[Day 194] Hello world... how you been? [OPEN]

[unwrittenformula]

Who: The Pokemon Daycare people, some Pokemon eggs and you!
Open: Open!
When: Day 194
Where: Pokemon Daycare
What: It's finally time for more eggs to hatch
Format: Any
Warnings: N/A

[Bit by little bit, trip by trip out to those shattered remains of the world that once held hundreds upon hundreds of Pokemon, eggs were being located and brought back to the Bastion, coming under the care of an ornery Ditto and the newly designated "daycare couple".

The last time eggs had been hatched was after the festival when N, Hilda, and AZ had all received an egg each as gifts, so it was finally time for the first true arrivals from the Skyway locations to hatch.

Of course N had been preoccupied with Hilda after her injuries, and it wasn't until he was outside getting the other Pokemon fed that he realized some of those eggs were starting to move.

Woobat let out an excited noise at seeing them and quickly fluttered over, joined soon by Zoroark who was nudging the eggs with his snout in hopes of encouraging the baby Pokemon inside.]

Oh... they're hatching... !

Comments

[unwrittenformula]

[Press buttons until it talks at you again.]

I don't mind. ... but don't be surprised if a small black fox comes around and starts begging for your attention while we're waiting.

[fuckthemancers]

I don't mind at all. I find your companions very interesting.

[unwrittenformula]

Zoura has... boundless energy. "Interesting" doesn't even begin to cover how she can be so excitable at nothing at all.

[But he loves that ball of fox fluff. Really.]

There are over 600 kinds of known Pokemon where I'm from... we've gained more here recently thanks to our finds out there, but it still feels so strange to only have the handful we do.

[fuckthemancers]

Children often are.

[Zulf smiles for a moment before N's next words, and then the expression fades. He looks down at the Pokedex for a moment, silent.]

Yes, it's... disconcerting at times for there to be so little as things are as they are now.

[unwrittenformula]

[N's attention remains on the eggs, but there's something in his pale gaze that's almost... angry. Distant, obviously thinking of something far away from this place, but still upset.]

All of those lives... all of those beautiful, unique Pokemon gone now. I was in denial for so long about what had happened, until we found the Unova Daycare Center. I knew then that I couldn't stay ignorant to what had happened to our world.

Unova, Kalos... Johto, Sinnoh, all of the regions. They're gone now. And all of the Pokemon within them save for the ones we've just barely managed to rescue...

The Bastion is a place of kindness and peace away from the turmoil of the Skyway but it still weighs on me to know what these new ones will never get to experience.

[fuckthemancers]

Try not to think about it too heavily.

[It doesn't seem like good advice, but it's the one Zulf has been relying on so that he doesn't break apart at a moment's notice.]

There's many things these new lives won't ever get to experience, that's true... But they'll get to know people like Rin who can control fire just like some of them can, or the dragon. There will be things they'll grow up used to. [A dry smile.] They'll be the rare children who grow up actually used to Donut Trees.

[unwrittenformula]

It's difficult not to, when I was so connected to all of them.

[It's literally like having your own internal voice silenced, though for N that voice was thousands of hearts and minds connected to his own.

But he has a point.

Up until the "donut trees" comment.]

... donut trees.

[fuckthemancers]

Yes.

[Zulf just covers his face in his hands.]

...Aoi Asahina troubles me greatly.

[unwrittenformula]

... but... why donuts? Couldn't the cook-- ... couldn't Rin [Gosh N people have names you can use them] just make such things? A fruit or berry tree would make so much more sense.

[fuckthemancers]

She really likes donuts.

[He's not sure what else to tell you, N.]

[unwrittenformula]

... I have solved some of the most complex mathematical equations of my world, and I can't even begin to quantify how a love of food equates to... donut trees.

[fuckthemancers]

I try not to question it too much, but still find myself doing so. I believe she has more shards now. We should stop her before she makes a donut house.

[unwrittenformula]

I believe that would require a level of intervention neither of us possess. How would we even begin to stop her?

[fuckthemancers]

Tie her to something?

[unwrittenformula]

... I think my girlfriend wouldn't take it very well if I told her I was going to tie some girl I hardly know up. Even if it was for a good cause.

[fuckthemancers]

...Ah.

[unwrittenformula]

... have you tried talking to her? Maybe these ridiculous requests are just her way of coping.

[fuckthemancers]

[what do you mean there are ways of coping that aren't weed]

I honestly don't want to press the issue, really.

[unwrittenformula]

[Just like there are ways of coping that aren't seclusion and self isolation?]

It sounds like some one needs to.

[fuckthemancers]

...Do you?

[unwrittenformula]

She could be spending her shards for far more practical things. I'm... not arguing against having things for entertainment or pleasure given our situation, but don't you think she's done enough in that regard?

[fuckthemancers]

I was actually inquiring if you wanted to speak with her about it. I agree with that well enough.

[He'd like to exist in the Bastion without thinking he's on a bad trip with some of the things Aoi has created, ok]

[unwrittenformula]

... oh. ... maybe Hilda would be better suited for that task.

[fuckthemancers]

[they are such losers]

Well, I'll trust you'll talk to her about that then.

[unwrittenformula]

[biggest losers.]

I'll bring it up with her when she's feeling better then.