Post-October Event Log

[nyom]

Who: Everyone
Where: Throughout Mango City
When: October 29 to November 2
What: Use this time to check on your CR, help people out, or do whatever. Everyone can make their own top-levels and you don't have to use the provided prompts. Wildcard it if you want. Have fun!

The nightmare is finally over and the aftermath sinks in. Wherever you are, news will eventually spread that the pokemon stopped their rampaging status, looking confused and some horrified by what had happened around them. Mari's Steelixes are finally off their guard duty, people are crying out of various emotions and people who are physically well enough flood out of the shelters in an attempt to search for their loved ones out there, whether they be people or pokemon. Some are reunited, some are not. Either way, people are in this together, comforting others over their losses and rebuilding the city. There's been quite a lot of destruction apart from the Pokemon Center and the hospital, after all. Some buildings are missing a roof, holes on the side wall, doors knocked down... some are unfortunate to have been entirely blasted away by an extremely strong rampaging pokemon's hyper beam (thanks, random Hydreigon).

After most people calm from their initial high emotions, the reconstruction starts. Of course, they also contact the people from Toran who helped with reconstruction efforts. Looks like the handymen will never rest...

The Pokemon Center is looking for additional manpower, getting pokeballs here to there, labeling whose pokemon are whose in things looking like incubators for those in queue of getting healed, and managing supplies. They are extremely short-staffed right now, so they will be looking for any help possible. Though, if you cause too much trouble than helping, you may be politely asked to leave or to help somewhere else. They don't have time for this. During the nights, the Pokemon Center may be crowded. After all, many people just lost their homes. They got nowhere to go.

The hospital is similar, in which they are also short-staffed. They're looking for disaster volunteers, and especially pokemon with healing capabilities to lessen the load on doctors and nurses who need to care for the more gravely wounded. With more help, the hospital will no longer seem as chaotic as before, but more along the lines of an orderly busy time. It helps that the people are no longer stuck inside due to the ongoings of the events outside, so the hospital is emptier than before, compared to when it was jam packed. The mental health department is also using Drowzees and Munnas to give people good dreams and eating nightmares without repercussions so that they can have a good night's rest. Not all wounds are physical, after all.

With the local Mart's help and other establishments, some people band together to supply people with food and drinks in a very open area in the park. Take a breather and eat something. If you look like you're running yourself ragged, one of the townspeople will drag you to eat and drink a proper meal. They don't need another patient in the hospital right now.

Remember that boba shop? Or those restaurants that you had the delicious meat from? Their damages vary from a broken window to being absolutely trashed. Pokemon and people alike are helping with moving the debris and cleaning up the mess. Someone piped up about recycling broken glass to make brand new windows with fire pokemon and proper glass making methods, so please don't throw them away!

The Radio Tower and the cemetery tower? They're both closed off to the public right now with yellow police caution tapes all around them. Your friendly policemen who all look the same advise nearby people to stay away from the two buildings at the moment. Please don't cause trouble or ask them questions... they're tired as it is like everyone else and they're not allowed to say anything for now, if ever. Your energy is better used elsewhere.

Comments

[weenwoon]

[Hythlo pauses, trying to count everyone in his head. Him, Hien, Rhel and Joscelaint, Toki, Akira...]

About two dozen people, mayhaps. I have not met everyone, but we all rather stand out from the local folk. I daresay you would easily recognize some of us.

[He smiles.]

I was somewhat luckier than you. I woke up by the ocean... But if I recall correctly, that was the same for most of us. None know why.

[299z]

[Yoichi nods, thinking back on who he's met so far. Hien is likely also from this group, but others? Maybe. Some of the locals look strange to Yoichi too, considering Trainer fashion and hairstyles.]

So no one knows what's going on, really?

[weenwoon]

[Well... He did speak with Nanami and Rhel a bit.]

Not entirely. But it appears we have all been summoned here, somehow. Lady Rhel, another traveller, told me that we seem to have been tasked with... curing this land, in a way. On the island we were on earlier, there was an endless curtain of rain... though I arrived much too late to know what caused it or how it was lifted. Here...

