milquetoasthero | 04

[Well, that was an. Exciting weekend that he has a somewhat vivid, dream-like recollection of. Luca's spent the last two or so days trying to sort through the blanks in his memories and why he saw people he definitely knew -- didn't he--?

Well, whatever. This night finds him a little north of Goldenrod, training Spada -- on the Buneary's insistence, of course. Said Buneary is landing more than a few hits on some poor tree Scout's sitting in, while Luca takes his five minute break not too far away. Better time than never to see if any night owls want to talk, right?]

Do any of you try to find constellations that are the same in your world, here? It feels a little sad knowing that I'm really not under the same sky as my friends back home are. [He's still coming to terms with it despite being here a few months, okay.] I mean, I --

[He pauses, listening -- getting a little paler, because he definitely just heard a twig crack.]

...Are there a lot of nocturnal Pokémon? I know Sentrets are kind of that way - at least, Scout is - and Hoothoots are too, but is there anything by Goldenrod that would be --

[He yelps as a huge Scolipede charges into view -- right for his little Sentret, actually, who shrieks and climbs higher in the tree. She won't last too long up there --

but no worries, citizens of Johto and/or Kanto! Spada - our brave Buneary hero - is here! He's a little outmatched in terms of power, but he's fast... and he's got someone to protect. Luca's shaking - the feed's left on, forgotten in his fright, but giving quite a nice view of the battle taking place between a huge bug and a little bunny.

Or... well, Lopunnies still pale in size to Scolipedes, but he's not as small as he used to be, and evidently the Scolipede thinks battling for food is Too Hard, since it leaves after an intimidating glare thrown at the would-be prey and her protector.

Luca sighs, thankful, then bites back a smile; finally, one of his Pokémon've evolved.

And, upon remembering the feed, frowns.]

Well, um... That Pokémon's not native to Johto, right? I really hope we don't see anymore of those...

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Or why you can't fly without learning the move for it, and the same with cutting trees or surfing across the water?

Or why they only seem to learn new things from battling or machines, given that it seems like that would be a horrible way for a species to function?

Oh, maybe it's because humans domesticated them for that one. Like, um... They forgot their natural instincts or something.

That would make more sense if it didn't seem to apply to wild Pokemon as well. Granted, if everything here works that way, I doubt that there's anything outcompeting this mode of adaptation.

This world's so confusing at times... I wonder if we could just find that Pokémon expert guy and ask him about these kinds of questions?

The one who was in New Bark Town, you mean? I'm not sure how far you'd get if you attempted to question him, given how he seemed to have the same bizarre issues that the woman we met upon first arriving had. Granted, there is the one who is actually a resident of New Bark Town...

[...but Kayneth can tell when someone is a second fiddle, and like hell he'd talk to a second fiddle!]

[They become a first fiddle when you talk to them, Kayneth.....]

If I ever manage to get a Pokémon who can learn Fly and get the badge for it, I'll see if he's the same as everyone else or if he can answer some question.

[Luca used to be a second fiddle he'll communicate :'|]

[it's a power he just can't dump on everyone, you know. how would there be first fiddles if there weren't second fiddles.]

That would certainly be appreciated.

[those first fiddles would become second fiddles? maybe??]

I wonder if we'll end up with more questions than answers in the end, though.

[boy the mechanics of fiddles sure are confusing!]

I'm assuming so, but we can't know that until we actually look into it.

It's better to have say you tried than to give up right away, right?

Precisely. That, and giving up on something means you have no chance of succeeding at it.

[KAYNETH ARCHIBALD IS NOT THE GIVING UP SORT]

But you have a chance at failing at it, too.

If you give up on something you've automatically failed at it, so I don't see how that factors into it.

I guess what I mean is it feels worse if you try and still don't succeed.

...I suppose.

[what is this "not succeeding" thing you speak of

is it something that happens to commoners ~~the hotel doesn't count~~]

[yes--]

...You've never failed before?

Not significantly, no.

[JUST YOU WAIT, KAYNETH...]

Oh, that must be nice.

[ssssssiigh]

It is, yes.

[kayneth pls]

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