Pyry was in bouncy mode today! Escher had plans that required the child to stay behind in their home, and so he had done the one thing that tended to drive Escher nuts and he had adorned himself with his bells.
He loved his bells! They made such pretty noises as they tinkled and dinged as he moved around.
Not only was he moving but he was jumping, running, and generally shaking himself around to hear them going off.
"One...two...three...four...." Pyry began counting his bells happily kicking his feet back and forth as he concentrated on the ones strung on a ribbon around his neck. "Fourteen...fifteen...sixteen...seventeen..." he reached up to touch the one on his hat, and then counted the ones he'd hooked onto his gloves. "Thirty-three....thirty-four..."
His counting had him checking the ribbons he'd tied to his pants, the bells jingling and jangling as he moved them in his hands counting those. "Forty-seven...forty-eight..." he looked down at his feet still beaming. "Forty-nine...fif.....wait...I'm missing one!!"
He stared in horror at his left shoe, there was no bell! It was gone! how could it be gone!? "My bell! My pretty bell! Oh noooooo!" there was a wail as he lept off the rock he'd been sitting on and began to search in earnest. Where was it? Where could it have gone? I gotta find it!"
He was almost near tears as he began to retrace all his steps.
"Oh where, oh where has my pretty bell gone...oh where, oh where can it be...with it's body so tiny, and it's sound so shiny...oh where, oh where can it beeeee?" Pyry's voice was soft as he sang the tune under his breath. Maybe it was here...no...that was a rock.
Here? ...Nope not there....
Of course the missing bell reminded him of when he'd first changed to this form. He'd lost a bell then too and had searched frantically for it, and when he thought he'd found it, he'd been sorely disappointed that it was some shiny thing in the snow. He'd dropped it down only to find himself too tired to keep looking and when he'd woken up he'd looked like this. It did make the looking thing easier having hands to pick things up.
"That's silly, that won't happen again, but maybe this time I'll find my bell!"
Though after an hour of looking he had to admit, it was gone...and so Pyry sat back on his rock and sighed tears in his eyes. All he wanted was his bell back!
Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:26 pm
What're they called again? Oh yeah! Feet!
"Uuuuwaaaahhh....that was a good nap! I can't remember the last time I slept so well." oh it was a blissful nap indeed! He'd been nice and cold, and content, and slept deeply. He yawned slightly looking around the snowy little area he was in.
"Huh. Guess I fell asleep looking for that bell I lost. Wish I hadn't lost my pretty bell..." a pout was in his words as he said that and moved with the intention of drifting upwards. Except his movements felt all...weird.
"Woooww...I'm so high....and wobbly...why'm I wobbly?" There was a shift and he looked around and down and blinked wiggling bare toes. "Ohhh...I wonder who those belong to....I didn't realize anyone was here..." he turned and didn't see anyone, and he spun in a quick circle trying to "catch" who ever was hiding behind him.
"This isn't funny! Stop it!" he was rather cross now and he huffed slamming himself down into the snow. As he did so he realized there were legs sprawled out and he stared especially as the toes wiggles. Another shift and there was a....what was that called? Oh yes, arm! Why was there an arm?
There was a startled yelp as he realized the hand touching the toe could be felt...both by the toe, and the hand...and by HIM!
"OH MY GOSH IT"S ME!! WHY DO I HAVE HANDS AND FEET!?" there was a panicked screech to his words as he lept to his feet again only to topple down. How in the world did Pokemon with legs (and people!) get about?! These things were so ungainly it wasn't even funny!
"EEESSSSSCCCHHHHEEERRR!!!" the Palkia's name was cried out in frustration and fright. Just what had happened to him!?
"I thought I found my bell...it was a glowing thing...but I don't know, I got so tired I never saw and...I woke up like this!!" he flailed his hands as he finished explaining, sitting in the snow, butt naked still. It wasn't like it bothered him it felt cozy! So when the mention of clothes was made he wrinkled his nose slightly (how odd to have parts of your body moving that didn't look like they could or should!), but didn't argue.
When Escher presented him with his new clothes though, he was all bright eyes and amazement. "Ohhh the colors! Thank you Mister Escher Sir! They're beautimus! .....How do they work?" he stared at the pile in his lap in wonder, looking up. "And...how do I get about on legs instead of floating? And how..."
Training was a bane wrought from necessity in Pyry's case. He'd been unable to defend himself as a young Cryogonal when Escher had rescued him and taken him in. So, as time went on Escher had ensured his ward had learned moves so he could protect himself if it needed done.
But he also insisted Pyry work hard and learn new moves. Sometimes Escher returned with TM's for him other times Pyry was able to observe another Pokemon and benefited from it all that way.
Today was a TM day and for that he was somewhat glad. He played with the little information chip he had been handed before being sent off to practice and learn. Sitting there he fiddled with it and finally got it to work, a flash of light and the information on the move more or less scanning it's self into his head through his eyes. It felt like he was watching a small holographic movie with step by step instructions.
It was tucked away in his pocket after it played through and Pyry was on his feet then looking determined. "I think I can do this!" He sounded so sure of himself as he stood there and thought over what he'd watched.
His target was a tree and he felt power welling up inside him, a nice cold power that he hadn't felt before. It felt like it was pooling in his stomach and he focused on the roiling feeling there a heartbeat or two before there was a cry of "ICE BEAM!" his hands thrown out and he watched in absolute fascination as an icy blast came from his fingers and hit the tree. One branch he noticed froze solid and broke away from the weight.
"COOL! I need to try that again!" he was eager to perfect this new move and spent the next hour working himself to exhaustion before he fell back in the snow with a tired but satisfied laugh. "I got it...I can do this."
Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 11:29 pm
On The Hunt
He was HUNGRY. Oh sure, berries were good and stuff...and since he'd changed from being an actual Cryogonal and became more fleshy his dietary needs and cravings had shifted. He was no longer strictly carnivorous, nope now he ate things like...berries. But some were really good and sweet, others not so much.
Today though berries and other such food just wasn't cutting it. He wanted meat and he was bound and determined to get some, no matter what. Once upon a time it wouldn't have mattered what he'd caught and eaten, but since his interesting developments, his tastes had changed slightly.
No longer did he go after other Pokemon (even if some had been quite tasty!), and he'd learned early on to stay away from the animals the humans considered pets. Who knew it was frowned upon to eat someone's cat, honestly?! He hadn't!
Still, he was stalking things in the trees, following a particularly fat squirrel's progress just waiting silently. One wrong move...one moment of it's attention wandering...
there!
Pyry was quick, his little body darting out and before long the squirrels body was limp in his hands and he looked pleased as could be. Still, he wasn't about to cook the animal, fire bad! Carefully Pyry dug into the squirrel, bits of fur spit out as he chewed on the meat, picking it clean. Once he was done his mess was buried in the snow, and he washed his hands and face up.
"Now I don't feel so hungry! ...but I could go for another all the same..."
The words were bright as he skipped off, ignoring the bits of blood and fur staining the otherwise pristine snow behind him as he went in search of another squirrel or two. Or maybe a rabbit.
Sometimes he found himself remembering snippets of his early life, his Cryogonal parents, and siblings. They were a happy little group, that for the most part got along well with others in their area. They tried to keep to the colder regions, but once in awhile necessity dictated they come into more populated areas to hunt.
The details were fuzzy in some cases...like how old he was...or his siblings were...or what anyone's names were. He just remembered there'd been a slight last minute, frantic migration in the middle of the night, his parents moving them along quickly, and silently.
He hadn't realized what was happening at the time though...only flashes stuck with him even now. He recalled bright lights, howling and growling....fire....heat the terrified expressions on his mothers face, his father protecting them...and falling.
A large Magmortar was standing over his fallen body and advancing on his mother who had told him and the others to get away quick. There was a tearful goodbye as they ran, and he heard a scream of terror and pain. He knew his mother had fallen as well.
They fled as quickly as they could.
The lights grew brighter...closer...the heat stronger. The howls growing louder.
More screams, his siblings falling, not quick enough and he was all alone, and terrified. Surrounded.
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 12:00 am
Flashback Part 2
His eyes had closed and he cried out in fear, knowing his time had come, but he'd at least be with his family right?
The heat was close...so close...he felt himself melting...it hurt!
Suddenly it was gone, the lights were fading away, the heat being pulled away.
Yelps and growls of pain and anger could be heard. Glowing blue eyes opened cautiously, and he saw a large hulking figure with it's back to him, protecting him. The fire-pokemon being held at bay.
There was a shudder and he closed his eyes, giving into the pain he felt from being partially melted. From the deaths of his family. To the knowledge he was now alone, and was still so young! He was scared!
Noise softened as he lost consciousness, his form laying in the snow. Time passed and he wasn't sure how much had but the noises had left....the heat was gone. It was blissfully cold, and eerily silent. He opened his eyes again, blearily looked around and saw his rescuer standing there watching him.
"You're safe now. Do you have family I can take you to?"
His eyes had darted around, and a low groan given a sad "All gone now..." and he was hiccuping softly. He felt himself being lifted and a murmur of "Alright, well I'll be your family now."
It was all so disjointed to him, he felt like it was all a dream and so he let his eyes close. When he woke again he was in a new place, a mountain top with his rescuer. Of course he didn't recognize the Palkia for who he was, and it was some time before he was healed enough to do much.
Tears prevailed, and sadness. He was an orphan after all!
Escher finally explained who he was and that he'd decided to take him in, and raise him, protect him, teach him. In return all he wanted was for Pyry to obey his wishes, and treat him as he deserved like the royalty that he was.
Pyry saw no issues with this, he was eager to please Escher, he HAD saved his life and healed him up after all! So this was a little thing to do as far as he was concerned, and it was a fine arrangement. He was taught certain basics he needed to know, and he almost worshiped Escher.
He was father, brother, mentor, and master all in one. He obeyed, and loved, and did all he could. He treated him like he was the most important thing in the world, and to the little Cryogonal, he WAS the most important thing in the world. His subservience to him at times was born of belief, not from demand from the Palkia.
