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Ready Your Weapons

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.

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Reshiram, too, tilts her neck around to peer at the book.

"That sounds a lot like the categories we have," N mentioned, glancing between the pages and his dragon. "Except Reshiram is what you call Dragon and Fire. There are seventeen major types of Pokemon, which is what she is -- and Krishna, too, though he's a Dark type."

"Hmm." Pokemon. Duke holds the pages so that Reshiram can see the picture too. Krishna. Hmn. "A name with a more imagination than most of those that fill these pages. Aside from those who are of human category, most are simply referred to as monsters."

"... Incorrect in the case of a few - Khroma... was Entelexeia."

"Oh, well... you see, Krishna is his name, but he's what's called a Zorua! They're dark Pokemon that evolve into Zoroarks. And Reshiram -- Reshiram is special, because there's only one of her. So what she is and her name is the same thing."

Then he caught up to the conversation and frowned curiously. "Khroma and Entelexela? What do those mean?"

".... Shape change with... age?" Duke's not quite sure what 'evolve' means. "... So certain... kinds? of pokemon, can grow and change?"

".... She is Khroma." Pointing at the dragon again. "A name, as well, but one she chose, as like as not. Entelexeia..." Pausing, musing.

"Entelexeia are beings who are born from the Aer of Terca Lumireis - what many might call 'magic'. They are created by the planet- as far as I understand - for the express purpose of righting imbalances. No two are identical - during the times before my arrival here, there... was...Khroma, Gusios," Page turning, it looks like a giant turtle. "Belius," A sort of ... fox like creature. "Phaeroh took the shape of a great, flame colored bird - with a tail that ended in pincers. Astal... took the appearance of something smaller yet similar to Belius, but more white and blue. Krones .... is a large creature similar to a jellyfish, of a size that a city is homed inside him, in the air. A young Entelexeia whom I did not learn the name of travels with Brave Vesperia - he takes the form... of a large rainbow scaled whale, large enough to carry a ship through the sky." ... They slowly get more ridiculous sounding.

N attempts to keep up, murmuring the names over to himself. "They sound amazing," he admits, eyeing the pages with wonder. "I wish I could meet them!"

"....." Duke looks at the current page for a long moment. "... I wish they were still alive."

... He's horrible at keeping moods at 'nice', isn't he.

That surprised N, causing his face to fall. "...what happened to them?"

".... Belius was healed by a power toxic to her; she was driven mad and forced others to put her down lest she destroy her city. Astal was hunted and killed for his core; the man who had done the act was killed later. Phaeroh defended Brave Vesperia by distracting the man whom killed Astal, allowing them to approach without being fired upon; he died of his wounds later. Gusios absorbed too much Aer - magic - and was driven mad. To prevent him from turning into an Adephagos, he was slain as well. Khroma..." A pause, a slightly pained one.

"Khroma disagreed with me, and died while I was focused on other tasks."

"...I'm sorry." N looked distraught by the very idea, though he had never met any of them. "That's...terrible."

Duke makes a short agreeing noise, staring hard at the pages. Well. Moodkiller.

"These other creatures...do they still exist?"

"... In plenty, most often." Duke seems to tear his attention from these darker things. "Some are fairly rare - known as Giganto monsters, and only appear in certain conditions, but most of Terca Lumireis is inhabited by monsters."

That caused N to smile. A world full of monsters, like his own: it comforted him to hear there were more worlds like it.

"I'm glad... that's as it should be, I think." Any other world was severely lacking.

Duke blinks once, slightly startled again. .... They're a little awkwardly similar, or so he's starting to feel.

"... Few of Terca Lumireis would agree with either of us on this, fairly certain." But there's an awkward flicker that might be the start of a smile that's rarely used.

"Really? They don't like them?" What a horrible thought. Monsters -- Pokemon in particular -- tended to be more important in N's mind than people, even if he was slowly but surely working on that prejudice.

"Terca Lumireian monsters..." Musing for his words. "I have never had any trouble with them, but there are cities that have been all but erased by them." Don't worry N, Duke completely agrees. Ever so slowly working on stopping instant dislike for humans.

"Personally believe that the humans had built in poor locations for such things - where food is plentiful means that monsters will be as well, because the land can provide for the numbers as well.... "

"That sounds logical. Some Pokemon can be very territorial; I assume your monsters are as well. They take people as a threat when they try to build cities on their homes..." A very valid threat; it could destroy a Pokemon's entire habitat.

"... Likely. Few tend to listen to these points. It is advantageous to humans, why should they care that monsters will make it less so." A fraction of a pause, and slightly uncomfortable.

"... Of course, it may simply be something of a problem with me. I have seen monsters attack humans with little provocation but for walking along a well established human path, but have rarely had trouble of my own with them."

"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?"

"... 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..."

"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.

"... 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.

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.

"... 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..."

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

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