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[fangking]

Who: Wanijima Akito/Agito
When: Day 9, early morning (3-5am)
Where: Shrine Room
What: Introduction

[Akito and Agito had the suspicion for a while that they might actually have died, though they had never felt so certain of it until now. A dark, sinking feeling that their time is up for the last time.

It... sucks.

But they're is comforted by the fact that at least they know their father is okay, and that their friends are alive and well, and that they've done their part to help. They accomplished what they set out to do at the time... Though it still is something neither of them want to think about, or think about in any concrete terms.

Akito is careful to stay put - not daring to move from the spot he showed up in. The Pokéball that he held in his hand previously is no longer there, which pains him. Their A-T are on his feet, however, so he has that knowledge to keep him calm as he pats down his clothes to check if any of his Pokémon are still with him.]

Comments

[pyxising]

[insomnia means wandering around which means—

s-stops dead]

1/3

[fangking]

[Akito notices him almost immediately.]

Ik--

2/3

[fangking]

[It looks like Ikki (a bit older, maybe), but there are differences that Akito's keen eye picks up on almost instantly. Paler skin being one of them. And the eyes are ... different.]

3/3

[fangking]

You're different than him.

Re: 3/3

[pyxising]

[also noting the differences, and absolutely unsure as to how to approach this at all]

. . . so are you.

[fangking]

[He manages a very small smile, hand curling around the one Pokéball he has left.]

...It's good to know that I still remember his face, even after so much time.

[canihelpyou]

[While you're being still and quiet there's a mannequin sitting on the other side of the room being still and quiet too. So much so that it just looks like someone left a doll lying around.]

[fangking]

[Akito notices it, but pays it no mind for the moment. It poses no immediate threat to him (is there even such a thing as a threat if he's already dead?) and so he continues checking his inventory.

When he uncovers his Flareon's Pokéball he can't help but let out a small, relieved giggle and releases her. He promptly smothers her in a hug, unsure of what else to do.]

[canihelpyou]

Huh? [Was that laughter? Looking up- Oh! A person!] Oh, hello.

[fangking]

[Holy shit what even is happening--]

E-Eh?

[A-T is quick to respond, and positions itself in front of him in a protective stance.]

[metamorphiseme]

[Tiny child ping?]

...are you alright?

[fangking]

[His grip tightens on his Flareon's Pokéball, uncertain. He still doesn't know what's going on other than the obvious.]

...Un, I'm uninjured.

[metamorphiseme]

[looks around and then squats down tries to not look like a pedo]

What's that?

[nolongerslate]

Fang?

[fangking]

[He jumps slightly, surprised by the semi-familiar name.]

No.

[nolongerslate]

Sorry. You looked like someone I knew.

[bloomingvoid]

[Watching your movements]

Did you lose something?

[fangking]

[Akito is unconcerned by the attention.]

Yes.

[bloomingvoid]

[Uncertainly]

Perhaps...it is something you can have returned to you, by the gods' power?

[anopenbook]

...

[Man that's not Fang at all]

Hey.

[fangking]

Hi.

[He releases A-T from her Pokéball, and the Flareon is quick to position herself between her trainer and the stranger.]

[anopenbook]

Just saying hi. I'm Red.

[dearyme]

Hellooooooo~

[The statue never sleeps so he hangs out and waits to see who appears. And looks like he gets to greet someone new.]

[fangking]

...Hi.

[dearyme]

Nice to see a new face here. What's your name?