He had been unable to recall his name, and so he was given one by Escher, and he was proud to be Pyry. All he did, was done to make the other proud of him.
~
Pyry woke up with a start. It was always so strange to have the dreams about when he was younger and had first met Escher. At first he'd wake in tears and shaking. As he'd gotten older he wasn't as upset, but no less disconcerted when he awoke. It was heartbreaking even now to recall his family.
Still, he was here and he had a good life for himself serving Escher. He didn't think he wanted anything to change. He was happy here. He finally fell back asleep tossing and turning, an uneasy feeling settling over him.
Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 10:22 pm
Pyry meets Brenny (AIM rp)
Lirilei: Sometimes, this training stuff sucked in his opinion. Oh sure, he'd met Petaya which had been a whole lot of fun, but most of the time his training was boring and lonely. He knew he needed to learn to get by on his own, in case something ever happened to Escher.... that thought was quickly chased away. It wasn't a good thought. It brought a frown to his lips and he kicked at a few scattered pine needles on the forest floor, unhappy about how...brown the ground was...and how green the trees. He missed his snow!
Thalia: "What're you doing?" inquired a voice from just above Pyry. "You seem unhappy. Are you alright?" The voice became concerned, rather than the initial curious tone it had held. The voice in question was soon embodied, as the owner of that voice climbed down from one of the pine trees. "I'm Brennen," the celebi boy introduced himself with a smile. He was dressed in rumbled jeans and a t-shirt; rumpled, probably, from climbing the tree he had just come from. "Why are you so sad? Do you want to play with me?"
Lirilei: The sudden voice had Pyry pausing and looking around in confusion, bright blue eyes blinking in confusion as he looked for the source of the voice and finding no one...at first. When Brennen appeared he took a few steps back warily. He could sense something from the boy...a latent power maybe. He'd felt similar from Escher all the time so he was used to the feeling. But who was this boy! Pyry felt out of place, he was used to his heavier clothes meant for their snowy mountain top...not this forest stuff though he understood the need to have a diversity in his training areas. Not that he was doing much of that currently. His own clothes were in fairly good condition as he'd merely been wandering and not much else. Instead he stared at this Brennen, and tried to make sense of what he was being asked. Play? What was that?
Thalia: "You're awfully quiet," Brenny chirped cheerfully, studying the boy. "You must be an ice pokemon! I've seen one of your kind before. He's a vanilite! But he's noisier than you. He's always complaining that poffins don't grow on trees, so I bring him some, sometimes." He paused and frowned slightly, "Hey, I didn't scare you, did I? I'm sorry if I did! I didn't mean to! I just thought you looked so unhappy you could use a friend."
Lirilei: Yes he was quiet, thank you very much! Not..that he said this. He was still studying Brennan closely, eyes narrowing a little trying to figure the child out. The question earned a nod however. Yes, he was an ice type. He took a deep breath and exhaled softly. "Pyry." his name was given as a sort of grunt. "Cryogonal." to further expand upon his nod of agreement. "No." to being scared. Lie! "Friend? What's that?" finally! More than one word!
Thalia: "Hi, Pyry! I'm Brenny!" the celebi boy introduced himself again. Maybe this boy was newer to the world than he himself was? He didn't seem to talk much... Was it because he didn't know how to? Brenny was contemplating this when the other boy decided to expand, stating his species. "I'm a celebi," he chirped. "It's nice to meet you!" He hesitated at the cryogonal's next question. "...You don't know what friends are?" he asked, confused. Even as a pokemon, he had understood the concept of friends. "Well, friends are... They're people you care about. They're like family. They're special to you, and you want to protect them and play with them. I have friends! We can be friends, now too."
Lirilei: "Brenny? But you said Brennen...." confused? Maybe a little. But he wasn't used to being told one name, then another by the same person. "Not Brenny...Brennen..." there was a firmness to the childs voice, a bob of his head to emphasis this point. He was Brennen. Not changing that fact, nope! The concept of friends being explained made him brighten then. Oh yeah...Fuzzy! "Ohhh....I have a Fuzzy...well no his names not Fuzzy...but I call him Fuzzy. He's a Joltik and my first ever friend. There's Escher, but he's sort of like my father/brother/guardian/mentor/friend." there was a note of deep awe when he spoke of Escher, his voice still on the quiet side. A part of him thinking dear Arceus this boy was bouncy! he wasn't used to such excitement! "Not sad...grumpy. No snow." well then.
Thalia: "Well, my name is Brennen, but I like Brenny best. Everyone calls me that. You can too if you--Oh, you don't want to?" he nearly pouted. He'd never met anyone so against using nicknames. "A fuzzy?" he echoed, blinking in confusion. "Oh!" He brightened at the explanation, comprehending. So the boy wasn't against nicknames completely, it seemed. Maybe he only used them if he'd given them. "You must really like your Daddy," he beamed at the description of Escher. "My Daddy's name is Connie, and he's the best there ever was!"
Lirilei: "I don't know Fuzzy's real name...so I named him Fuzzy. He was looking for his mom and dad so they could tell him his name. I haven't seen him in awhile, so maybe he's found them and has a name now so I can call him it." well that explained that really. "Brennen." another firm nod, but there was a tiny hint of a smile to his lips then. "But...I guess Brenny....like Brennen more..." well then. Though he blinked and shook his head. "Escher isn't my dad....though he acts like one...he saved me when I was...well not like this... I was cornered and.." he shuddered and stopped talking. "Now, I serve Escher in thanks for saving me and taking me in. He's training me. It's what I'm supposed to be doing now, training. Learning how to adapt and survive in an en-vi-ron-ment I'm not used to..." the long word slowly sounded out. He leaned in and whispered almost confidentially. "Escher is royalty you know!" well it was how he viewed the Palkia really!
Thalia: "If he acts like a Daddy, then he must be a Daddy," Brenny wasn't sure he liked the other boy's explanation. Serving someone? Connie had saved him from freezing and had brought him to live in the city, where he would no longer be alone--but he couldn't imagine Connie making him do anything that wasn't for his own good. He frowned at the thought. "Training?" he echoed, frown deepening. "Hn... But you're not a pokemon anymore, you're a person. And people don't need training, they need love. They need compassion, they need to be cared about. Not bossed around or forced into situations they're uncomfortable with." There was a long pause, and then with a decisive expression, Brenny straightened. "I am, too," he said. "I'm the voice of the forest," he explained. "I heard some people talking about celebi a while ago. I'm a legendary! I cause forests to florish. I bet your Daddy can't do that. It's something only I can do."
Lirilei: He was starting to think he didn't like this boy very much! "Escher doesn't make me. I do it because I want to. He teaches me so much! Manners, reading, writing, history, science, math...he wants me to be as smart as I can. So I have lessons almost every day. He wants me to be strong, and able to take care of myself. So I have training often." Pyry was sort of glaring at the other. "Escher is a Palkia. He's a legendary too which is why he's royalty, and he's not my daddy, as you keep insisting on calling him. He's my guardian, my mentor. But not my daddy." he wasn't being particularly mindful of his manners just then he was realizing but he couldn't help it. He didn't like this boy talking bad about Escher!
Thalia: "My daddy teaches me things too. But he doesn't make me go where I don't want to. If I went to an icy place like where you come from, I'd freeze. I like the forest, that's where I belong. And the city. I live there, with my Daddy--that's sort of what you're doing, isn't it? The city is very different from the forest... Everything's different." This boy was certainly defensive. Brenny couldn't understand why. He blinked. "What's wrong with calling him your Daddy? He takes care of you and loves you, and teaches you--isn't that what a Daddy is? Doesn't that make someone a Daddy?"
Lirilei: "I may not like going other places, but it's good for me. Helps me to grow, and become strong. To be the best I can be. I can't learn if I stay where I'm most comfortable. Sometimes one has to learn to over come ad-ver-sar-ial conditions to become the best!" he nodded again firmly. "I prefer the snow and the cold...I miss my gloves, and scarf, and bells....but this is what I need to become strong. Escher says one day I'll be strong enough to leave and be on my own with my own family, but that I have to become strong enough to do that." He shook his head at the other then, this boy was dense! "Because he's not my daddy. My dad is dead. He was melted away into nothing by stupid fire Pokemon, and he and my mom and my siblings are all gone, and Escher saved me. He's not my daddy! Do you understand?!" this was a painful subject for him really. He loved Escher yes, and knew the Palkia cared in his own way...but was it a father and son way? It made him wonder a little and this wondering made him uncomfortable, and the uncomfortable feeling made him sort of angry and as he got more upset a cold wind started to blow around him though he took a few deep breaths and managed to calm back down. "I don't like you." the words were spoken flatly. "You can't seem to grasp the fact Escher, is Escher and not my daddy." this was likely not going to end well.
Thalia: "...Dead?" Brenny repeated, lip trembling dangerously. "Melted away into nothing?" ...So this boy had been alone. He knew how that was. He had been alone, too. "I never met my parents," he said. "Celebi travel through time, and when they leave a forest, they leave an egg behind. They never come back. But with me, they left two eggs. My sister and I--we hatched only last autumn, and by the time it was Winter, we--" he winced, "she left me. I was alone. I didn't know what to do. The snow frightened me. I was cold, and hungry, and there wasn't anything to eat. That's when my Daddy came. I was cold enough I went to find warmth in something--a truck, he said? And he helped me. I found my star then, and he brought me home. I don't know if my sister's dead. I don't know if a human took her, or if fire pokemon burnt her to nothing--but I have a family, now. And it's important to move on! Everyone says it's important to see each day as it comes, and see the good things about every situation! If my sister hadn't left me, I might never had found my Daddy. Or made any of the friends I have." He frowned at the boy's next words. He didn't like him? Brenny didn't think he'd ever met someone who actively disliked him. He tended to make friends with everyone. "That's okay," he said, after a long pause.
