Ready Your Weapons

[singularjustice]

Who: N and anyone!
Location: Forest
Time: Morning.
Style: Either-or!
Status: Open to all!

There is a clearing not too into the forest that has obviously gotten some abuse in the past. It sits on the bottom of a hill and much of the vegetation has been burned away; the hill itself looks as if it has been gouged on occasion by something very large.

Right now, it may be obvious what the cause may have been: a large white dragon sits on the edge, though at the moment she seems contented to lounge on her belly, eyes half-closed. Nothing nearly so traumatic as destroying part of the hill is going on right now; instead she is watching over her trainer with a much smaller beast.

N has a sword in hand, though the scabbard is still on it, and he is all but dancing around, blocking as his Zorua lunges at him, swiping at him again and again.

It is all very serious until the fox Pokemon apparently has had enough. The Zorua jumps up and grabs ahold of the scabbard, pulling down on it with a playful growl.

"H-hey! This is not tug of war!" N protests, but he ends up laughing as he tries to wrest the sword away from him.

Comments

[singularjustice]

"Humans in my world encourage Pokemon to attack them," N said, eyebrows coming together. "They use other Pokemon, that they have bonded with, to battle for them. Is that not the way of your world?"

[radiantwingedone]

"... It is not." He looks like he's trying to figure out how that would work. And after a few moments, looking pained. "Few kinds have been tamed - the Quietta serve as mounts for knights and pull carriages for those who can afford such things, while a similar kind, the Rhybgaro continue to roam. However, aside from a few kinds of dogs, few others have..."

[singularjustice]

"I wouldn't call Pokemon tamed, exactly." N looks back at his own. "Well, some have never lived without humans, like Krishna, so they wouldn't know a difference. But others, like Reshiram, choose when they want to be with humans..."

N, at least, was one human who never forgot it was a choice for his team to be by his side.

[radiantwingedone]

"... Hmn. The Quietta have been - the word is domesticated? They share a great many physical similarities -" Why is he trying to explain with words. He has a monster book in his hands, and monster books have pictures. the Queitta look a lot like a horse, if a bit like it was crossed with a wolf at some point, while the Rhybgaro looks nearly the same - but golden colored and with a horn.

[singularjustice]

N studied the book again, fascinated by the creatures he saw in it and the information on them.

"...do you have another copy of this book? Do they sell it any stores?" More than anything, N wanted to sit down and read it from cover to cover.

[radiantwingedone]

"... I have a less complete copy," It's lacking all the humans, and the robots. "This one is the one I gained in the oversized sock - stocking? - It appears to be a copy of Brave Vesperia's. My own is less of a catalog of creatures fought - the drawings and notes are copied from mine..." And his looks a lot more battered - or perhaps well looked through - when he pulls it out.

"They are filled in by the owners - I would assume any bought monsterbook to be blank..."

[singularjustice]

"Like a Pokedex…" N holds his hands out in question. "May I see? I promise to be careful."

[radiantwingedone]

Duke watches silently for a moment, then carefully holds the battered book out. "'Pokedex', a collection of information on Pokemon?"