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swiftasacoursingkawa) wrote2021-11-11 01:29 pm
swiftasacoursingkawa) wrote2021-11-11 01:29 pm
[azume] post-game unovadventures part 2
oh boy more unovadventures snippets
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“Everyone, I end my words here today by imploring you to consider the relationship between people and Pokemon...and the correct way to proceed. We sincerely appreciate your attention.” The old man in the strange robe walked off, while all the people in...knight cosplay?...neatly organized themselves into two lines, following after him in an orderly fashion that felt almost unnatural. Almost like the contents of that man’s speech.
Whatever Hilbert was expecting to see in Accumula Town on arrival, a man in strange dual-colored robes proselytizing about the separation of man and Pokemon wasn’t it. The whole sight felt out of place in such a small, bustling town, and it left the people around him feeling...off, somehow.
“What a weird person,” sniffed Cheren, clearly not impressed by the contents of that man’s speech. “This...Team Plasma, was it? They don’t really seem like they’re all there. Separating people and Pokemon? Who would actually agree to something like that?”
The Snivy at his feet put its nose up in an expression that was far too similar to its trainer, clearly sharing the same thoughts. And Hilbert didn’t need to look down at the Oshawott in his arms, either: the soft chirruping noise it made, warm and content as it snuggled in his arms, was enough. He squeezed it a little harder in return, earning a happy squeak from his companion.
“Your Pokemon, it was saying-”
What the hell.
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If listening in on that presentation was strange, the encounter with the tall green-haired man was just weird. Nevermind the whole “being able to speak to Pokemon” thing, but the way he spoke, words tumbling out far too quickly for his mouth to keep up with, rambling on without a care for what the other person was thinking....
He was a strange person, but not a bad one, Hilbert thought. Cheren was more suspicious, but Hilbert was the one who’d actually battled him. The Purrloin he’d fought with...they hadn’t known this N person long, but they thought of him as a friend. As one of them. He could tell by how fiercely they’d scratched out; his Oshawott was still whining over the marks left on its face. Nothing that a visit to the Pokemon Center or even a Potion couldn’t sort out, honestly, but it was still something to notice. And they weren’t far from the Pokemon Center either, so it wasn’t like Hilbert couldn’t get one last checkup before leaving Accumula Town.
The Center doors were visible right from where they were standing, actually, so Cheren and Hilbert both decided to stop by for one last supply round. Heading back there netted them an encounter with another familiar face: Sena was over by the Center doors, glancing over where Team Plasma had had their small rally with thoughtful eyes. He didn’t seem to notice their approach, not until Cheren hailed him down.
“...Ah! You two!” Sena laughed, light and easy like he’d never been lost in thought. His smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes, which still had that same expression from before, when he’d spoken about his journey. Once again, Hilbert found himself wondering just what kind of things the older (ex?)trainer had seen on his journeys, whether Hilbert would see anything like it. Whether he’d be able to look at the world with those same thoughtful eyes of someone who’d had a life-changing experience. Hilbert wondered what he saw in that rally. He didn’t have to wonder for long.
“So, you were listening to that nonsense, too?” Cheren demanded, having noticed just where Sena was staring. “Don’t tell me you actually believe that stuff?”
“Hm?” Sena’s response was a little absentminded, like he hadn’t completely heard what Cheren said. On seeing Cheren’s incredulous expression, he blinked, before his smile shrunk into something more sheepish. “Not...exactly?”
“What.” Cheren deadpanned, clearly not sure what to make of such an ambiguous answer. It really wasn’t helpful. “You mean you actually think there’s some merit to what those crazy people are saying?”
“I wouldn’t call them crazy…” Sena scratched at his cheek, eyebrows crinkling in thought. “But they seem passionate. It means that they’ve seen some things that convince them that what they’re doing is right. What kind of things do you think they could have seen, to make them think that people and Pokemon are better off apart?”
Cheren looked a little dumbfounded by the roundabout answer, and Hilbert himself pondered over the direction he’d taken the conversation. Not wondering about whether Team Plasma was wrong or right...but about how those people had come to their own thoughts? Like he was trying to understand these random people he’d just seen?
“I’ve seen some things,” Sena continued, oblivious to Hilbert and Cheren’s confusion. “The things people can do to Pokemon, hurt them...it’s not many people, but sometimes only a few people is all it takes for something to go…” He hesitated, biting his lip, clearly struggling for words. “...wrong.”
“Wrong?” Cheren asked, unsatisfied with the vague description.