Lirilei: "Dead. Gone. Poof. Nothing left." he hated to talk about this really. Tended to just lock it all up and away. Though this left him distant at times, and made it hard to get to know others once in awhile. But this was the first time he'd not grown to like someone after awhile. "Maybe you'll find her someday. Maybe she's traveling in time and leaving an egg of her own or something." well it was one idea, and better than thinking of her dead. "Well good. You have your daddy, and I have my Escher. He's all I need." well for now. Who knew about when he got older... he sighed a moment. "Maybe I like you. I don't know. You're kinda weird, and hyper...and you don't seem to understand that just 'cause Escher takes care of me, doesn't make him my daddy. But I guess I shouldn't get so mad that you don't understand that." Maybe.
Thalia: "I've been looking for her since she left," for a moment, the celebi sounded uncharacteristically disheartened. "I've asked everyone I've met so far if they've seen her. I don't even know what she looks like now, though. She might have found a star of her own. She might have gone through time... But then, she'll never come back to this one," he sighed. She might as well have been dead, if she'd done that, he thought. He felt it was better to know what had happened--and have some closure, than to be left wondering. "I hope she would have told me if she did..." But maybe not. They had had a disagreement, he recalled. He had always had a curiosity about the world outside the forest. He had wanted to know about humans. "That's okay too," he said. "I think you're kind of weird too."
Lirilei: The sadness in the others voice...he knew that feeling well, and almost as if someone were pulling strings he moved a bit jerkily...and rested his hand on the other boys shoulder. Hugs? What were those? "You have your daddy though, so you're not all alone, and thats really good, because being all alone when you're little is scary stuff." He blinked at being called weird and actually laughed. That was a first for him! "Maybe I do like you...just we gotta agree to disagree and stuff right?"
Thalia: At the touch, Brenny instinctively wrapped his arms around the other boy. "Right," he said, straightening as he pulled away. "Being with someone who cares about you is the best thing ever, I think. Even if Escher's not your Daddy--I think he must love you a lot to have saved you like that." Fire pokemon frightened him, too. "Agree to disagree? That sounds confusing," he said. "So are we agreeing to agree with me, or agreeing to disagree with me? Which is it?"
Lirilei: The hug startled him, and his eyes widened a bit while his own arms stayed at his sides. He finally reached up and gave a very awkward hug in return. "Well when he saved me he didn't know me...but you're probably right that he does." now anyhow. Though here he grinned. "Both? We both agree that we may not agree with what the other one has to say, but that we can accept that we don't see eye to eye on it." best explanation he had for it anyhow!
Thalia: "He must be very brave. I think I would be very frightened if fire pokemon came into my forest..." He didn't like to think about that. What would happen if a fire started in the woods? Would he feel it? Would he know it? Would he get sick? What if his forest burnt down? He winced at the thought, and quickly shook it from his mind. "I still don't understand," he said, mulling the boy's words over. "Why are we agreeing, when we don't agree? Can't friends disagree about things without agreeing that they disagree? What's the point in agreeing if you disagree, because you're going to keep disagreeing until you agree.
Lirilei: "Escher is verrrrry big, and verrrry strong and verrrrry brave. Bravest Pokemon I know!" well, it was true! Brenny's words about agreeing, and disagreeing and why they shouldn't...and all it had his head spinning and he laughed. "You're confusing me! I don't even know what I was going to say anymore." he shook his head and smiled. "I should probably actually start training now...Escher could be watching and he wouldn't want me goofing off too long...." a wry smile was given. "It was nice meeting you though Brenny." he smiled at the other kid with a nod of his head.
Thalia: "Come back and train in the forest again sometime! I'll teach you how to play games and move around the forest! It's a good place to hide, no one can ever find you, if you don't want them to. You can tell Escher that! I think he'd like that, if you train with another legendary too! And I can show you how to move fast in and out of the trees--and it'll be fun!" the celebi boy rambled. "I'll miss you," he said at last. "Bye!"
Pyry grinned at that idea and gave a nod. "That's a really good idea, I bet he'd like that a lot. I'll try to come back soon okay?" He beamed at the other boy a moment. "Good luck finding your sister! If I see her, I'll tell her you're looking for her, okay?" he waved and he started back on his little journey, a little skip of sorts in his step. Maybe non-snowy covered forests weren't as bad as he thought....
Pyry: Pyry was off on another one of his little training exercises...if it could technically be called that. He wasn't on the mountain today at any rate. Nope, today he was off, and on a little mission.
Bells.
He loved bells. He didn't know why he did...but he did. They sounded so pretty when they rang! He had a preference for the smaller higher toned ones but he did have several larger deeper sounding ones which were also quite nice.
Even so, he wanted more. He'd lost a few recently and had decided more were in order and had made the trip off the mountain on the hunt. Escher had brought him his previous bells...so it had been a trial to find where to buy them, but he had prevailed and was now walking back with a small container of bells. The lid was on snug but he was able to shake it and hear it rattle.
This simple thing had a bright smile on his face, and naturally bright eyes even brighter. That was until some adult went running past in a hurry he imagined...and he found himself eating pavement, almost literally. His bells went flying and he gasped in horror as the lid popped open...and his bells went flying all over.
This would not do!
Picking himself up he ignored the aches from the fall and began to scramble to pick them up, scouring the area...counting as he went...and coming up very, very short.
Emery: In all his few weeks' time on his own, Emery had yet to find a balance that he was truly satisfied with. Traversing through what was equivalent to an alien world came with its own curiosities and, unfortunately, little time to adapt without something unknown appearing. It was a slow road, but there was some progress over time... in such small doses that it was difficult for the magnemite-child to really notice.
Luckily, he was a little more focused today, so the depressive thoughts remained at bay for the time being. His left hand rested at the front of the portable radio, strapped to his side and turned on to the static it was able to pick up at the moment. The volume was turned down, but without the use of any headphones, his movements were anything but silent. Not that he was really trying to be careful about the noise -- it was his first time heading into town in a while, and he wasn't exactly bashful about it. True, he often got weird looks, but how quick that was to be identified as the norm. He was just glad to be in a more populated environment, even though the child knew that he would quickly regret that decision in a matter of days. Preferences were much like a yo-yo, and seemed to be toyed with by some outside force in much the same way.
Despite the white noise preoccupying Emery's ears, he was still able to pick up the sound of a soft, high-pitched and metallic noise nearby. Dual-toned eyes scanned the rough terrain at his feet, noting that there were some individuals off in the near distant but ignoring their presence for now. It seemed something was reacting to the electric-type in much the same manner as the radio seemed to, but in a more audible manner. Of course curiosity was piqued!
It wasn't until the boy stumbled nearly on top of it did he spot the tiny bell on the floor, having nudged the instrument with a foot. Retrieving it in a hand, he rolled it over and held it to the light of the day. "Hello, what are you now?" he asked the object, smiling slightly when it made another chime with its careful momentum. It wasn't very frequently that he ran into something that was both metal and intriguing! However, he failed to connect the points between it and the upset boy with the box none too far away from his stead.
Pyry: How many were missing…too many. Too many. He looked around, blue eyes scanning the ground, one found in a sidewalk crack and he scrabbled at it with urgency before finally getting it up. That was one less he had to find. He continued to look, noticing people walking nearby, but he didn’t pay too close of attention at first.
A cry of dismay came from him as he watched one get run over by a car and become a shiny pancake, the cry was echoed seconds later as he watched another get kicked down a storm drain in the gutter. He couldn’t get that one now either. His poor bells!
The lid was clamped down tightly and he held the container to his chest protectively while he continued to search only to blink at the boy standing there. He was a strange looking boy, but he had no room to talk he knew. He didn’t look like a human boy what with the multi-colors to him. But what really caught Pyry’s attention was the fact he was holding one of his bells!
Quickly he scrambled to his feet, and he inhaled sharply, obviously unhappy that this kid had one of his bells…and was looking at it like that! He could feel his body growing colder with the anger he was feeling and he fought to keep things in check as his eyes narrowed and he began to stomp over to the other…only to stop the moment he felt a pain in his leg from the fall. Stomping was out then.
Still he walked to the other eyes narrowed and a very clipped “That’s mine!” came from him, though it wasn’t as sharp as it could have been…or as sharp as he’d intended. It was actually semi tremulous. It was his. He just hated confronting people!
Emery: The magnemite eased the volume further down with the dial on the front of the radio, a barely audible whisper of sound now. He didn't trust himself with the sound off completely yet, still precarious but determined enough to do something. With the electrical noise hushed, Emery was able to catch the sound of the bell much clearer. He'd heard racket similar before, but they tended to be synthetic sounds coming from a speaker, or the blaring of a horn. This tiny thing didn't give off such a sense of urgency with its clearer sound, but rather, it was a bit more uplifting. Strange indeed!
Seeing the movement out of the corner of his eye near his current position, Emery's eyes flicked up to meet the boy. He wasn't going to assume what the other child wanted, but he was able to make an educated guess before anything was spoken. Toying with the small chime, he continued to roll it around, magnetized to his hand so he didn't accidentally drop it as he tried to read the icy boy better.
It was possible he had a silly grin on his face, but he wasn't aware of it. The metal-patched poké-child could tell that this other boy was not a normal citizen of the town -- who wouldn't have been able to tell that? There was a ghostly light emanating off from the snowflake-child, tempting Emery to ask about it. This other kid was in a similar situation as he was, wasn't he?
The demand caught Emery off-guard, though, and in reaction, his attention was back on the indicated bell. "Is it?" he asked, slightly disappointed. Was that all he wanted? Well, as soon as he handed it over, that would be the end of it... and to be honest, he kind of liked the attention. He took a few steps back, as though taunting, "Hm, can you prove that this is yours?" He wasn't here when the accident happened, so there was no eyewitness alibi.
Pyry: He watched the boy playing with his bell his bell! rolling it in his hand and grinning at it…that smile made him made…you didn’t smile at his bell like that! Okay so he knew his thinking was irrational and all…but honestly he’d barely gotten to enjoy the bell, or even add it to his collection. He’d lost two for good, and he still had a bunch missing…and now this kid was grinning at his bell?! The nerve!
