[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

Nathan shrugs.

"Maybe he will.  Maybe not.  We'll see.  Not all Charizard are noble by nature, even among Creshire's distant nobility."

That comment on 'Nathan's way with pokemon'...it kinda rings a bell for Nathan...like that comparison had been made already...Kirlia looks a little worried for a moment...

...he shrugs it off, though, looking kinda sheepish at the compliment.  Kirlia lets out a quiet sigh of relief.

"...I don't know about that...I mean, I'm just doing what I think makes the most sense to do, really...we share the world with them, they assist us with what we need to do...it makes me wonder what it was like when Pokemon Trainers didn't exist...back when the Swords of Justice closed themselves off from humanity...and I also wonder what it'd be like to truly be one with pokemon, to achieve a deeper understanding of them..."

...that last statement has a couple veiled implications, actually.  Nathan is actually in the process of finding out himself right now, though it is through special circumstances and is a bit...wildly uncontrollable potentially.  And there is one person that Nathan knows has truly achieved that deeper understanding...and he shouldn't really have to say who.

"...well, I don't know why you wanted to talk in...my room, but...I guess that...works...so, I guess let's...head there now..."

Music: Sadness - Pokemon XD: Gale of Darkness (Alright, let's try this again...I really do like the atmosphere this song has.  Fits well with what I'm envisioning currently...)

There's a slight nervousness that's definitely a bit more apparent now, but nothing unmanageable since he's spent some time dedicated to calming down.  Nathan isn't sure if he really is ready for this...but he needs to know a few things...this gap in his memories is bothering him more than his reluctance to hear what happened...

Since I didn't describe it when Shiva entered it earlier, the room is tidy.  Neat.  No personal belongings sitting around.  Nathan sets his bag in a corner, and that's about all the temporary decoration the room gets from him.  Everything he carries around is in that bag (which is actually surprisingly heavy thanks to his super duper thick journal).  No window in this room.  Helps block out some of the city noise.  Some of the writing utensils on the desk are not in the pencil holder, but they're lined up neatly, ready to be used.

Kirlia and Nathan sit on one of the beds in the room, perfectly in sync when they do so.  Kirlia makes absolutely sure that Nathan is at least somewhat between him and Ventus though, just in case...

"...well, find a seat, I guess..."

There's the desk's chair, the other bed, the floor...

Ventus just gives a *Hmmmmm* in response to their non-commitle stance on his Charmeleon's future, and leaves it at that. 'The boy should really give and take more credit to himself than he does, at least in the fields he excels in. It would do his self confidence issues a world of good, but that's not the matter I'm focusing on tonight.....'

His offhand comment about the Unovian SwordPokemon's and the topic of the bond between Pokémon and man did catch the researcher's attention, especially that tail end of the comment reminded him of someone he utterly loathed with all his being: 'N Harmonica.............that lucky, foolish bastard.'

They didn't let his sudden irritation over the allusion spill over into his openly broadcastable emotions or intrude to deeply in his thoughts, though, nor did he let it color his physical expression or his response, though; he had better control over that grudge of his.

"You are still doing better than most other Trainers by simply following you intuition and emotional core in my experience, Nathan, so I wouldn't doubt your own talents. .....Human and Pokémon have always been together in some form or another throughout the ages, so I imagine that both interacted similarly to how it is in the present, albeit with distinct difference imposed by the era they live in. I would not assume exactly why the Swords distanced themselves from my people, but I would think both them and humanity had ample reason for acting the way they did. At least, so I hope. "

"......To be one with a Pokémon is to simply understand them as they do you, and vice versa. No unique traits like my empathy is necessary to achieve this; one only need to strive toward that simple yet challenging goal. My brother achieved it with years of tireless work and bonding with his Alakazam and encourage the same from them, and I seek to obtain it not only for my own Pokémon, but for the rest of the world as well. Its one of the reasons why I became a Pokémon Researcher and Sociologist, and I do hope one day that my own Insights and research can help everyone become that much closer to them......."

(...)

".......I suppose now is the time for that, hmm? You'll find out why in short time, Nathan, so be patient with my requests for now."

*In Nathan's Room!*

The researcher took note about how Spartan and orderly hthe boy keep the state of his room, which was in stark contrast to the way Shiva's predilection towards festooning her room with her wiccan and homely comforts (Which he just learned to accept as another aspect of her fae like nature), but choose not to comment on it. How one kept their inner sanctum spoke loudly as to who they were, but it was not his place to offer judgement on such things. If it were not for his blessed friend, his room would look much the same as this in fact.

When Nathan and Kirlia did their synchronized sitting ('Or should a say Traced , rather?') , he did raise an eyebrow at that, though it was mostly directed towards the psychic dancer, as its attempt to act as a sort of interference was blatently apparent to the empath. 'I'm not going to hurt your life partner, Kirlia, nor would I like to give him anymore reason to dread this upcoming conversation, so please......' he thought, both to himself and at them, before he walked forward and elected to take a seat on the other side of the boy that Kirlia was not occupying on the bed. He wanted to keep this personable and non-intimidating, nor give them any reminders of the way their last 'discussion' was conducted, so right beside him he goes!

Ventus then flicked his wrist, and out came an stick of his lavender incense, which he then offered to the boy to their probably surprise.

"Care for one, Nate? Smoking usually isn't something I endorse, but just this once make the offer, as these do help greatly in calming the nerves. I could also release Raphael if you wish for addition comfort, or Apsis if you want another friendly face instead."

Peaceful Silence......for now.