[And while Neku can't understand the pokemon either, he can kinda tell Sota is talking about him. He's had some time to rest so maybe...?
After a few moments Sota's shadow shifts and... glowing red eyes peek out, eventually pulling away and solidifying into a humanoid form. Neku wavers there for a moment before finally gaining some color and mass. All purple and orange, hovering above the ground]
[Kodo could sense Neku, but she couldn't actually determine his location. When he materializes, she hovers a bit closer. Nagi, meanwhile, jerks back, his hand still...sortof stuck to the concrete. The rest of the lower half of his body seems to have just become one giant mass, but the longer he sits there the more he's able to move, slowly pulling a second arm free.
Then, he talks.]
N~e...ku...?
[It sounds exactly like someone trying to talk through a mouth full of chewing gum.]
[In response, Nagi lifts a giant hand to reach for Neku floating in front of him, streeetching...only to have it plop back to the ground and splatter there for a moment before oozing back into shape.]
[As he talks, Nagi tries to stand for a second time. It's anyone's guess how he got out of the apartment (he may have just rolled out the door), but he seems to be getting a little more control over his "limbs". His other arm finally rips from his torso, blunt fingers sticking out like the appendages of an amoeba.
Once that's done he tries to focus on his legs, pulling until they too split apart, leaving a huge mass behind him that...might be a tail? But in this state, it's at least a bit easier to decipher what Pokemon he resembles.
[He thought of that, but for some reason it hasn't come to him yet. Maybe his body is a little too overloaded with trying to make sense of all of the goo he's lugging around.
For now, it's all he can do to wobble to his 'feet', which happen to be nothing more than piles of goo in their own right that mesh with the ground where he stands.]
[Neku hums softly, a tuneless sound that should be rather discordant but has a strange comforting air to it. He keeps his not-really hand on his friend, trying his best to keep him steady as he finds his... feet]
[He seems a lot less unsure about his footing now, even though his feet aren't even really there. He figures he should be more freaked out about this, but...this is the world of Pokemon, and a lot of things have happened. This is just another new- if very unfortunate- thing to have to deal with.
It takes him a minute, but once he's actually calmed down and not struggling, his body seems to hold its shape better.]
[He gives a sort of noncommittal grunt in response as Kodo turns to face Sota. Her expression remains steady and unchanging, though her voice betrays her concern.]
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...where is Neku?
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He's... here.
[And while Neku can't understand the pokemon either, he can kinda tell Sota is talking about him. He's had some time to rest so maybe...?
After a few moments Sota's shadow shifts and... glowing red eyes peek out, eventually pulling away and solidifying into a humanoid form. Neku wavers there for a moment before finally gaining some color and mass. All purple and orange, hovering above the ground]
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Then, he talks.]
N~e...ku...?
[It sounds exactly like someone trying to talk through a mouth full of chewing gum.]
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You... look like shit.
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...I don't really... look any better.
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Once that's done he tries to focus on his legs, pulling until they too split apart, leaving a huge mass behind him that...might be a tail? But in this state, it's at least a bit easier to decipher what Pokemon he resembles.
And he absolutely hates it.]
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[He reaches out with his... hand(?) and places on his friend, sticking a little but trying to be comforting regardless]
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D...on't li~ke it. Can't move.
[Or, he can't move well.]
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Can you float?
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[He thought of that, but for some reason it hasn't come to him yet. Maybe his body is a little too overloaded with trying to make sense of all of the goo he's lugging around.
For now, it's all he can do to wobble to his 'feet', which happen to be nothing more than piles of goo in their own right that mesh with the ground where he stands.]
...ma-ybe.
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It takes him a minute, but once he's actually calmed down and not struggling, his body seems to hold its shape better.]
...w..hat...a~re you.
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Other then... not having feet.
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What should we do?