Though his ire started to vanish the moment he heard the disappointment in the others voice. Oh… he liked the bell? Well…maybe he could probably part with this bell if it kept the other from sounding kind of sad….maybe it would even kind of make him smile…which would be a good thing he thought. He’d just opened his mouth to tell him he could keep it when suddenly he was backing up and with his bell!
“Prove it?” he repeated and it took him a moment to recall the box of bells he was clutching and he pulled his hand away from his chest and gave it a shake metal clinking and tumbling against metal, the various pitches of the bells muffled by the lid, and carefully he opened the lid up and shook the box again, the sounds louder, clearer.
“See?”
So many bells. He had to have had a good two dozen at least…not including the ones he’d dropped! He’d not found a good half dozen or more after the fall and he was thinking he wouldn’t. At this point, he was more focused on the boy who was holding the bell hostage!
Emery: Emery wasn't completely oblivious to the way the ice-type appeared to be feeling, his unsureness to the whole situation, but the magnemite opted to act more selfishly despite it. It didn't look like the cryogonal got out and about much, at least around other people, and for that he could feel a bit of sympathy. However, it was exceptionally rare that another chose to approach the walking generator of a pokémon, and he wanted to milk it for all it was worth. Though... burning bridges right off the bat like this probably wasn't the smartest move he'd ever made...
He hesitated at the thought, coinciding with the ice-boy's parroted question and taking another step back. He didn't know what to expect from the box, but as soon as the cryogonal fumbled with the lid of it, it was apparent that it wasn't dangerous. Cautiously, Emery peered in to see the contents before swiftly backing up again -- he didn't want to get to close, at least yet.
Ringing the bell again, he shook his head, "How do I know you didn't just steal all those?" Not that he was doing anything better, but finders keepers, right? At least temporarily -- it was never his intention to keep it, only to lead the other boy on for as long as he could. Teasing, testing the lines, how much until Emery became too annoying to deal with?
Flinching, his movements stopped as he caught the sound of another bell none too far off, reacting to Emery's unintentional magnetic fluctuations; he wasn't focusing as well as he could have been. Were they really that scattered? Offering Pyry a quizzical look, the magnemite dropped the act with little warning, "What happened, did you throw them or something? They're all over the place..."
Pyry: It was true, Pyry was sort of uneasy about the other having his bell, and well who could blame him really. Well plenty of people could maybe, given he wasn't being very mature as far as his attachment to bells was going. Still, he was remaining calm. Calmer than he had been scurrying about for them anyhow!
"Steal?" Oh his eyes widened at the thought and he shook his head from side to side sending his hair flying. "Oh no, no, no! Mister Escher wouldn't like that at all! No, I bought those for myself just a little bit ago!" he was shocked someone would think him capable of stealing! Then again the boy didn't really know him, but still! To equate him with a common thief!?
The sudden shift in behavior was startling to him and he blinked in surprise, jerking the bells a little closer to himself and nearly sloshed some out of the container. "No...I sort of got pushed into and I fell and my container of bells dropped and opened...and away they went." he sighed softly then. Though thinking about the fall he checked the palm of a hand and idly rubbed the slightly raw and red flecked hand on his pants. "Been trying to find them all...one got smushed...one went down a drain...the others..." he shrugged with a frown.
Emery: The first inclination Emery had at the mention of a 'Mister Escher' was believing that the other boy was referring to a trainer -- he'd never heard of another pokémon's name attached to such title formalities. He wouldn't have even known what a legendary pokémon was, as a matter of fact, even if told. Heck, even his perception of what a trainer was was skewed. Perhaps if he knew that, his perception of the ice-type would have been much different, but he was under the impression that, due to such 'normal' living arrangements, this other poké-kid must have been better acquainted with how the world worked out here. If that hadn't been the case, Emery likely wouldn't have continued on with such a barrier.
However, barrier or not, there were still a few routes open for the magnemite to converse, things he would have said regardless. "Bought?" ...and then there were things he blurted out before thinking it over. Tossing the captured bell into the air before securing a grip over its entire surface, he pressed on with an indicated pinky to the box clutched so tightly, "Your trainer gave you the money to buy that stuff yourself?" It was amusing to see the mild freakout the cryogonal exibited at the notion of being called out on stealing, giving a light laugh at it, "Chill out, I'm not judging you. I don't care if you stole these or not." There was still that lilt of a taunt, as though he were expecting the wisp of a child to continue defending the fact he was not a thief, but it was fading from his voice.
Before Pyry had fully responded to him, Emery moved himself closer to the sound of the missing bell, sidestepping as cue to indicate that he was still listening. Pulling back a few stray pieces of litter, he rolled another bell out from under a slightly soggy piece of cardboard. Once identified, he swiped it up and returned to where he was standing while conversing with this strangely obsessed poké-child. "Did they at least say they were sorry or something?" the magnemite asked with a frown. While it may have been strange for someone who was acting the brat moments prior to be outwardly concerned, Emery didn't feel that was right. It was one thing to play, even mean-spirited playing, but that wasn't anything but just plain mean. Semantics aside.
Pyry: "Uh-huh...bought. With money Mister Escher said I earned for good behavior, and learning well, and a bunch of things. He said it was a good way to learn how to take care of myself and be responsible and stuff."
"Trainer? Mister Escher isn't a trainer! He's a Palkia! He's a great Pokemon!" he was so full of pride where Escher was concerned! "He saved me when I was a little pokemon and took me in and has been raising me and teaching me ever since up on our mountain! He's Mister Escher, greatest of all the great pokemon!" there was such conviction in his voice, it would be hard to dispute the fact the boy thought very highly of Escher!
"Chill out?" puzzled at the expression and he did begin to let ice crystals form over his skin, the temperature around him dropping quickly. "Like this?" how puzzled he sounded as he tipped his head curiously.
"No...no apologies. Got told to watch where I was going...and I was watching perfectly fine. I was looking ahead knowing I was leaving down to begin the walk back to the mountain. I think he was the one not looking if you ask me." He watched as the other pulled aside the litter and his eyes lit up. "Another bell!" he beamed pleased to see another had been found...and of all things he peered up at the other. "Well....since you found those two...you can keep them. I have a whole box...plus the others back home..." he figured he could spare a few...
About then he was startled beyond all reason as a large truck moving through town pulling its horn as someone nearly cut it off, and being so close to the two poke-children it was loud...and not a sound he was used to. There was a yelp from Pyry and the hand holding the bells flailed sending the bells flying all over while the other hand suddenly jutted out and ice formed on his hand, and he yelled again, this time shards of ice being hurled away from him and towards the truck. Before he realized it wasn't something attacking. Still, the shards went wide and came to rest in the ground beside the truck. He lowered his arm sheepishly...only to realize he'd lost hold of the box entirely.
"Oh no my bells!"
Emery: The concepts that Pyry was speaking of, of an allowance and permission to prowl the city, were quite foreign to the young magnemite. While he was beginning to understand the concepts of 'money' in this world, it was a very fuzzy kind of knowledge, born more out of slight observation and logical puzzle solving than it was out of experience. But for a pokémon to earn a living in that sort of manner... this 'Mister Escher' didn't tell the snowy child that having a roof over his head and a meal to eat was payment enough? Or did Pyry just accomplish a lot more around the house than Emery ever did in the factory he used to be stationed in?
It was all very confusing... and he would have said as much, had it not been for the fact that something more completely alien appeared amid the explanations, "What's a palkia?" Was that a job title? But Pyry said that Mister Escher was a pokémon, and pokémon didn't have job titles, as far as he knew. Regardless, it was ridiculously obvious how devoted this bell-wielding child was to the other pokémon, so maybe he shouldn't ask any more, for fear of looking too outlandishly uneducated. Well, more than he already had, at least. Mister Escher sounded like an interesting individual, to say the least!
Emery's eyes widened when he realized that Pyry was taking his phrasing literally, the temperature in the immediate area suddenly taking a nosedive. He flinched slightly, fighting off a shiver as he exclaimed, "No, that's not what I meant... but that's so cool! Are you an ice-type?" Yes, it was obvious he had never met too wide a variety of pokémon...
It was surprising to note how talkative the cryogonal grew once the subject veered from subjects less touchy. In fact, it seemed it was once subjects focused less on the child himself, much how Emery tended to feel... or maybe that was just the magnemite struggling to find common ground in all this confusion, there was really no telling at this point. Idly toying with the bells in his hands, it was more out of a touch of nervousness than to tease. However, once Pyry allowed Emery to keep them, he quickly held them out in relinquishment, "No that's okay! They're yours; you bought them."
The metallic child was getting mildly fidgety, having both the sudden urge to retreat from the conversation and stick around to see everything through until he was sure things were all right. Before he could voice one way or the other, though, the sudden appearance of the truck knocked all retained thought out of him. Emery wasn't unused to seeing large hauling trucks, but the startling way it drove past paired with Pyry's panic jostled his handle on his magnetic energy to slip slightly. In the rush, his attention was toward the point of possible-danger, cutting off the surrounding noise from reaching him; the radio tied to his side crackled angrily in protest to deaf ears. It hadn't long to reduce volume down to it's nearly-silent noise before Emery reacted out of instinct at the sight of the bells attempting escape, raising steady amplitude as the magnemite attempted to keep the rolling bells from progressing further distance. He was magnetic, after all, and could stop the metal chimes from movement if he concentrated hard enough. "Quick, get them back in the box before they start moving again!" Emery directed, staying stationed for better concentration. There were a lot of them, so he wouldn't be able to keep this up very long.
Pyry: If Pyry had been privvy to Emery's internalizing he'd have explained things as best as he could to ease the other boys confusion, but as he was not, he could not, so he had no idea the other was somewhat baffled by things.
"A Palkia...well...big huuuuge dragon Pokemon! I know he can do some pretty neat things but he's never really told me what and I don't ask. I know he's busy a lot and there's some Rayquayza's that like to try causing me and him trouble...mostly Mister Escher."
