unkinder: (☆ to define me)
[After the excitement of the past week or so, Nagi had been ready to just head back to Mahogany and lose himself in mindless training, as you do. Because of this, he's taken a bit off guard by the fact that he's woken up this morning with his powers back. It's a shock but less of one than it could have been, since this has happened once before. It's a relief to feel the familiarity again, but at the same time leaves something of a bad taste in his mouth. He knows it isn't going to last, for one...but there are other reasons as well.

As such, he doesn't try to keep himself localized to one place, allowing the paths to take him to wherever they may. He would just go inside to wait it out, but this world's state dictates that he's not going to be able to stay put no matter how much he wants to. Getting to see the unusual Pokemon around is enough to keep him occupied at least, if he has to be out.

Anyone traveling on the routes trying very hard to get to somewhere may see two large space rocks circling each other- a shiny Lunatone and a Solrock, respectively- while Nagi observes them from a seat in the grass next to a tree nearby. They don't seem to be fighting or anything, rather making curious noises at each other since the Solrock literally just poofed into their midst with no rhyme or reason. These Pokemon can't talk, but their body language (if you can call it that) is the definition of ????????

But after a while the two seem to grow acquainted enough with one another that the Solrock initiates some playtime by lifting a small rock from the ground using Psychic and tossing it the Lunatone's way. So now there are two space rocks tossing a slightly smaller rock between each other. Every so often the rock will be thrown too high or too low and skip in Nagi's direction, only to be tossed right back. With how they turn to face him when that happens, it looks like one or the other are just bringing it back by their own volition, when it's actually giving Nagi a chance to use his abilities while still being discreet about it.]
unkinder: (☆ waiting for an answer I don't know)
[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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