#earth-master

He's at home, for once, taking containers off of a cart and putting them into the room he's been using for storage space, and soliciting Giovanni for help. As a person, he does what people do best: acquire things over the span of their lifetimes. Over the many, many years, he's lost a lot to the sands of time and a lack of storage space. Before he had met Kikuko, he'd actually used the family home to store things.

The coming and going of "things" and "stuff" was part of the ebb and flow- and he hadn't kept much at all in the years that wasn't permanently part of his lab.

Everything he did keep was neatly tucked into two large waterproof containers.

Giovanni put the container on the floor and Yukinari popped the lid.

There's old things inside. Old as in eighty years old. A service cap, a few newspapers now crumpled and dusting at the edge, and a couple metal tags greeted him when he opened the first box. What also greeted him was a sealed leather pouch containing a lot of officiated paperwork. Really, he just wanted to find the old jacket he used to fit...

But a lot came back, and a lot didn't.

"So, I heard you were able to finish reactivating the pylons," Giovanni acknowledges, "Thank you. How are you holding up? What's new?"

Lots of things happened in the last hour and that might be a reason why he's so open about drooling over Jack's new speaking apparatus. He has really been looking into fixing Janus' speaking terminals but if Giovanni managed something else he's radiant to know more.

Well, but they have more pressing matters at hand first.

"Yes. Blue did a great job at tinkering the stuff you made with the pylons, aside from saving my skin two or three times." obviously He helped too but he knows they could've done it without him. "I'm... fine despite the trouble I caused. Red is too.

"...So, what's the news? I'm trying to grasp the situation from all parties. Koga told me some, but I want to hear from the others. What brought you back?"

The robotic Pokemon approaches. Piers has been given reason to understand this is Giovanni, sort of. Giovanni's conscious, his soul, his something. it's weird. Everything is weird though, so he finds a seat with robo-Giovanni anyway.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, no encores," he gripes as he pushes his bangs back. "I'm still catching all the details myself. For my group.. It was me, Rika, Proton, and Whistle. We got told you were going to die before it actually happened. Sabrina foresaw it or something. It was our job to grab your body before the Black Fog could possess it, and to get the transponder thing on the radio tower. Your body was with that Professor. Oak? The one who made the Pokedex, yeah? We found it, sent you both out."

There's a pause, then he adds, "If you haven't seen it yet, you probably shouldn't. At least let them like.. clean you up first or something. I won't sugarcoat it. You look bad. Also like you gave it hell, which, props. But still really bad."

Now, what brought him back? He's asked himself that a couple of times. It does make him remember to pull out his phone and adjust the scheduled send timer on his message to Kabu. He pushes it out for 48 hours. Hopefully that will be enough to either delete it entirely, or... well.

The Iron Valiant seems to scan the champion up and down while Giovanni's voice emanates from the Porygon.

"How are you feeling?"

He'd been silently lulled into a brief sense of security, finally able to be on his lonesome outside, that evening.

The sky--a consistent, almost sickly purple paraded over what would've been a gorgeous starry scenery. The Fog is so thick, you have to look at a clock to realize what time it is.

The hiker would stifle a cough, swift hand reaching for his inhaler within his hind pocket, lungs in-taking a particularly poor breath of foggy air.

He can't feel it, the Iron Pokemon's presence--it skitters in the background, and Red is none the wiser; until it speaks.

A shocked glance rears it's way in Iron Valiant's direction, head doing a near spin as Red gasps.

There it was, in the distance.

He would approach the figure slowly, not saying a word--but that voice.

Was it?

Life is valuable and precious. There will be people who will miss you if you are gone. 

He’d taken them from the outskirts of Viridian to this sign. It's been here for years. Pikachu on his shoulder looks grim and his ears are flat to his skull. There were some things, as he ducked under the rope of the sign and stepped over several pairs of old and new shoes at this boundary, that he did not tell them because he did not know to.

Red turned his road radio on while Pikachu charged it, and it cast white noise behind them that spiked on their walk.

<< Compasses don't work here. >>

He had told them. It's the volcanic soil that messes them up. Magnetic fields in every direction made it near impossible to navigate with a compass.

There's a level of silence in this forest that is unlike anything he's ever experienced in the world. The border between Viridian and this place is clear as day, because Viridian's noise ends abruptly into this silence.

It's not that nothing was in the forest, it's that everything that was didn't make noise. Red quieted his own footsteps while he walked, stepping on softer tree roots and listening to the crackle of static on the radio. He ducked under a web of rotted ropes and old shoelaces, motioning for them both to follow.

It feels heavy in this place, as it always does.

GG DM!

She had just submitted her most recent update to her near year old report from the Crater. It'll probably be the last one for awhile; especially before her exchange program.

Most of her worries for the future had subsided; at least to being a normal amount with the information she knew. But there's that one thing still being in her mind; a smaller version of the Disk Pokemon named Terapagos that she had been given out of the blue.

It didn't take long for her to make that connection; especially with the depiction of it in the Violet Book. Though what the form she had meant wasn't too clear in her head.

That was when she had recognized Giovanni. Though having never met him in person until now, Celeste knew what he looked like with the pictures that Rika had shown her.

The man she called Uncle.

"Um...H...Hi...!" Celeste greeted, never making eye contact with him. She could feel that sense of fear in her chest; that gaze was all to familiar yet unfamiliar.

That's not him, it's someone else. That's not him, it's someone else. That's...