"Oh...it's not?" he was surprised that wasn't what the other had meant and he blinked at him curiously. "I didn't know that sorry..." and he gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I'm a Cryogonal. Or was one...now I'm well...me...this..." and he waved a hand to himself. "What about you? I can tell you're like me...a pokemon that found one of those stars and changed and stuff...but I can't tell what pokemon you were. Though you look really cool!" he liked the bi-colored look the other had, after getting used to it a little.
There was utter surprise on his face as the other thrust his hand out with the bells, and he frowned. "Oh...well....okay. You seemed sorta sad they were mine so..." he shrugged lightly and reached for the bells, having dropped them into the box just before the little truck fiasco.
Pyry was glad he hadn't been looking at the truck or he'd have hit it he knew. Still, he was amazed at what the other was doing and his hand fell to his side as his jaw dropped. "Wooooow! That's so cool!" there was genuine appreciation for this little talent of the others.
"Oh, oh right! Okay!" he began to scurry then, quickly going around to pick up as many of the bells as fast as possible, though he felt he wasn't moving fast enough for the other boy!
Emery: Emery's eyes went wide at the quick description of what a palkia was; if it hadn't been for the fact that the snowy boy was so excited about sharing such information about his employer, he might have been a bit more intimidated. He'd never exactly met a dragon-type before, but they sounded like they were a dangerous breed all on their own! In all honesty, though, the curiosity outweighed the tension. "What sort of neat things can he do?" he asked curiously, though wasn't about to pry about it. Tilting his head slightly, he added, "And what's a rayquaza..?" He sure was chock full of questions!
Pyry was definitely a strange kid... strange and baffling, but somehow charming in his own way. Maybe it was that sincere apology paired with the meek smile, but it just seemed so ridiculously out of place! "You don't have to apologize, I didn't even know you could do that!" he snickered; didn't he just say that was cool? He gave a frustrated-sounding huff at Pyry's explanation of what he was, but there was still a smile on his face to counteract any misunderstanding, "You're still a cryogonal! I still consider myself a pokémon, even if the humans don't." Not that he really ever saw a cryogonal before, either, but he could say he'd seen one now! While the thought of talking about himself would normally be enough of an aversion for him to leave, the questions being asked of him were less personal than what tended to rub him wrong. "The star did this?" he asked; he had suspected as much, but knowing it was the same sort of ornamentation that transformed them had him surprised, "Oh, um... thanks, I guess. I'm a magnemite." The sudden bashfulness, wrought by the complimenting, was not expected. What did the cryogonal mean? There was nothing cool about him!
"Sad?" the metal child jolted. That wasn't it, he was just being a selfish jerk! What was it this other kid was seeing? He didn't feel confrontational about the difference in views about it, but he wanted to know what Pyry meant. Was he actually sad? Emery didn't know... he wanted to say that he knew, but the mind was a strange and foreign frontier. He wasn't brash enough to think he was more correct than anyone else. He just knew how to power a building and work a radio, that was all. And taunt, apparently. Without thinking of the repercussions, as he watched the bells return to their rightful place the magnemite prodded, "Are you a psychic type, too?" No, he was still on the fence about whether Pyry knew any different, but it might not have sounded that way.
As impressed as Emery was for Pyry's ability at staving off a moving truck, he was a little preoccupied in mentioning anything to the effect once he had heard the dismay in the ice-boy's voice. They were actually having fun, as absurd as that sounded, so why sully it with that sort of sadness again? It sounded like things were hard enough today, and since there was actually something Emery could be of use with, then why not? Usefulness had been, of course, a little lacking these past weeks... Watching as the cryogonal began picking them up, Emery inched near the box and toppled it over with a foot so that it was lying on its side, the top as close to facing the scattered pile as he could manage at the moment, "Just slide them in, it'd be faster that way. I can help better once there's less of them on the ground." This kid was actually pretty silly, when he wasn't angry or depressed!
Pyry: Pyry would have probably giggled if he knew that Emery thought of Escher as his employer. He was in a way one could suppose, but he was certainly so much more than that! "All I know is it's something to do with space...and traveling through it. He said it's hard to explain." and he did believe that! There was a lot Escher taught him that was hard to understand.
"Rayquayza's are dragons too. There's two that come around a lot...well one more than the other...Jormungandrr is a meany. Always trying to start fights with Mister Escher and taunting me. I don't like him. I don't really know what they can do but they think they're better than Mister Escher." oh how he glowered then! He was not impressed with the twins!
There was a nod of understanding then and he smiled. "I don't see many people and some of the ones I do think I'm just some strange kid dressed up in...what was that word one used....cause-play?" he shrugged then. He didn't know what "cause playing" was, but whatever.
"Uh-huh. Mister Escher told me a little about the conversation he had with Miss Venka and some others. We had though it was the star I found and they confirmed it." he stared at the other with a bright smile. "Ohh a magnemite! I've never seen one of you before. I really like your hair..." and here he got a little closer. "And your eyes! They're two different colors woooooow" he was truly awed by this!
"Uh-huh. You sounded dis...dissap....sad." he couldn't wrap his mouth around that word properly to get it out. He laughed at being asked if he was a psychic type and shook his head with something akin to a giggle. "Me? Noooo. I'm just an ice type! Why are you a psychic type!?" he was wide eyed again in fascination.
"Oh! Okay!" he beamed and began to scoop the bells into the box, grinning up at the other. "You're right! This does work better mister magnemite sir who's name I don't know!"
Emery: Something to do with space? While it may have been different if he was more knowledgable about outer space at all, Emery's thoughts instead redirected him to the correct path. "So he's a traveler? Or..." he started, shaking his head to cut himself off. No, if they were amazing powers, it would have been more than that! Regardless, it was entirely unexpected to hear of such a young ice type hanging around so many dragon types, or maybe it just seemed that way considering they seemed to be more on the uncommon end of the spectrum. With the way Pyry had been acting earlier, shrouded in that shy yet possessive air, Emery wouldn't have guessed that he had been around the 'mean' variety of individuals so often. Unless maybe they were also his superior, that could make a bit of sense... "The rayquazas think they can do that space stuff better than your boss can?" he attempted a guess, falling a little short of breaking free of his self-inflicted box's walls. It was difficult to imagine such a radically different lifestyle when the magnemite had never experienced much normality himself. Not that this sounded remotely normal, either...
"Heh, I know how that goes," Emery agreed wryly. He'd had his own fair share of encounters with the human populace, but in such a body type, they always seemed to assume that he was human first and foremost, just because the physique directed attention that way. With a sigh, he shrugged, "I don't know what it means, either; it's some other weird human-term. They're kind of selfish, aren't they? I think they trust their eyes too much, on how we look. I mean... I've never seen a human who could do half as much as a pokémon!" Of course, now he was sounding more like a 'selfish pokémon,' but he didn't feel like he was in the wrong!
It was kind of amusing, to be hearing all these unfamiliar names and species from such an excitable pokémon. Truthfully, he didn't know which were names and which were pokémon species anymore, but figured they'd be rather interchangeable at this point anyway. "So they did some research on the star..?" his question was hesitant -- he wasn't exactly sure he liked this new life, but also was not sure whether he should probe about it. Did he want to be angry? No... maybe he could stave that part off.
Once the conversation was directed more towards himself, who he was, Emery grasped at anything that might help him steer the conversation in a different direction. Maybe towards the little cryogonal some more, but he really did seem truly interested. He ran a primary-colored hand through his hair in a partial attempt to cover it when it was indicated, "Well I... kind of preferred... to be a magnemite..." he murmured, resisting the urge to pull away as Pyry took a step nearer. He did freeze, though, and after a moment, Emery realized that that was precisely the chance he needed to change the subject, "I dunno, I think glowing eyes are way more unusual!" There was a nervous smile at that, but he really did like the nifty will o' wisp look!
Emery's expression grew into a bit of a worried frown. Glancing down, he flexed a hand as he tried to find a way to explain the disappointment that had been heard in his voice. It was kind of difficult, he soon realized, to put explanation to something he didn't fully comprehend either, though. He wasn't sad, he was just... "You're not mad about me trying to take them from you?" ...he didn't know how to explain he was irrationally trying to tick Pyry off merely for attention's sake! However, it seemed to have paid off, and for the better -- the cryogonal was talking with him more willingly than if he was still holding his bells for ransom. He snorted out a laugh at the question as to whether he was a psychic type, "If I was a psychic type, you wouldn't be getting all these questions from me! Heh, no... electric and steel, nothing more. Ice type, that's got to be interesting. What's that like?" If nothing else, he certainly hadn't been expecting to run into an ice type way out here, in this dingy town!
Watching as the cryogonal-boy attempted to quickly plow the bells back into the overturned box upon instruction, Emery only remained stationary for as long as he deemed it necessarily. As soon as the majority of the bells were back within their confines, he focused his magnetic capabilities onto the stragglers and off of the congregation so he could roll them back in the box. It was much easier to do so when there were only a few lying about, for using a generalized magnetic field always seemed to lead to problems. The crackling radio was a current testament to that one... The makeshift title that he was given from the gleeful boy with the box had him stumble slightly in surprise; if he had not been engrossed in concentrating on his abilities, he likely would have laughed! "You could have just asked!" he coughed out, the prying laugh evident with his smile, "It's Emery. Well... Emmerich, but people never really used my full name. What's yours?" 'Mister'... that was never something he expected to be attached to him.
Pyry: Pyry gave a smile and a slight shrug "I don't know exactly what he does and I don't remember what he did when he found me. I was sort of in shock at that point." he scuffed his foot on the ground slightly, a wry look given. He didn't want to get into that moment just then, really.
"Maybe...its more they think they're better than everyone, that they're gods and stuff...and everyone else is beneath them. They and Escher don't get along at all, not that Mister Escher hasn't tried they just refuse." a shrug given then. He didn't understand the issues.
