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☆ 001 | Goldenrod City | Action
[A figure awakens with a start, the world blurry and unintelligible in the gloom as he- for a brief moment of panic- expects to feel the weight of thousands of pounds of rubble crushing him. A sharp gasp of air proves to him that he's not underwater either, at least, so where....
...
He blinks hard a few more times before he can fully make out the image of a Pikachu perched on his chest, nose just inches from his and twitching curiously as it sniffs him, red cheeks glowing and forming a very strange picture for Nagi to be looking at, even with the room being otherwise fairly illuminated.
And with that he's suddenly sitting up and now he's on his feet, effectively causing the Pikachu to tumble off of him and onto the bed with a dull squeak of surprise. He gives the room a quick once over, realizing after a moment that his breathing has grown erratic to the point where it's making his chest hurt, and he has to make a conscious effort to calm himself down to take stock of where he is. His gaze falls onto a Pokéball lying on a table nearby, sitting minimized next to a PokéGear. He doesn't make a move for either, instead just staring at them for a long moment before stiffening when he feels something brush up against his side.
Nagi abandons the objects and sudden Pikachu besides, turning quickly on his heel to make for the exit. If anyone happens to be around the base he ignores them in favor of getting out of this unfamiliar building, out to something that he might be able to pick out as fami-
...oh. That's music he's hearing, familiar but distant, and no less burned into his brain from who knows how many hours of mind-numbing game play. Eventually Nagi wanders from the building altogether, not exactly right out in the open, but not in the shadows between buildings either. He's lost and confused more than anything, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides in the attempt to keep himself focused and together enough to try to think. This has to be a dream, there's no way this could be possible, and yet there's that damn Pikachu chasing him for all it's worth, every bound punctuated with a soft Pi, Pi, Pi.
Nagi stops walking, turning his gaze up to the Pokémon Center he's somehow ended up near. Get yourself lost in a town, first thing you do is look for that red roof. Over his shoulder, a Game Corner, as well as the Pikachu that has planted itself at Nagi's feet, panting a little to catch a breath before unceremoniously grabbing Nagi's pant-leg and scaling him, up and up until he's perched on his shoulder. He ignores it in favor of....well, just staring up at that building, looking a whole heck of a lot like he's forgotten how to breathe for the moment.]
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He blinks hard a few more times before he can fully make out the image of a Pikachu perched on his chest, nose just inches from his and twitching curiously as it sniffs him, red cheeks glowing and forming a very strange picture for Nagi to be looking at, even with the room being otherwise fairly illuminated.
And with that he's suddenly sitting up and now he's on his feet, effectively causing the Pikachu to tumble off of him and onto the bed with a dull squeak of surprise. He gives the room a quick once over, realizing after a moment that his breathing has grown erratic to the point where it's making his chest hurt, and he has to make a conscious effort to calm himself down to take stock of where he is. His gaze falls onto a Pokéball lying on a table nearby, sitting minimized next to a PokéGear. He doesn't make a move for either, instead just staring at them for a long moment before stiffening when he feels something brush up against his side.
Nagi abandons the objects and sudden Pikachu besides, turning quickly on his heel to make for the exit. If anyone happens to be around the base he ignores them in favor of getting out of this unfamiliar building, out to something that he might be able to pick out as fami-
...oh. That's music he's hearing, familiar but distant, and no less burned into his brain from who knows how many hours of mind-numbing game play. Eventually Nagi wanders from the building altogether, not exactly right out in the open, but not in the shadows between buildings either. He's lost and confused more than anything, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides in the attempt to keep himself focused and together enough to try to think. This has to be a dream, there's no way this could be possible, and yet there's that damn Pikachu chasing him for all it's worth, every bound punctuated with a soft Pi, Pi, Pi.
Nagi stops walking, turning his gaze up to the Pokémon Center he's somehow ended up near. Get yourself lost in a town, first thing you do is look for that red roof. Over his shoulder, a Game Corner, as well as the Pikachu that has planted itself at Nagi's feet, panting a little to catch a breath before unceremoniously grabbing Nagi's pant-leg and scaling him, up and up until he's perched on his shoulder. He ignores it in favor of....well, just staring up at that building, looking a whole heck of a lot like he's forgotten how to breathe for the moment.]
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There's a stadium here. I've heard you can go in during the day and watch teams practice, though I've never gone.
On some Sundays, there are usually games. I've been to a couple of them. In a place like this, you'd think people would only care about their Pokemon, but not all the events involve them.
Strange place, this city. This entire region, really.
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But anyway.]
..This region. ...Johto. Corret?
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That's right.
It's easy enough to get to Kanto, though the train ticket is rather expensive.
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[Not so much about the ticket, but moreso the fact that....well, Kanto isn't here.]
Kanto and Johto are the only regions?
[...Please tell him they're the only regions.]
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I don't know. If there are others, I haven't heard of any of them.
It seems odd for it just to be the two, though.
[Sorry, Nagi. He's from the 1960s. He has no idea about a certain video game series with colorful battle monsters.]
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It's more peculiar that there happens to be more than one.
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That is an odd thing to say.
He has trouble hiding his surprise.]
Most countries have more than one region to them. America with its states and territories, Russia with its oblasts, Japan with its prefectures-- the list goes on.
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[Or were the elemental battle monsters not your first clue.]
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Considering the sheer amount of people from other worlds here, I haven't given it much thought. The year is different where I'm from as well. I assumed it works on a different set of rules, nothing more.
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Tell me what year you are from.
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[Which would explain his lack of Pokemon knowledge.]
I've met people from further back than that. There's a man here from 1915. I don't know if anyone is from farther back than that, but it wouldn't surprise me.
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Or Team Rocket grunt, for that matter.]
What year is it here, then?
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Look at your calender.
It's 2014.
[His tone isn't quite sympathy, but it's about as close as Ocelot can get.]
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Quite a few years into the future from where I'm from.
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If there's a connection between all of us, I've yet to learn about it.
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But it doesn't matter, if nobody knows how it happens to begin with.