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He shouldn’t have come here alone. It seemed like everywhere he turned, there was another geyser just waiting to burn his tail (which was, in fact, already singed badly enough, thank you!), and Nuka’d never had the best sense of direction of his siblings. So he was backed up against a wall, paws over his face, and he’d decided to just wait it out. That’d work, right? 

Eventually they’d stop bursting a couple inches from his face (goodbye to another whisker!), and eventually he could get out of here. 

"D-Dava-lyn? Is that a new type of Legendary? I never heard about it before." Well he did just crash land into some new area with no knowledge about the world around him so it would make sense he didn't know the legends or stories of this odd town. Then a light bulb went off in his head.

This Dava-Lyn creature was this person's friend, so that could mean that...wait did he accidently try to capture this person's Pokemon?! How embarrassing! He hasn't done such a rookie mistake since he first started his journey back in Pallet Town! The boy bows in apology to the other.

"Ah...now it makes sense why the Pokeball bounced off him so easily! He must be your Pokemon! I'm sorry, mister. I'm Red, champion of the Kanto region. I was just minding my business back home when a large wormhole had swallowed me up, then I saw that big dragon type and now I'm here." He adjusted his hat on his head as he got back up, it going askew a little from the fall.

After gathering the ingredients and returning the lore book to the library, Don decided to head up to the city square for a bit, pausing to listen to the bard’s lyre, letting the breeze of the winds flow past his long coat.

Although he was trying to keep a low profile due to his demonic nature, he did interact with a few of Mondstadt’s people purely for matters relating to his tasks (Mostly with Albedo’s help in the process).

Once the bard was done performing, he followed the crowd’s example and clapped quietly with his gloved hands, the bag of ingredients sliding down to hang at the crook of his right elbow.

The echidna stares down at the human that just “landed” in front of him. The Crystal not too far away as he Sonic came to an agreement that he’d watch over the Crystal when things seemed off. But this location was safe? How did this human get here? Unless they want the Crystal? If so he’s ready for a fight!

Hmm.

Well, this hadn't been what he'd expected to find when he returned to his camp, the trap having been sprun and a small figure seeming to have been trapped in the thick ice. It was usually a contraption only sprung by wild animals that came too close - well those were usually the only living things, other than monsters, to be found this deep within the mountain.

Walking over, he tilted his head slightly. This boy - he wasn't human, though he couldn't say as to what he actually was, an aspect that helped to build up his curiosity about them.

Zero narrows her eyes at the bard in annoyance, crossing her arms and grumbling. Of course, of course. Of course he had to be infuriating. Seemed like this world couldn’t give her a damn break when it came to people or finding a God to kill her and put an end to her sorry excuse for a life and to this dumb flower that wanted to use her as it’s vessel or some shit to destroy this world. 

“ Of course you had to be the annoying idiot type. Ugh. You’re rhymes are fucking stupid y’know that? ”

⧖ ∙ It was a new day that started gently in the Encanto. Some early risers were already up and working. And in Casa Madrigal, only Julieta was up and preparing food for breakfast and for her stand when Bruno had sneaked out of his tower.

He still had a talent for slipping in and out of sight. This was very useful for his nocturnal outings during his isolation. He managed to get out of the house and headed for the river, where his father Pedro lost his life. Since the mountain split to leave a passage to the outside world, the prophet often went there to find peace. He would talk to himself, as if he were talking to his father.

“Barbatos. It is a pleasure to see you again.” Her tone formal, her movements careful and slow as to not come off as rude. Not that if her memories served her well that she needed to worry to offend the Anemo Archon.

“I have not intention of causing any offense,” she paused as her wraps crossed. Either hand resting upon the opposite elbow as her brow quirked and her lips pulled into a small frown, “but I was not informed that you would be visiting Inazuma. Is there some reason for this visit?”