“Wrong.” The response was firm, very much unlike before. Like he’d drawn an invisible line in the sand, refusing to let them cross any further. Whatever Sena had seen, he wasn’t willing to talk about it with a pair of newbie trainers.
“So you agree with them? With that Team Plasma?”
“No.”
“No?!” For someone who seemed annoyed at Team Plasma, Cheren seemed terribly offended that Sena was expressing disagreement. Apparently, the answer wasn’t what he expected. “But you said-you called them passionate, that you saw-”
“I mean, I can understand where they’re coming from. But just because I understand doesn’t mean I have to agree with them, right?” Sena laughed lightly, looking far too cheerful for such a strange conversation. “I mean, I haven’t been here long, so maybe it’s not my place to speak like some experienced world traveller or something. But I think that...the fact that people and Pokemon can meet the way they do, connect with each other, live together, chase their dreams...isn’t that something great? Isn’t it one of the most important things in this world? Isn’t that what makes the Pokemon World so special? A world where people and Pokemon are separated...that’d be like a world without spirit, don’t you think?”
Cheren and Hilbert both blinked, staring at the sudden heartfelt deluge of words. What a strange way of looking at the world, thinking of it on such a grand scale. It wasn’t something that they could envision, having spent all their lives in the small Nuvema Town. Was this the kind of vision they could gain from travelling across the region? Sena couldn’t be that much older than them, if he was just enrolling into college, so what could he have seen to make him speak this way? It wasn’t a sentiment they could completely grasp, not when they’d only just gotten their first partner, when they’d just barely started to live together with their own Pokemon.
Besides, Pokemon and people being together was something normal, wasn’t it? It had always been this way, it wasn’t something that warranted that much close thought, that much reverence. Wasn’t it?
What did he mean, “a world without spirit?”
At their continued silence, Sena gave another one of his nervous laughs, scratching his cheek.
“Maybe I said too much…” He shrugged, moving to walk off. “I won’t keep you any longer, or this’ll start being a bad habit! Have fun on your journey, and…” Sena hesitated, looking like he was unsure of what he wanted to say next. He spent a few seconds chewing over his words, before deciding to continue, mouth set in a hesitant smile.
“Be careful, yeah?”
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[a/n] sena really hopes the Bad Vibes(TM) he's getting off team plasma dont mean anything, but he's being overly optimistic lmao
maybe sena will actually get to meet n next snippet
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“Everyone, I end my words here today by imploring you to consider the relationship between people and Pokemon...and the correct way to proceed. We sincerely appreciate your attention.” The old man in the strange robe walked off, while all the people in...knight cosplay?...neatly organized themselves into two lines, following after him in an orderly fashion that felt almost unnatural. Almost like the contents of that man’s speech.
Whatever Hilbert was expecting to see in Accumula Town on arrival, a man in strange dual-colored robes proselytizing about the separation of man and Pokemon wasn’t it. The whole sight felt out of place in such a small, bustling town, and it left the people around him feeling...off, somehow.
“What a weird person,” sniffed Cheren, clearly not impressed by the contents of that man’s speech. “This...Team Plasma, was it? They don’t really seem like they’re all there. Separating people and Pokemon? Who would actually agree to something like that?”
The Snivy at his feet put its nose up in an expression that was far too similar to its trainer, clearly sharing the same thoughts. And Hilbert didn’t need to look down at the Oshawott in his arms, either: the soft chirruping noise it made, warm and content as it snuggled in his arms, was enough. He squeezed it a little harder in return, earning a happy squeak from his companion.
“Your Pokemon, it was saying-”
What the hell.
---
If listening in on that presentation was strange, the encounter with the tall green-haired man was just weird. Nevermind the whole “being able to speak to Pokemon” thing, but the way he spoke, words tumbling out far too quickly for his mouth to keep up with, rambling on without a care for what the other person was thinking....
He was a strange person, but not a bad one, Hilbert thought. Cheren was more suspicious, but Hilbert was the one who’d actually battled him. The Purrloin he’d fought with...they hadn’t known this N person long, but they thought of him as a friend. As one of them. He could tell by how fiercely they’d scratched out; his Oshawott was still whining over the marks left on its face. Nothing that a visit to the Pokemon Center or even a Potion couldn’t sort out, honestly, but it was still something to notice. And they weren’t far from the Pokemon Center either, so it wasn’t like Hilbert couldn’t get one last checkup before leaving Accumula Town.