There was a smile at Emery's words and a nod. "I don't deal with them too often....usually when I want some more bells. I lose them a lot...and I live on a snowy mountain so I can't get them easily when I do lose them." he didn't like losing his bells! "You're right, some are really selfish, like the one who ran into me earlier." that had been pretty mean!
"Miss Venka had been looking into them, and called a meeting with Mister Escher and they discussed things, along with that rude rayquayza though why they bothered I don't know. It seems he interrupted things quite a bit." he shrugged some. "But I guess it finds pokemon randomly...and sometimes its good...I wanted to change...I wanted to be more helpful to Mister Escher and now look at me! For others its not as helpful I've heard." he recalled the Keldeo's stories!
"You did? Wooow...I've never met anyone who was happier before the change. I was so scared when Mister Escher found me and saved me. I almost died like the rest of my family...." his voice tapered off but he blinked eyes widening in surprise at the other mentioning his eyes. "You think so? Oh, thank you!" he beamed suddenly it lighting up his whole face.
"Mad? Oh no, not mad at all no. I think you were trying to be playful weren't you? You don't seem mean after all, you seem very nice in fact." there was a decisive nod from Pyry as he said that. "It's not bad...it's not fun when it's too hot or sunny though, and I don't like being near fire types. They really scare me." he shuddered some then.
"It's nice to meet you Mister Emmerich sir! I'm Pyry!" he pronounced it slowly, it rolling off his tongue like 'Purr-eeee'. "Mister Escher said it's in...Finish! A human language! It means blizzard or snowstorn." he grinned then, and snow began to kick up around him a little, a few flakes landing on him and blowing towards Emery. "You can just call me Pyry, no misters needed!"
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Emery: As interesting a story as Pyry's hinted history may have been, Emery knew where to call it quits with the prying. It seemed a touchy subject, and when he thought about how much he himself wouldn't want to divulge his own past, he reeled the conversation back a step or two to avoid it, "So it was enough to help you get through some tough times... I can see how that could be considered pretty powerful!" As well as mysterious, no doubt!
"Gods, huh..." Emery mused on the idea, but was as much at a loss as Pyry seemed to be. Truthfully, he didn't know what the difference was -- they were all pokémon, weren't they? So why the macho act? Of course, this only led the magnemite's mind back to the difference between pokémon and humans... quite ironic, to be certain! He grabbed at his vest and wrinkled his nose, "If they really think they're gods, then why didn't they turn into this form instead? Humans think the very same things." As adverse as the child was growing towards the human populace, he still felt as though they outclassed him, even if they now thought he was one of them... It was interesting to discover that most pokémon actually preferred these new forms, but in Emery's vehemence, he couldn't see the positive side, as stuck on his current bias as he was. "I suppose... in some ways, having hands can be helpful..." he admitted after a moment, holding them up to glance at them again. He didn't used to need them, though, so why not just stay the way he had been? Ignorance truly was bliss, at times.
Blinking, he frowned slightly, more out of amused disbelief than anything else, "Bells? So... what's so important about the bells anyway. Do they do something important?" Well at least now he knew what they were called! He laughed as Pyry brought up the man who had knocked the box of bells from his clutches and nodded, "Yeah, that's a good example!" He had been thinking of something a little less obvious than that, but it was fitting nonetheless!
There was a minor flinch at Pyry's amazement to realize Emery didn't really like his new form, worried that he was perhaps missing something that everyone else seemed to understand with little effort. Was it really so strange that he didn't like being so much more human? What was it that he wasn't seeing? Before he could struggle much further with the confusion, his attention latched back onto the return reminiscence of the cryogonal's past. Death? That was... quite a bit different than what he had been expecting to hear out of such a story, from such a happy-go-lucky child of a pokémon. No wonder this Escher guy was so revered... "No wonder you wanted to be less pokémon, if that's the case. Planning revenge?" he inquired, not seeing the problem with asking such a question. It seemed logical, but considering Emery hadn't dealt with such hard-hitting loss outside of his own being, there was less to correlate with -- it might have been what he chose to do, in Pyry's shoes!
"Mm-hmm!" the magnemite-boy affirmed his statement about the icy-boy's eyes, fiddling with his vest a bit distractedly, "Your eyes are really pretty!" Nope, didn't see anything wrong with that statement, either, and in fact caught himself staring when he saw Pyry's eyes glow more intensely in his exuberance, "Oh woah, I didn't know you could make them glow brighter like that! Do they help you see in the dark better, too?" Oh he could keep going on and on with the questions in his distraction, at this rate.
"Eh? You... seriously..?" Emery sputtered, knocked speechless by Pyry's quick grasp on the situation. He... he didn't need to explain his motives at all? "Th-That's exactly it, how did you know? You seemed pretty upset before, I thought for sure you'd be mad, thinking I was trying to steal them from you or something!" he gaped, amazed. It took him a bit longer before he could regain his composure on the subject as the direction was altered, "You don't like fire types because you're an ice type?" It was curiosity that had him going again; he didn't seem to have a distaste based on pokémon type, but... the opposite... maybe it was something similar. He grinned then, "Well good thing I'm not a fire-type, then!"
Directing the last few bells back into the box, he held them in place until Pyry was able to secure the lid on the top, or at least about-face the opening upward. "Mister?" Emery repeated, turning his attention, "You don't have to call me that, either, it makes me feel like I'm suppose to be older than you!" He took another glance at Pyry's form to verify that they did, indeed, look to be about the same age. That was really all he had to go by, though. "Py-ry... it's a nice name!" he smiled, "It means something? How did you find that out?" How interesting! Was there some sort of hidden meaning to every name? Emery thought it was merely a matter of what sounded good... but then, he wasn't the one to pick out his own name. What an intriquing prospect to consider, if that were the case!
Pyry: There was a nod from Pyry then a light smile given. "Yeah....I thought I was going to die too...but he saved me....so I don't really remember much about what he did or how he did it...just that I'm here now." it was hard to remember the first moment Escher had appeared and what he had done he'd been scared out of his mind after all.
"I don't know honestly. Mister Escher says at least one of them wants a star pretty badly but hadn't found one. I found one by accident really." he shrugged some. "I'm not sure how it works, or even where they come from. They just sort of...do..." he gave a smile and a nod at the others comment on hands. "I like having them. I can move things around easier now, which is helpful."
There was a pleased giggle from the boy and he shook his head in amusement. "Noooo. They don't do anything special, except make me happy. I like bells a lot. They sound happy and bright especially when you have a lot together."
"Revenge? Oh no...Mister Escher took care of them...protected me...fire dogs. I don't know what they were...different kinds of them though. I was partially melted when Mister Escher saved me. It's just nice knowing I can't melt now even if I don't really like hot places or fire even now."
He felt his face go a bit warm at the compliment, and he smiled brighter. "Thank you, thats probably the nicest thing anyones ever said to me!" he gave a nod at the question. "I see very well in the dark, and in the snow and helps others to see me like a beacon."
"You're acting different now...helpful and really nice and asking questions...which tells me you weren't trying to be mean before, you were being playful and you were smiling. I've seen others act like that...people and pokemon both and it's meant to be fun and stuff." he smiled, glad he got it right.
Pyry moved to sit down on the curb then tired of standing for the moment and shook his head. "No....I mean thats probably part of it and I might have always had a distaste...but watching fire dogs chase down me and my family....and my parents and siblings die...and come close to it myself...it's pretty scarring. I try to avoid fire pokemon as much as I can. The few times I've not been able to, I freeze up...and not in a helpful way but scared they'll kill me. I panic....it's part of why I stay on the mountain with Mister Escher, but he likes me to train...to get used to being down off the mountain and around others...and..." he sighed in slight agitation. "I try...it's hard but I try...and it's very good you're not a fire type! I probably would be crying honestly I get that scared."
"Oh...well if you don't want me to call you mister, then Emmerich it is! Unless you prefer Emery?" hey he wanted to make sure! "Mister Escher told me the meaning. I can always ask him what yours means and if I see you again I can tell you!" why not?
Emery: He was quiet when Pyry opted to speak a little about his past -- at least, what little he could recollect. It sounded pretty painful, and in direct correlation, Emery didn't think he could relate well enough to say anything worthwhile. Well, except for one thing, at least, which helped to drive his words further, "Maybe it's a good thing that you don't remember what exactly happened, even if it was your first time meeting him. Maybe in time you would be able to forget all the bad stuff, too, so they don't scare you as much." Not that that was very good advice, but from one unknowledgeable in the area of suppression, it seemed to make sense.
Emery snorted at that, "They could have taken mine..." But that sounded a little too bitter to continue the conversation topic at the time, so he shook his head a little, as though he was saying, "Forget it, that was a bad joke." It was interesting, sure, but he didn't know what the point would be of all these what-if scenarios. "What's past is past, I guess. If neither one of us had to look for a star to find it, maybe they're just trying to hard," he noted, then smiled, "Oh did you not have hands as a pokémon, either? Have you found anything else useful about looking like this?" He may have now known the word 'cryogonal,' but that didn't paint a picture from any memory of his!
For a moment, Emery didn't understand how something so small and seemingly meaningless could make the boy so happy. It made sound? Wouldn't that get irritating? He was about to say as much when he remembered the radio strapped to his own side... the same one he liked to keep the volume on at any given time, if he could. The immediate comprehension felt strage to him, considering it was a strange hobby, to say the least... "So how did you find the bells, then? Did you travel into town a lot or something?" he reiterated, straying from his initial protests to the subject.
At the mention of Escher relieving Pyry of the need for revenge by dishing it out himself, Emery thought he could feel himself pale almost immediately. So he wasn't mistaken, this boss of Pyry's was very, very powerful, to be able to aid him from something that devastated his entire family in one night, solely on his own. And while protecting his protégé, no less! When he located his voice, it came strained with the sort of fear one finds when expecting someone like that to suddenly show up out of the blue, "Jeez... what can this guy not do?"
