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Oh hello Luceti

Who: Ingo and Emmet
What: Emmet's arrival
When: Sep. 5th, 5pm
Where: Edge of the village
Summary: Of course Ingo is the first person to find his twin brother!
Rating: G/PG? Harmless

[Emmet was a bit startled to wake up dressed only in white pants! It had taken him quite some time to locate his clothes, finding his normal clothes folded neatly on a rock, with his hat and jacket hung on a tree branch. Removing the cotton pants, he started to dress himself in his proper clothing, though his new wing attachments were a bit too sore for the heavy jacket. Still, he put his hat on, carrying his jacket over his arm.

He starts to explore Luceti, noticing that there was a fair number of people that looked just as lost as he did. Still, he didn't panic! There was no point in panicking. He'd just ask where the train station was and ride on out.]

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[Though the Kin'corans had gone home a few days ago (whether willingly or unwillingly), Ingo was still feeling the effects of it. His poor depot agent-- Jackie... Ingo had tried, really, to keep him from the droids, but it just landed Ingo with some mild injuries and a sense of failure. His employee had been depending on him...

He was returning from the village with Chandelure in tow, thinking about the incident of the past week. He didn't look up from his shoes, however, until Chandelure emitted a screech and raced past him towards Emmet, chattering unintelligible ghostlike utterances the entire way.

Wait. The hat. His coat-- That's-- no-- but it's--...]

[Well well well! That's a familiar screeching! Emmet beams, looking immediately more relieved!]

Chandelure! You and Ingo are here, too? Where is he, girl?

[That's his voice. And his smile. He's right there. He's right there. Emmet is right there--

Screw it, Chandelure had the right idea. Ingo's running for Emmet, heedless of dignity or grace or even the fact that his voice came out strangled when he tried to yell Emmet's name.]

[He catches the sound of Ingo's voice, though he's a little surprised at how strangled it sounds. He holds his arms open and catches his brother in a hug, laughing a bit.]

Ingo! Hey, calm down, it's okay!

[Ingo holds Emmet as tightly as he can. He doesn't say anything-- he doesn't have a handle on his voice just yet-- but he's definitely shaking. Chandelure cries and coos by turns, floating worriedly nearby.

After a few moments Ingo pulls away from him just enough to place his hands on Emmet's face, to make sure he's really, really there (he is) before he wraps his arms around Emmet again.

(It is absolutely not okay! Do you know how long it's been?!)]

[He doesn't, he has no idea how long it's been! He just saw you before he fell asleep, after all. Emmet laughs a bit, careful not to touch Ingo's wings since his are so sensitive and he can only assume that Ingo's are also sore.]

Did something happen? Everything's okay! We'll find our way out, don't be so upset.

[He shakes his head. No, no-- as reassuring as hearing Emmet's voice is-- that's not right.]

I haven't-- [A pause, as he fights to control his speech. (He'll hold Emmet's hands, next.)] --I haven't seen you. You weren't... I've been... . . .

...I arrived at this station months ago. Eight months. [He counted.]

[Eight months? That can't be right.]

I saw you just last night, Ingo.

[He's uncharacteristically quiet, as he mulls this over.]

...Was I comatose, somehow? But I woke up in a forest.

It is... part of the workings here. [Another shake of his head; he begins a brief, careful explanation, using subway metaphors to remain in a more comforting, familiar realm (perhaps more for his own sake than his brother's).] This place-- "Luceti"-- is an entirely different and separate station from home. It operates on its own schedule and takes cars from other stations and subway systems.

One could be here for years [Like Silver, or Gold--] and then return to the same point in the line they arrived from.

[Emmet's a tough guy, and is able to handle bad news much better than Ingo. As he listens, he holds onto Ingo's hands, rubbing the backs of Ingo's hands with his thumbs to help keep his brother collected.

For years, someone could be trapped here, and not a minute passes by in the "real" world. And that means that while Emmet was just fine, and had Ingo with him not 24 hours before, Ingo was not. Ingo had been here, all by himself, for eight months. The better part of a year, all alone.]

... I'm sorry.

[Even if he had no ability to affect that situation, even if he had no say, he was incredibly regretful that Ingo was left behind.]

I'm here now. So we can wait to board for our destination together. I'm sorry I made you wait, Ingo.

[Yes... Emmet's here now, everything will be better, it's light at the end of the tunnel.

...If only being so optimistic was one of Ingo's stronger points.]

...You shouldn't have to be here. It's dangerous. [Too dangerous to ensure that he can protect Emmet from it. Really, Ingo feels selfish for being upset that he was alone.] ...But it could be worse. There's another closed-off station you could have ended up at instead-- we could have been trapped and separated... [So that's-- that's a bright side. But his depot agent-- "Boss Ingo, I want to stay here with you. I won't go back there."]

... ... [He grips Emmet's hands tightly, so tightly.]

[Emmet frees a hand to pat his brother on the shoulder, giving him a little wobble to try and knock that bad mood off balance.]

But I didn't! I'm behind schedule, but of course I'd be here with you, Ingo. My train was just delayed - it would have always been the same destination!

[Even if that's not necessarily true, Emmet sure seems to believe in that.]

And everything's dangerous. So you follow the rules! Safety first.

[Ah... Emmet's very convincing, at least for Ingo, and that's enough. The sudden shoulder pat startles him, a little-- it's been a while since someone's done that to him. But it has the intended effect. He missed Emmet-mannerisms...]

...Right. [Of course. He just got here, too-- so maybe he's safe from too much, for a time. Worry about that later.]

