He writes in his daily journal

[unwrittenformula]

 Who: N, his Pokemon and YOU
When: Any time during the curse
Where: (Part of) N's Castle on the Island
Style: Action, but can follow any
Status: Oooooopen


[Another week, another curse, another-- ... castle?!

Yup. There's a castle, or at least part of a castle up on the island. How did it get there? Where did it come from? Do you have the guts to attempt to explore it? Maybe there's riches inside, or a damsel in distress?

Either way, it's just sitting there, begging to be explored. Just be prepared for what you might run in to.]



(ooc: So the castle isn't completely there, it's just the center tower. Inside are a collection of rooms that all look more or less like small banquet rooms, except for one that looks more like a child's play room. N and Zoroark are wandering around, but the castle is more or less deserted aside from them. A rough map of the tower can be found here.)

Comments

[aprettyred]

... Why?

[ She's just going to carefully not trip over anything on the way over. Walking very delicately, because its all grey tones. ]

[unwrittenformula]

This is my castle. No one should be here.

[Sorry Anna, he's kind of throwing a tantrum. Quietly. But still.]

[aprettyred]

... Castles are big for a reason.

[ So you can have people about. ]

[unwrittenformula]

It's not big. It's missing pieces. People. It's all wrong. I can't hear my friends anymore!

[Zoroark whines quietly at the outburst, staying back even as Anna tries to pick her way through.]

[aprettyred]

[ Too bad, N, she's going to walk right up to within hugging distance and sit.

And stare up, like a slightly creepy little doll. 'Can't hear my friends'? Anna has to think on that, and maybe N might feel like her staring is reaching a bit deeper than his skin.

Oh. ]

... If its missing people, then why do you say no one should be here.

[ You're contradicting yourself, N. ]

[unwrittenformula]

[He's got himself crammed in to a corner between the wall and the skating ramp, huddled up with his arms over his head. There are no tears on his face but he certainly looks like he could have been crying.

An arm moves to peek at Anna, but he doesn't move much more than that.]

I don't know. They just shouldn't. I should be alone. If I can't hear their voices anymore then what good am I?

[He knows he's contradicting himself, but losing a power like that had utterly demolished any joy he could have gotten out of having something familiar returned to him.]

[aprettyred]

[ Anna thinks for a moment. ]

I can't see any colors anymore; red is gone. [ So he's not the only one missing something, even if it is the voices of... his friends? Anna blinks back at Zoroark, then to N again. ]

I think it is the coral, which means it won't last.

[unwrittenformula]

... it won't... ?

[He had heard about the curses, of course, but in his state he hadn't equated what was happening to him to what the city was capable of doing. He was too frazzled to make the connection properly anyway.

Some part of him wants to say he feels bad for Anna not being able to see red anymore, because he can imagine it's very similar to what he's going through, but he doesn't have the capacity to properly voice sympathy.]

[aprettyred]

There was something that made people lose powers and be... mages, or warriors, or clerics. It lasted two weeks, then all the clothing and new powers left and old powers came back.

[ But two weeks without voices of friends - she thinks its Zoroark's voice, not her voice, because he's replying to her- or without red, is a bit much. ]

I don't think most last two weeks, maybe one.

[unwrittenformula]

... curses.

[Now he remembers.]

I would rather it be a week, if it has to be anything at all.

[aprettyred]

Same. Izumo probably agrees.

[ The poor man can't smoke. ]

[unwrittenformula]

Izumo?

[aprettyred]

He wears sunglasses. Mikoto is red with the earring.

[ Normally that might mean something a bit different, but Mikoto does have red hair. ]

... Tatara has the other earring.

[unwrittenformula]

[Anna that doesn't really explain anything.

He's just... going to nod and be confused.]

[aprettyred]

....

You weren't asking about which was which?

[unwrittenformula]

... oh. Izumo was the one at the bar, right? Who Zoroark mimicked with his illusion powers?

[Sorry Anna, it takes him a few times to remember names.

Well. Names of people. Pokemon he could probably recite every kind in every region without even pausing.]

[aprettyred]

Yes. Mikoto is the other one. Tatara arrived later, he looks a little like Izumo.

[ At least, Anna is fairly sure people would say that Tatara looks a little like Izumo. ]

[unwrittenformula]

I see. I don't think I've meet Tatara.

[Tatara's name sounds like a Pokemon

N seems to be feeling better at least, and is acting much less... tantrum-y.]

[aprettyred]

... He makes good omelets.

[ Anna wonders if having Zoroark sit with them would be bad for N, but at the same time, N's friend is right there for him.

Clearly they need to teach Zoroark how to write. ]

[unwrittenformula]

[Zoroark is mostly just hovering, but he's more relaxed now that N is as well.

The mention of food actually does get an interesting reaction - a rare stomach growl.]

Ah--...

[N is just... going to hide his red face with his hat.]

[aprettyred]

... If we go ask, he will make us food.

[ Tatara is that nice, mm'k N. ]

... All of us. [ That is directed at Zoroark. ]

[unwrittenformula]

... I don't want to bother him.

[Zoroark obviously does, because he whines and looks rather disappointed at that. N, food please!]

[aprettyred]

... Tatara only finds it a bother if you wake him up after midnight.

[ Come on N, you know you want fresh food! ]

[unwrittenformula]

I... don't even know what time it is...

[aprettyred]

... It is not after midnight.

[ Because no one has come looking for her yet. ]