Of course, Emery hadn't thought much of the compliment given, outside of the fact he truly did think the glowing eyes looked much more 'cool' than the sorely mismatched color of his own. To have it stated that it was the nicest thing ever spoken to the other child seemed a little far-fetched, if only for the fact it seemed off that nobody else would have ever said such a thing. Pyry's eyes were very pretty! Maybe he was just pulling Emery's leg... but the meek smile he offered implied that he accepted the thanks given. "Oh I hadn't even thought of others being able to see in the dark as well," the child blinked, finding the link with being a humanoid flashlight to be a bit amusing... but extremely helpful! Pointing at the trailing orbs behind the icy boy, he asked, "So the tails help like that, too?"
He was still fumbling with the seams of his vest when Pyry explained how he could see that Emery was not trying to be vicious about his attack, dumbfounded as much as he was loathe to admit it. "Well I wasn't trying to be mean, but most people... well, take things at face value," the magnemite attempted to further the explanation, "So others act that way, too?" If he wasn't so outlandishly different as he thought on this subject, maybe he wasn't on the more sensitive subjects...
Watching Pyry take a seat, Emery moved to follow, seating himself next to the other boy. He winced when more information was revealed to Pyry's backstory. His words were hesitant, unsure of how to talk with someone about a subject so deep, but he tried nonetheless, "So you were there for all of that? Man... I'm sorry you had to go through it. Most pokémon, I think the worst a lot of them can talk about is having family members taken away, from all those, um... trainers?" He was privy to the most basic of details there, and took a look around the area at the people walking by, off in the distance, "Well I don't hear of that sort of thing happening to the humans, not all that much. Maybe that star helped you out so that sort of thing couldn't ever happen again. I mean, if all the humans think we're human, then maybe the pokémon would, too... and they might leave you alone." Maybe that would also keep him from crying, he didn't like the sound of that! Panic was a common place for Emery to visit, but just because he had familiarity in the area didn't mean he liked it -- not for himself, and not for others, especially the really kind ones!
Now that Emery's attention was fully off the state of the scattered bells, he was quick to chuckle at Pyry's question as to what to call the magnemite. He really was an oddball! "You call me whatever you feel like calling me, even if it still ends up being 'mister magnemite sir!' I'm not really picky on that, unless it's name-calling. In a mean way," he laughed. Considering he was named by a human, it was likely there was a meaning behind it. The idea was very fascinating, and his hasty nod conveyed the eagerness, "Oh if you could, if he knows, that would be great! Thank you!"
Pyry: "I think it's good I don't remember more either because what I do is scary. Maybe that's why I like bells...they're so bright and happy and don't sound scary. They keep me from thinking of the bad things." he looked thoughtful a moment.
"Not happy being like this huh?" he gave a soft smile. "Maybe you'll get used to it in time? A friend of Mister Eschers....he said he'd love to find one...he's a Keldeo..and he doesn't like being the center of attention, wants to blend in more with everyone. I guess I don't blame him. I don't know despite what happened I think I've been lucky really. I'm not unhappy with things, and I can't remember much from before."
He shook his head and laughed. "Nope no hands! I was like a big floating snowflake. Useful? Hmm...I don't crave meat all the time. Apparently thats all I'd eat before, but now I can eat a lot of things."
He shook the box in his hand, looking thoughtful. "The first bell was something I'd found by accident when I was still a Cryogonal...and Mister Escher brought me some more when he saw how much I liked it."
Turning a little he saw the wary look on the others face and his eyes widened. "Mister Escher is really nice, I promise! He takes care of me now though...like a father or big brother or something...and I do all I can to help him out. You don't have to worry Emmerich, you're so nice he wouldn't hurt you!" he sought to reassure the other, a kind smile on his face.
Pyry looked at his tails and laughed. "They probably do. I'm not around others very much, especially at night. Last time I was somewhere really dark I was too scared to be of much use but it was a dark, dark cave. But I've gotten better about that!"
"Most people are silly and jump to conclusions before they think things through. Hopefully no one gets too mad at you for being silly like you were." well that was one way to sum it all up really.
Listening to Emmerich he smiled softly. "I think it'd be easier to have family taken by trainers...then at least you know they're alive. It's not the same as being together but it's better than knowing they're really gone, you know?"
Picking at the sweater he was wearing for a moment he looked thoughtful once again. "Maybe...though most pokemon seem to be able to tell I'm still a pokemon. Maybe it's because we don't usually look quite human...or we can still smell it on one another or something. I don't know."
"Name calling in a mean way. Nope, not the sort of thing I do!" of course not. He beamed at the other wanting to know more about his name and nodded. "I will ask him and hope to see you again soon so I can tell you!" he gave the other a bright smile that lit his face up again, though he gave a little sigh. "Soon, I have to go. Its a long walk." he raised his hand and pointed to a semi distant mountain. "I live up there."
Emery: Talking of bells being 'happy' was certainly more than a little strange... but strangely adequate an explanation. Emery heard the bells in the box jingle slightly as they tapped one another, and considered it a tinny sound he could probably get used to, at least when he didn't have a headache. And speaking of getting used to things... he looked back to his own hands, finding their structure to be one of the oddest things to occur when he grew, "I hope I can get used to it. For all I know, I'm stuck like this, so I'd better make the best of it." He blinked, finding something else to be a little amusing as he turned back to face Pyry, "You know, I had you pegged as kind of an antisocial guy! You know a lot of people, it sounds like!" Which wasn't a bad thing, definitely, just not something Emery had expected!
It was strangely satisfying to know that he was speaking with another floating, mineral-type pokémon! Perhaps it was that reason why Emery let his guard lower a bit more, to a point where he didn't feel quite as foolish with his questions, "So um... what's meat?" Food in general was a strange subject, though.
With the generosity that Pyry was conveying about Escher, both in his quest to find more bells for the cryogonal-child and the following assurances, Emery quickly felt himself relaxing back to his previous state. It really seemed that the palkia was quite nice, but... only because others were nice? Pyry may have thought the magnemite was 'nice' now, but there was no telling later... and even if that feeling was upheld, that didn't mean Escher would share the sentiment. However, there was no telling if Emery was ever likely to even meet the guy, so there was a perk there; it seemed there were more positive chances than negative, in that regard. "Well then, if you say so, I'll believe you," he decided, feeling a bit silly for being so open with the fear reaction -- or maybe Pyry was just that good at picking it out? He hoped it was the latter, honestly!
"Hmm, maybe you should test out how well you can light up the dark, then!" the magnemite snickered, "Preferrably with someone else there; we don't want you getting scared again!" Watching as another person passed by, in the distance, the magnemite had an odd sense of understanding, "Yeah, people can be pretty silly like that... But I can't say I'm much better. I jump to conclusions all the time! Sometimes you just have to, but it can be hard to stop once you get going." It was interesting, maybe he was more human than he initially thought after all.
Hearing Pyry's view on preferred histories, Emery's expression dimmed. He could certainly agree on that, but hearing the other boy's pained explanations hurt the magnemite in a strange way, on the inside. He'd only ever had that feeling when it was more associated with himself, not someone else. The vague recognition materialized as a light swat to Pyry's back before the magnemite rose to his feet, "I do know, and I agree with you. Not knowing can be scary, but it doesn't hurt as much as wishing you could turn events back to an earlier time." He may not have felt that way about an individual himself, but he could see that it would have hurt that much worse.
It was definitely worrisome, to a degree, that other pokémon could recognize the two of them as pokémon themselves. Truthfully, Emery was actually kind of happy to hear that, at least on the whole -- the bigger, more frightening pokémon being able to tell what he was? Not as much. "Then maybe they just won't know how to deal with us. We're not exactly built the same as we were before, or I wouldn't have skin," he attempted with a smile, as much to make Pyry feel better as it was to help himself. The cryogonal was so nice, and if he had to get moving, he didn't want the boy to leave feeling downhearted. Glancing to where the ice-type was indicating, Emery took note of the mountain: intimidating, but it made for a good landmark, if nothing else. He then offered his hand to help the frost child up, "Well I don't want to keep you if you need to get going. How soon did you need to leave? I can walk with you to the outskirts, make sure nobody else tries to take any bells." His grin was impish at the joke, but he meant it.
Pyry: "I think we are sorta stuck like this yeah...at least thats my understanding of it." he blinked at being called anti-social and kind of laughed. "Actually, I usually am. But Mister Escher being who he is knows a lot of people and talks to me about things, or I'm present for certain things...I don't tend to talk to people on my own like this. Not without getting to know them first."
"Meat...well like small animals and fish and stuff are meat. I used to hunt rabbits and stuff when I was in pokemon form." he smiled at Emery saying he'd believe him and reached out to lightly pat him on the arm. "He wouldn't hurt a friend of mine, so you're okay really." of course not!
"Not a bad idea I'll have to try that sometime soon!" he nodded his head at the idea chuckling softly. "I guess conclusion jumping is easy, I don't know if I ever have...probably though." it was hard to think about if he had or not, really. The pat to his back was surprising but he looked to the other with that same light smile at the given comfort. "Yeah you're right. Oh well. Nothing that can be done. Just need to move forward one day at a time."
"Not knowing how to deal with us is good, maybe they'll see us more as humans...and be confused by the pokemon smell." one could hope! "I should probably go soon...the walk back will take me awhile and I don't want to be out after dark. Too easy to get lost." he smiled at the offer and nodded. "We're not far, but being walked to the outskirts would be nice thank you!" He pocketed his box of bells then looking around hoping he'd gotten them all, but he really had to go, so he couldn't take longer to look.
Emery: Emery nodded slowly in understanding. He didn't like the idea of being stuck in this form indefinitely, but there wasn't much use to worrying about it now. Everything was different, so he should just learn to deal... probably like any other pokémon in their position had done. The smile returned when Pyry had countered his confusion on where the cryogonal stood on the social spectrum, "I thought that might be the case, but I wasn't sure, since you seemed to know a lot about each of them! It's good, though, it sounds like most of them are nice, at least!"
