A seemingly innocent
Fennec fox and YOUWhat:
All around Vatheon during this week, one might catch a glimpse of, or be harassed by, a small talking blonde-furred foxWhen:
Any time during the curseWhere:
All over VatheonStatus:
Open like so much opennessStyle:
action[Throughout the week, while the city has turned dark and gritty, and heroes and villains run rampant, one might have the
unfortunate luck of happening upon a small furred creature. And not just any small furred creature. A fox, with large ears, blonde fur, a tail tipped with pale tea green, and... strangely blank, unreflected blue gray eyes.
He may seem cute and innocent, but those who encounter him might be in for more than they want to deal with.]
(ooc: slightly in tandem with this Hilda post. If anyone wants to play out N being a jerky jerk face here would be the place to do it!)
Who: N and Ky
When: Backdated: during the meeting with the Station Master
Where: In the warehouse
Style: Starting in action brackets
[N was still plenty reluctant to get involved with all of this, but he had been asked by the Station Master to come just the same as anyone else, and even Zoroark was pushing for him to do something. C had instructed him to speak to 'the blond man' she had pointed at, and while hesitant to do so, he finally made his way over and cleared his throat awkwardly to get his attention.]
Excuse me... I was told I should speak to you.
[That is... so descriptive, N.]
Who: N and whoever!
When: Saturday Afternoon.
Style: Either or!
[ There is a tall boy standing in the plaza, tea-green hair blown back behind him as a large white dragon blows warm air around him, just enough to work on drying his soaked state.
N knows he has been gone for some time. It is like waking up from a very deep sleep, where the dreams you once had were fading blur, yet it was obvious hours upon hours had passed.
He was wearing his old clothes again. He remembers the wind whipping his hair, Hilda's calls before he leapt to Reshiram's back. That memory seems so close and yet so far away.
The boy pushes it out of his mind. It does not matter now.
N is home. ]
Who: Ratchet and anyone else
Where: The Plaza
When: January 5th, early evening
At first there was nothing. Just darkness and silence. He couldn't feel anything really, no pain, no wind, no cold or warmth. Only nothingness. But soon came a familiar sound. That whizzing sound of rushing air. Ratchet knew that sound. He was falling. The air whizzed passed his ears, making his fur move as he continued down. He shivered at the cold air, only now realizing his eyes were closed. He couldn't bring himself to open them just yet, his lids just felt too heavy.
It felt like forever as he fell downward, shivering as he felt himself grow colder and colder by the minute. Why couldn't he open his eyes? Where was he falling to? The reasons and memories just wouldn't come. He was at the Great Clock with Clank and they were saying their goodbyes. Then came the yelling and he was told to stop. He did and then...The memories came flooding back into his mind, rushing in as it all became clear.
His eyes opened and he sat up in with a jolt. His coughed, his chest burning with a need to oxygen. The coughing finally subsided, letting him gulp down that much needed air. Why did he feel so heavy? He looked at himself, staring at the water dripping from his fur and armor. That would explain it but where had the water come from? He took in his surroundings and knew instantly this was not the Great Clock. Just where was he? He stood up, shaking what water he could out of his fur before looking at the massive structure in the middle of the Plaza. Was that...coral? How did coral grow in the middle of a city underwater? And then he spotted the glowing...thing next to him. He reached out to touch it before it flew back away from him.
"Um...hello?" No response. Great.
"I don't think I'm in Polaris anymore..." Well this definitely not what he had expected. He needed to find out where he was and how to get out of here. Clank needed his help.