’s precisely why i hired you. ❞ ❝ they’re the only adversary who ever outsmarted you. twice. ❞ ❝ that’s of no consequence to you, really, is it ? ❞ ❝ “ get it out of your face ” ? it’s not in your face, it’s in my hand. ❞ ❝ your boys have done an excellent job obliterating any potential evidence. ❞ ❝ at least they never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity. ❞ ❝ if you lot don’t stop behaving like quivering milkmaids, you’re on double - time. ❞ ❝ you’ve developed considerable deductive powers of your own. ❞ ❝ brothers — not in blood, but in bond. ❞ ❝ does your depravity know no bounds ? ❞ ❝ ah, putrefaction. ❞ ❝ who sent you ? ❞ ❝ there are much greater things to fear than you and your little toy. ❞ ❝ run, little rabbit, run. ❞ ❝ [ name ] , what have you done ? ❞ ❝ thank heaven you’re here. i’d almost run out of jokes. ❞ ❝ in another life, you’d have made an excellent criminal. ❞ ❝ now, please tell me you have answers. ❞ ❝ “ all in good time “ ? what is this, some parlor game where we guess what you’re thinking ? ❞ ❝ clean up and make yourself look presentable. ❞ ❝ apologies for summoning you like this. i’m sure it’s quite a mystery as to where you are and who i am. ❞ ❝ very few people are privy to that information, and we want to keep it that way. ❞ ❝ i’ve never been in over my head. ❞ ❝ leave now. disappear. you’re good at that. ❞ ❝ if i’m in danger, so are you. come with me. ❞ ❝ what’s the meaning of this, [ name ] ? why have you called this meeting ? ❞ ❝ have you lost your mind ? ❞ ❝ oh, you found a sense of humor — if only just a sense. ❞ ❝ get out of here, now ! go ! ❞ ❝ i know that you care for them as much as i do. this was not your responsibility, it was their choice. ❞ ❝ solve this. whatever it takes. ❞ ❝ somehow i knew you wouldn’t leave. ❞ ❝ it’s a shame you made an enemy of me. you would have been a valuable ally. ❞ ❝ i hope you know what you’re doing. ❞ ❝ everyone has a weak spot, and they found mine. ❞ ❝ please don’t underestimate them. ❞ ❝ come on, what’s wrong ? ❞

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The soft plip-plop of the rain as it strikes the earth utterly consumes the typically quiet and small town as it slowly becomes an overwhelming downpour that threatens to drown everything in its path. Thunder bellows mercilessly against the darkened skies, and lightning briefly illuminates the thick curtain to reveal the worn rooftops, and small pounds that make up Celestic Town before they’re plunged into darkness again once it passes. The old buildings tremble at the storm’s might, and the windows clatter loud enough to hear through the chaos–as if old ghosts are slamming them shut over and over again. It’s not an unfamiliar sound to Volo, he can still vividly recall how the windows in Jubilife village would bang relentlessly during a storm unless they were reinforced. Beyond even that, he can recall how the poorly constructed roof of his childhood home would leak or, worse, save in during storms as grand as this. This town is a far cry from the past, even if it resembles it in some places, but it makes him feel a pang of homesickness whenever he visits it.
Tugging on his hat in a pitiful attempt to avoid getting completely drenched by the storm, he hurries towards the nearest building, Togekiss floating beside him with one wing extended over his head while the other was folded over in an attempt to cover her own. It was a kind gesture, but all it was really doing was making rain drop through her drenched feathers and onto his head. Between his hair clinging to his damp skin, the brim of his hat being weighted down by the water it had managed to collect, and the sheer darkness of the sky, he could scarcely see more than a few feet in front of him. What bad luck to get caught in such a storm while traveling. Togekiss coos softly in his ear, breaking him from his train of thought, as she nods her snout to the left. Though he can’t make out what she can, he follows her without hesitation.
Slowly the old shrine in the center of the town comes into view, and he swiftly ducks beneath its crimson roof for shelter, shifting to give Togekiss room to join him. With a sigh, he removed his utterly drenched hat from his equally soaked hair and uselessly tries to pat it dry against his…just as wet shirt and pants. Realizing his efforts are futile, he looks inside of the shrine only noticing, now that he’s gotten his footing back, that he’s not the only to have taken shelter here for the time being. He can spot the figure of a person with a Pokemon beside them beneath the flickering lights just barely illuminating the shrine. Tucking his hat into the pocket of his pants, he urges Togekiss to follow him inside. His bogged down boots squeak slightly as he enters.