The Center doors were visible right from where they were standing, actually, so Cheren and Hilbert both decided to stop by for one last supply round. Heading back there netted them an encounter with another familiar face: Sena was over by the Center doors, glancing over where Team Plasma had had their small rally with thoughtful eyes. He didn’t seem to notice their approach, not until Cheren hailed him down.
“...Ah! You two!” Sena laughed, light and easy like he’d never been lost in thought. His smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes, which still had that same expression from before, when he’d spoken about his journey. Once again, Hilbert found himself wondering just what kind of things the older (ex?)trainer had seen on his journeys, whether Hilbert would see anything like it. Whether he’d be able to look at the world with those same thoughtful eyes of someone who’d had a life-changing experience. Hilbert wondered what he saw in that rally. He didn’t have to wonder for long.
“So, you were listening to that nonsense, too?” Cheren demanded, having noticed just where Sena was staring. “Don’t tell me you actually believe that stuff?”
“Hm?” Sena’s response was a little absentminded, like he hadn’t completely heard what Cheren said. On seeing Cheren’s incredulous expression, he blinked, before his smile shrunk into something more sheepish. “Not...exactly?”
“What.” Cheren deadpanned, clearly not sure what to make of such an ambiguous answer. It really wasn’t helpful. “You mean you actually think there’s some merit to what those crazy people are saying?”
“I wouldn’t call them crazy…” Sena scratched at his cheek, eyebrows crinkling in thought. “But they seem passionate. It means that they’ve seen some things that convince them that what they’re doing is right. What kind of things do you think they could have seen, to make them think that people and Pokemon are better off apart?”
Cheren looked a little dumbfounded by the roundabout answer, and Hilbert himself pondered over the direction he’d taken the conversation. Not wondering about whether Team Plasma was wrong or right...but about how those people had come to their own thoughts? Like he was trying to understand these random people he’d just seen?
“I’ve seen some things,” Sena continued, oblivious to Hilbert and Cheren’s confusion. “The things people can do to Pokemon, hurt them...it’s not many people, but sometimes only a few people is all it takes for something to go…” He hesitated, biting his lip, clearly struggling for words. “...wrong.”
“Wrong?” Cheren asked, unsatisfied with the vague description.
“Wrong.” The response was firm, very much unlike before. Like he’d drawn an invisible line in the sand, refusing to let them cross any further. Whatever Sena had seen, he wasn’t willing to talk about it with a pair of newbie trainers.
“So you agree with them? With that Team Plasma?”
“No.”
“No?!” For someone who seemed annoyed at Team Plasma, Cheren seemed terribly offended that Sena was expressing disagreement. Apparently, the answer wasn’t what he expected. “But you said-you called them passionate, that you saw-”
“I mean, I can understand where they’re coming from. But just because I understand doesn’t mean I have to agree with them, right?” Sena laughed lightly, looking far too cheerful for such a strange conversation. “I mean, I haven’t been here long, so maybe it’s not my place to speak like some experienced world traveller or something. But I think that...the fact that people and Pokemon can meet the way they do, connect with each other, live together, chase their dreams...isn’t that something great? Isn’t it one of the most important things in this world? Isn’t that what makes the Pokemon World so special? A world where people and Pokemon are separated...that’d be like a world without spirit, don’t you think?”
Cheren and Hilbert both blinked, staring at the sudden heartfelt deluge of words. What a strange way of looking at the world, thinking of it on such a grand scale. It wasn’t something that they could envision, having spent all their lives in the small Nuvema Town. Was this the kind of vision they could gain from travelling across the region? Sena couldn’t be that much older than them, if he was just enrolling into college, so what could he have seen to make him speak this way? It wasn’t a sentiment they could completely grasp, not when they’d only just gotten their first partner, when they’d just barely started to live together with their own Pokemon.
Besides, Pokemon and people being together was something normal, wasn’t it? It had always been this way, it wasn’t something that warranted that much close thought, that much reverence. Wasn’t it?
What did he mean, “a world without spirit?”
At their continued silence, Sena gave another one of his nervous laughs, scratching his cheek.
“Maybe I said too much…” He shrugged, moving to walk off. “I won’t keep you any longer, or this’ll start being a bad habit! Have fun on your journey, and…” Sena hesitated, looking like he was unsure of what he wanted to say next. He spent a few seconds chewing over his words, before deciding to continue, mouth set in a hesitant smile.
“Be careful, yeah?”
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[a/n] sena really hopes the Bad Vibes(TM) he's getting off team plasma dont mean anything, but he's being overly optimistic lmao
maybe sena will actually get to meet n next snippet