Day 153 | Open

[gianthobo]

Who: AZ, his Pokemon, and open!
Open: Open.
When: 153, late morning
Where: Outside the Workshop for AZ, various spots around the Bastion for his Pokemon.
What: AZ is tinkering with something, and his Pokemon are taking the opportunity to get in some exercise.
Format: Whatever works.
Warnings: idk possible Pokemon spoilers

Going on the Skyway is dangerous. AZ knows this, everyone in the Bastion knows this. Still, some dangers are a little unexpected - such as falling over into some mud. Limping back, AZ had figured out the problem - his leg brace was loose.

Which is why AZ is now sitting in front of the workshop, a screwdriver carefully held between his fingers, trying to tighten the brace. Every so often he frowns, unscrews something, and pulls the brace off to look at it more closely.

His Pokemon, however, are another story. Floette is floating over near the memorial, looking thoughtful and a little sad. Torkoal has parked himself near the forge's furnace, puffing smoke into the air around him. Golurk has found the training hall, and is throwing powerful punches as it works out. Sigilyph is flying around near the ranch, looking down at the animals there curiously.

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Comments

Floette

[fuckthemancers]

I suppose you've been having troubling thoughts as well?

[It's just Zulf, looking like hell with how exhausted he seems to be. Still, he's polite and sociable as ever as he approaches the little floating Pokemon.]

[gianthobo]

[Oh no, Zulf. You are getting fussed over. Floette floats over, frowning a bit and reaching out to fix his hair.]

Flo! Flo floette! Flo flo flo.

[fuckthemancers]

[Wait, what's happening. Zulf leans back just a little out of instinct and looking so so confused.]

I'm afraid I don't understand.

[halp]

[gianthobo]

Flo. Floette.

[She pats the top of her head and then points to Zulf's head.]

Floooooettteeeee.

[She says it slowly and drawn out.]

[fuckthemancers]

...My hair is messy?

[What is happening to his life]

[gianthobo]

Flo!

[Yes. Yes it is. She reaches out again to try to fix it.]

[fuckthemancers]

I- I can fix it myself, you know, you don't have to bother with it-

[But he's still kind of surrending to MamaFlo, shoulders slumped.]

[gianthobo]

[This won't take long. She brushes his bangs out of his eyes, and floats around, patting down stray fluffs. Soon enough, she's satisfied and floats in front of him, smiling.]

Floooette!

[fuckthemancers]

[He... hasn't been mothered like this... for ages. Zulf just looks extremely awkward.]

...Thank you.

[gianthobo]

[She waves her arm a bit, gesturing for him to come a little closer as she turns to look back at the memorial.]

Flo...

[fuckthemancers]

[He does as he's gestured, brow furrowed slightly as he tries to understand something. She had looked a bit sad, and here she is at the memorial...]

Are you remembering someone?

[gianthobo]

[She nods a little, and thinks for a moment. She floats over to Lemaign's symbol and points to it, and then points to herself.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Lemaign...]

Someone who was a soldier?

[gianthobo]

Flo flo.

[She points at herself again.]

Floooo...

[fuckthemancers]

You... [Shit he is not N, he is not a Pokespeaker uh] You were soldiers together?

[gianthobo]

[He's doing pretty well, for a human that doesn't know anything about Pokemon or their body language or history. She nods at the question.]

[fuckthemancers]

[It's mostly his knowledge of the Gods that's helping him, so he's thankful that she's using them as a communication method. He looks a bit sad, however.]

I see... I'm sorry you had to go through that. Did the Calamity take them, or...?

[gianthobo]

[She shakes her head, and thinks for a moment, before floating over to Garmuth's symbol, making an exaggerated sad face, and then Jevel's, making a somewhat worried-looking smile.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Zulf follows her somewhat, leaning closer to see what symbols she's pointing to. When she finishes, he stand quiet for a moment in thought.]

Garmuth is the God of Folly and Purpose, so... Was a bad decision made, then? Jevel is of Health and Atrophy.. [A pause and then he shakes his head.] I'm having a bit more trouble with that one, I apologize. Were things made better?

[gianthobo]

[At the first question she nods, but at the second one she shakes her head, and then after a few moments nods. So no initially, but yes.]

[How to get her point across... oh. She points to Micia's symbol, closes her eyes and pretends to go limp, and then opens her eyes to point at Jevel's symbol.]

[And then she points at Jevel's symbol again, and again, looking more and more sad each time.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Charades... It's been a while since he's played this game. Zulf gives a slight nod.]

Something happened that made things weaker... until the point they died?

[gianthobo]

[S... ort of. She points to herself, points to Lemaign and Micia's symbols again, and points to herself once more.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Backstory in charades is so difficult.]

Pardon me while I just speak aloud to myself to see if I can piece this altogether better.

You and your friends were soldiers. However, a foolish decision was made that cost the lives of many.

So far that's correct, isn't it?

[gianthobo]

[She really should just get AZ to explain. But she nods. That's mostly right, at least. She points to Micia's symbol and then to herself again.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Seriously AZ where are you, stop having immortal old man troubles here]

...You were supposed to die, but didn't?