Mulling over the consideration as to what was considered 'meat,' he was quick to realize that all options mentioned were otherwise considered 'living animals.' Strange name for something like that, but then when you actually ate one, maybe it was best not to call it 'living'... There was a slight shiver to run down his spine at that, until he made an interesting connection. He pinched at his skin then, an amused tone to his voice, "Guess I'm 'meat' now, too, huh?" Larger than what Pyry would eat, but still... and it was more amusing than scary! Especially considering it was about then that Pyry named the magnemite a friend, causing him to glance back to the boy in surprise. Was it really that easy to be able to call someone their friend? After the momentary shock, he laughed, "Promise?" That put any threatening presence that may have been felt from Escher or Pyry at bay.
It was about that moment that Emery remembered another saying that he heard before, 'We're only human.' Could that even be applied to the likes of them, the poké-children? There was some truthfulness to it, but it seemed so derogatory. "I think we all assume some things at some point, even if they're something small, even if they don't really change anything. Maybe you just make the small ones... or you're just really good at not assuming!" he snickered, remembering Pyry taking Emery as a thief at first. It was an easy mistake, but still one about jumping to conclusions, even quickly-remedied conclusions! He was quite happy to see that smile appear back on the snow child's face, "That's the spirit!"
He sure hoped the sight and smell of them and others like them would be enough to confuse full-pokémon, but he supposed that wasn't always going to be the case. "That would be nice. Who knows, maybe not all of them can connect one and one together," he shrugged. Emery had no need to fear any predators before, really, outside of certain humans, but even that wasn't the same sort of fear. He nodded when Pyry indicated the sharper degree of the sun, foreshadowing the fall of night, "Yeah, you're right, and you've got some distance to go..." Not to mention Emery still had to find some place to stay, but that was merely out of preference. Waving a hand as though to hurry the cryogonal along, Emery was hasty in his want to help out. There weren't any humans around that he could see at the moment, and he kind of wanted to keep it that way, even if it was only a matter of yards. "It was nice meeting you, Pyry! Hopefully the next time we can meet will be on better terms," he remarked.
Pyry: "I hear a lot of talk from Mister Escher, so it makes it so I know of a lot of others. I've only met a few on my own. A little Joltik...a Grovyle...a shiny Glaceon...you...." he gave a smile to Emery then. He himself hadn't met many people that didn't center around Escher himself.
There was a soft chuckle then. "Not really....you're not something to be killed and eaten. Not like wild animals and stuff." Well it was true! Emery was not food! The question of his words being a promise was met with a bright laugh and a nod. "I promise! You're my friend and Mister Escher wouldn't hurt you because you are."
He nodded his head then thinking the other was right that they all made assumptions, just in varying degrees. "I have no idea..the few others like us I've met could tell I was a pokemon, but that might be personal experiences talking. I really have no idea."
The edge of town was really close, ridiculously close really. He trudged the short distance and turned to wave to the other then. "Bye Mister Emmerich! It was nice meeting you! Next time I see you hopefully I'll have a meaning for your name!" he waved to the other and turned to start walking, his walk turning into a slight skip after a few steps.
Emery: There was no doubt about it, Pyry was definitely a strange kid. Strange and insanely kind. Emery supposed he didn't really have a foot to stand on in regards to the first part, but maybe both sides of the argument were the reason why the magnemite didn't find it necessary to push his luck when he had gotten hold of the bells. It was certainly the happiest he had been since striking out, that was for sure, and his smile was enough to attest to it as he waved the cryogonal-boy off, "Thanks! Be careful out there!"
He watched for a few moments longer -- just to make sure Pyry didn't trip or something -- before turning around and heading back into town. He was just about to scope out the place when his ears caught the familiar, if still rather new, sound of a bell. The boy's first instinct was to turn around, in case Pyry came back because he forgot something. Once he confirmed that that was clearly not the case, he tuned into the soft sound a bit more. Frowning, he hissed, "Wait a minute..." Dialing the radio's volume down completely, he aimed his magnetic abilities forward, only to be smacked in the palm of the hand with a trailing bell.
His eyes went wide, "You have got to be kidding me..."
Meeting a Firebird. (Pyry meets Moltres & receives a blessing)
Winter.
It was the best time of the year as far as Pyry was concerned. It was cold and snowy and it didn't leave him feeling hot and miserable. Though he had to admit ever since he'd stopped being less Pokemon and more humanized he handled the heat a lot better though he still had a huge preference to cold weather. It didn't leave him feeling sluggish and heavy like the hotter temperatures tended to do which was important to him. One couldn't enjoy life if one was miserable!
Today was a case of enjoying himself. He was being recalcitrant that day and had opted to not do any training. His first time disobeying what he'd been told to do. It was unusual for him to feel this rebellious but he went with it and instead of doing much of anything, found himself wandering aimlessly around the lake a short distance from his and Escher's home. The only reason they had the small body of water was from run off from melting snow and ice but it was a good source of water for the two of them in the end, so it was a welcome addition to their landscape.
After a bit of wandering he sprawled at the side of the water and half dozed. As he lay there he saw a bright spot coming over the mountain and he wondered what exactly it was. It wasn't until it started to get closer that he could see the flames and fire flickering on the bird coming at him and his eyes widened in fright.
"Moltres!"
The name was gasped as he scrambled to his feet looking for somewhere to hide. It was a legendary bird which was amazing...but the fact it was this particular one scared him near to death.
Diving for a clump of bushes that were mostly devoid of leaves he huddled in fear, hoping the bird would go soon. To his horror the bird instead landed near him and regarded him solemnly...and let out a loud cry that Pyry instinctively shied away from even though he understood there was no malice directed at him.
"Young poke-child...I've heard of the trials you have faced in your life. The loss of your family was a hard lesson, a terrible loss and I am sorry it happened. Especially in such a horrific way. I have been searching for you, for some time to convey my sorrows to you...and to apologize in a way for the acts of the fire pokemon responsible. It makes me feel responsible as well."
Pyry was still shuddering slightly, and Moltres couldn't blame him one bit honestly. Still the great bird pondered his next course of action before coming closer. "Be not afraid."
A wave of fire suddenly washed over the Cryogonal who looked like it had fallen over from fright...and Moltres stood there over the inert form of the boy, a soft keening noise from him. "A blessing upon you child. A way to remember that I am sorry for your loss. A sign to all you have been blessed by Moltres and are now under protection from me!"
Pyry was unable to answer Moltres who seemed to expect nothing to be said in return and merely took flight again. With a low groan Pyry's vision went dark the sound of the lake lapping quietly nearby.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 1:02 pm
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Pyry Pyry heard whispers… Mister Escher’s normal tones…and the softer tones of Miss Venka, but he didn’t let it draw him from his bed. He knew Miss Venka would vist every so often to see the Palkia that had taken him in and cared for him, and given how late it was he just stayed in his room, though he was hoping Emery was alright at this point, and didn’t become startled by the unfamiliar voices that were sliding along the walls of the place he called home. He listened hard, but didn’t hear anything from the room across from his that he’d put his friend in, and so curled up into his bed with a low yawn, the whispers fading as he drifted back into the arms of sleep.
So when he woke the next morning, he was shocked to see not that Escher and Venka were gone, but that wasn’t unexpected. What was, was the fact that when he looked out the cave it was an entirely unfamiliar scene to him. He didn’t know where they were, but it wasn’t the usual mountain side. It was…somewhere he had never seen, or been, and it left him more than a little worried about what was going on. Where had Escher gone, and why was their home like this? He knew that Escher kept their home in another plane, he’d explained it before but it was always connected to the main one. This was…not right.
He paced a little at the entrance, the orbs of light that were a part of him trailing around behind him, the only real illumination in this place just then. Pyry would have to start a fire he realized. It’d gone out. The idea frightened him deeply, but they would need it so it wouldn’t get too cold for Emmerich, and so food could be cooked and all. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He needed to get control of himself before his friend awoke, and panicked as well. The last thing he wanted was the Magnemite child to panic.
Emmerich Sleep had such a tight hold of the young magnemite that the swathes of darkness holding him under warped all of his senses when held in their clutches. In his exhaustion, it was difficult to find the will to shake it off, or to find the energy to take on what lie just above the surface, once he broke free. Despite no longer being held by the dangers of frostbite, he felt dull to the world around him. Even his head seemed quiet, for once, without the buzzing of static or the sting of scattered, broken thoughts like glass on the floor; his waking fears were all but nonexistent in this suspended world.
In the ignorance perpetuated by such a state, Emery only started becoming cognizant of the world outside his subconscious after his body was already warming up to the fact. With a twitch of his fingers, his awareness stirred and tried to focus, attempted to cross the line back to reality, as though physically nudged. Flinching slightly, his eyes adjusted to the room's ambiance by focusing on the hand that facilitated his current mental perception. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary there -- in fact, it was more ordinary than he remembered reality being for quite a while.
Pulling himself up on his elbows, he started scanning the walls around the room before his attention locked onto the fact that this was entirely unfamiliar. Jolting, he stiffened for a moment, frozen in place as he hastily tried to pull up any memory that might explain where he was now. He couldn't remember... where was he? What was he doing? Why couldn't he remember!?
In a panic, his fingers tightened around the blanket that had fallen from his shoulders. He slid his feet up to aid him in sitting upright, the comfort of the blanket pulled back around him. The boy leaned slightly, his head still trying to snap out of its grogginess while it sorted through all the visual stimuli. Something was telling him that things were terribly wrong. At the edge of his mind, there was some sort of familiarity, but it was out of reach, and becoming more so as the dread settled further in. Nothing in here looked dangerous, and it wasn't as though he were behind bars or anything, so what had him so on-edge?
Cautiously, he slid himself closer to the wall, not realizing until it was a little too late that he was actually on top of a bed. Fumbling for the sheets, his grip did little to prevent Emery from toppling over the side and landing with an unhampered thud. Well that didn't seem to help the vertigo and confusion at all...