I... [His expression becomes less stricken; slowly but surely, he's on the path to recovery (and a possible smile).] I'm glad we're a two-car train again.

Of course!

[Emmet grins, like there's no trouble in the world. And as far as Emmet's concerned, as long as Ingo's with him, he's invincible anyway.]

C'mon! Show me around, this place is cool!

[Irrepressible as always. Well, they're close enough to the village...] All right. This way, first.

[Emmet has to hold his hand, though. He'll get less clingy by degrees the more time goes on, but for now.... none of that. Physical contact makes for great reassurance of your existence!]

[Emmet certainly doesn't mind! He has to juggle his jacket some, oh hey chandelure can you be a bro and carry this jacket that'd be awesome]

Oh, did you find a place to live? At least this place looks like it's got space.

[It would be his utmost pleasure to, Emmet. He will certainly be a bro.]

Mm. An apartment. [With Emmet around it'll be way happier... oh, and they'll have to get another chair so that Emmet AND Silver can sit down. uh while you were gone ingo kind of acquired a not-son sorry(??) emmet] We share a kitchen with one of the Striaton leaders-- Cilan.

[Aww, Emmet will gladly be the not-father to your not-son, Mr. not-mom!]

Cilan! I haven't really met him. He's the tea guy?

[Yayyyy, not-family!]

That's correct. [...Oh, yeah--] However, he knows us better than we do him. Ah... something about parallel tracks... [different universes.... poor Cilan.]

He also knows a good deal about subways. I enjoy his company.

[Parallel tracks...? --Wait]

...Ingo! Did you make friends here, all by yourself?

[It HAS been eight months, Emmet, and Ingo is a big boy geez!]

Ah-- [dsfhjsfd] Well... yes. Yes, I suppose you could say it like that.

[it took him like two months but dgfs BE PROUD OF HIM EMMET]

Good! That's good! Ingo, that's good, I knew you could!

[Wow that praise is embarrassing. Ingo looks down, a little flustered, but he smiles a bit despite himself because goddammit this is Emmet. It's been too long since he heard this kind of thing.]

Yes. ... [A-ahahah still embarrassing.] You'll meet them shortly, I'm sure. Most of them live near our [not just "his" anymore!] apartment.

Yes! I want to meet Ingo's friends!

[Grin, grin! Emmet is shameless as usual, but though he's enthused, he's at least not shouting at the top of his lungs.]

We'll get there!

Mm. [He nods-- squeezes Emmet's hand again to reassure himself-- then gestures towards the buildings they begun to approach as they crossed a bridge.]

This is close to the midst of the village-- most shopping and such goes on here, naturally. ...Ah, do you have your Pokemon with you, perchance? [They could swing by the item shop and see if his pokeballs are there...]

No, I don't. Are they safe?

[Emmet held onto Ingo's hand, smiling despite the realization of oh no, my Pokémon could be trapped here, too!]

They should be unharmed, yes, if perhaps running loose. We can at the very least retrieve their Pokeballs. [There aren't wild Pokemon to contend with, so they should be fine in that respect.] I personally found my own right away-- save for Chandelure [who wandered away on his own gdi], but some Trainers have had to search, upon arrival. They have all been located successfully, as far as my knowledge goes-- however, only three of any given Trainer's team will arrive, it seems.

Only three? Does that mean the rest are still safe at home?

If they aren't here, I'd say it's safe to assume yes. [Which is a good thing...]

That's good! I wonder what three are around here, though.

[He'll definitely keep an eye out!]

So, what are the wings about? They're cute! But really sore.

[Of course Emmet would find them cute....]

Ah... as to that, they seem to be a constant for inhabitants of this world. [Ingo turns his head a little to frown at the ones attached to his own back. At least they match Emmet's in color...] The soreness should improve with time. I'll fix your coat to accommodate them soon.

However, be very careful with them. [His voice dips back into Super Serious Slightly Upset mode.] Damage to your wings will cause severe harm to your wellbeing.

Edited 2012-09-10 00:29 (UTC)

Oh, so yours don't hurt?

[Then Emmet peers at Ingo's with much more curiosity...]

What sort of damage?

Not particularly. [don't touch them....]

Pulling out feathers, for one. And any other sort of damage, I'd imagine. [Not that it gives them a sudden weakness to electric-type moves, but.... don't get attacked, okay?]

[Well they may still be weak to electricity because dear god squishy human bodies, but whatever! Emmet takes off a glove, reaching over his own shoulder to try and touch one of his wings.]

Say, can you control how they move? Are they soft? Does it feel weird if they're pet?

[Electricity isn't gonna do them any favors, no, but it's not 4x SUPER EFFECTIVEEEEE

Emmet's making Ingo nervous in his overly-fussy way, doing that... but they're his own wings, and surely he won't pull on them...]

I can't say I've petted them before, so I wouldn't know. [He can demonstrate moving them, though. Flappity flap!!]

[Oh my god that's the cutest - a child-like excitement quickly lights up Emmet's face.]

That's amazing!

[Wait, wait - oh man he made his flap around erratically, too!]

[Be careful, he wants to say, like a fussy mom-- they're still sore!

But Emmet's face...]

Being able to manipulate them makes it easier to get used to them, to be sure. ...Just don't attempt to achieve flight. [Naturally.]

Well, yeah, there's barely anything to them! I'd probably fly better if I strapped feathers to my sleeves and flapped my arms.

[Pff.] You'd be a rather poor imitation of Archeops.

Right! If I wanted to fly, I'd just get in a plane or on a Pokémon.

[And everyone knows that trains are better!]

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