“Ah, so it seems we had the same idea. I hope you don’t mind if we join you in waiting out this storm.” Togekiss bows politely at the other, but Volo stops in his tracks once he’s close enough to actually see the stranger–or rather, a person who isn’t a stranger. His breath catches in his throat, and his eyes widen for a moment. There’s no way–it’s impossible. No, it’s not impossible. He’s seen this happen before, but the opposite–someone from the present day slipping into the past, so of course this could happen. And, yet, he has a hard time believing his eyes. He swallows around the lump forming in his throat–ah this exciting. This is exhilarating. If he’s here, what does that mean for the past? What does that mean for his own attempts to summon Arceus? In the time this man comes from, perhaps he hasn’t failed his dream quite yet. Curling his trembling hand into a loose fist to curb the spark of anticipation surging through his veins, he takes a step closer, and raises his voice.
“Adaman?”
Sinnoh had varying weathers depending one may wander around, Adaman has learned much within his travels thanks to the professor that had provided an once homeless and lost young man shelter and knowledge. Apparently, people falling from the sky, or mysterious holes opened from nowhere and dropping people without memories happened. Rarely, but it has happened. Documents of a man named Looker he’s had some run-ins before. A purple haired woman residing within the Region Alola that strikes no familiarity to his mind nor it helps jogging his own memory. Even then, Adaman holds high hopes while he pokes the flame of a fireplace built just after finding the safety of the shrine sheltering him and his trusted partner Leafeon, who by his side rests undisturbed and ears flicking time from time due to dust catching on them. The sound of droplets within the distance echoes softly as the sound of the storm feels much more comfortable, somehow, to the peaceful quiet of life within small cities. Like the one the Professor lives within and the rather short amount of houses nested close to the lake.
Footsteps sound close, and Adaman tenses for a moment, but something tells him that it’s a human. Pokemon that wandered weren’t aggressive at all yet there’s always that dull feeling that he has whenever faced with even the most seemingly friendly Pokemon. A tension far beyond his natural fondness to them; one that probably is about his past, but beyond that even scavenging through the fog of his mind proves unsuccessful; often winning nothing but a headache the trainer clicks his tongue at when there’s better things to do and not lose time thinking nonsense and wasting it doing nothing but sit. At least, right now it was either go soak himself and probably get a nasty cold, or stay until the rain calms down. And as much as he ached to go, Adaman stays. Blue, sharp eyes wander up when he senses the person come closer, and is ready with a big, friendly smile to greet whoever they are, for he absolutely understands that these shrines are often used by trainers, wanderers and hikers all alike, and would never let a chance of a friendly chat pass. Less when he could be of help if they needed anything. ‘‘ Hel–– ‘‘ yet his brash but heartwarming welcome is cut short. Eyes widen and heart drops a bit, he does not recognize this man yet something in his gut tightens at the sight. But the more he thinks the more time he loses and that, too is a sacrilege to a feeling he’s always felt despise the gaps within his mind. Lips hang open and twitch trying to fetch words as a brow tilts, and Leafeon’s ears perk a bit while it’s eyes remain closed yet is aware of what happens. ‘‘ Ah– Yeah! The one and only. Researcher Adaman at your service! Did you get lost or is it shelter that you seek, person I don’t know yet knows my name? ‘‘ there’s a hearty laugh that reupts from his smile despise that awkward feeling inside. Maybe Rowan mentioned him at some point? While the old man didn’t have many partners that helped him with research, he more or less knows, by now the other had connections - a stupidly big amount of them if he cared to even remember the many apparently important faces that would drop by the research office all the time it’d make the Trainer a bit impatient to finally be able and go outside.
But also, he wholly dislikes thinking too much about it. And if it’s someone that knows his name then they must know Rowan or have connections. Or so he easily believes with this conclusion. ‘‘ Please feel free to stay! I don’t think the rain will cease anytime soon, me and Leafeon were wandering close to the ruins here but... well – ‘‘ And with a chuckle, the trainer lifts with a strong bandaged hand one edge of his very worn blue Haori, as it drops cascades of water, which Adaman frowns at for he absolutely remembers having squeezed the water out that. Scandalous!
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