[He trails off and looks away. Some things haunt him still, despite the slow return to normal life.]

...Forgive me. I... was caught in it... A signal from the radio tower caused Pokemon to rampage one night.

[His voice is rather obviously distanced on purpose, like he's trying not to remember something too painful.]

[299z]

[A storm of some sort would explain the whirlpools and choppy water he was caught in on arrival. There are at least two islands, and people coming at different intervals. Yoichi doesn't get to ask the specifics of what curing the land means, because Hythlodaeus continues, looking distracted at best. Something got to him. Yoichi doesn't know what to do with this kind of thing, so his words are more of a bland objective sympathizing, tacked on.]

That's when I got to the city, when they were rampaging. It must have been an ordeal.

[A radio tower explains the noise and how it was suddenly shut off.]

[weenwoon]

[Hythlo simply nods. It's unclear whether he noticed Yoichi's awkwardness - he just seems lost in thought, and it's not like the mask gives much emotion away.]

I am glad to see you survived. Many did not.

[299z]

No...

[A lot of them didn't. Yoichi was witness to one death himself, and now the people he passed while running, that he'd thought to be unconscious, he wonders if maybe they were dead too.]

It seems almost surreal.

[It's hitting him now that the woman was dead, actually dead. The first dead body he'd ever seen. It was like watching a horror film, but it actually happened, didn't it?]

Excuse me.

[He pushes past Hythlodaeus suddenly; he needs to find someplace to throw up.]

[weenwoon]

[There's always the good old fashioned narrow alley behind the Pokemart itself - looking for the guest restroom would probably take too much time. Hythlo follows him out worriedly, but... well, the reason becomes obvious soon enough. Hythlo hovers at the edge of the alley awkwardly, outlined against the light like a very concerned sleep paralysis demon.]

...Would you like some water?

cw: emeto

[299z]

[The alley is really the best place, and as he kneels by the building, it looks like Yoichi isn't the first one to have utilized that spot today for the same reason. Gross. He's barely eaten in the last... over two weeks now. There's nothing to come up, and it's just dry heaves and bile. Yoichi hadn't expected the strange man to follow him outside, and he's a bit startled. He stands up and wipes his mouth on his sleeve.]

Yes, thank you.

[His own supply of water is just Corphish spit and flavour mix; the thought of which nearly starts another urge to vomit.]

[weenwoon]

[For once, Hythlo is not interested in being a showoff, so he takes out a bottle from his kind of weird-looking shoulder bag instead of creating one out of thin air, and holds it out to Yoichi.]

Here you go. And... I am sorry. You are much too young to have witnessed such things.

[299z]

[He takes the water gratefully, and it tastes much better than Lemon-Lime Corphish Water(!).]

I'm seventeen.

[It's a half-hearted protest of not being a child - it's not like he's ten. Yet here he is throwing up in an alley days after seeing a dead body.]

[weenwoon]

[Perhaps unexpectedly, Hythlo only looks sad at that.]

... Ah. Your kind live such short lives, too.

[This is definitely not space alien talk.]

[299z]

[What the fuck?]

Are... what?

[Alright. Pokemon are real. Yoichi sort of assumed everyone was a human, though. What else is there, aliens? He is from a very, very normal world.]

You're not human?

[weenwoon]

[...Well, Hythlo supposed he can't really blame the boy. Out of everyone he's met so far, he seems very... unremarkable, perhaps.]

Not in the way you mean, I believe. Of course, until I arrived here I did not know there are... different kinds of humans, shall we say. I am informed that to others from my world my race are the 'Ancients'.

[299z]

I've never heard of Ancients as a race of humans.

[Ancient cultures, yes, but even then, Yoichi does not know much. This is a lot to accept and adjust to at once.]

The others who arrived, they're not all from the same place either? Different worlds?

[This is like an isekai manga merged with a Pokemon game, and it is beyond what he can fully comprehend in any logical way.]

[weenwoon]

[Hythlo nods, folding his hands within the sleeves of his robe, as is his wont.]

Indeed. My friend Hien is from a different universe altogether, I believe, and so is Sagi. I understand the names likely mean naught to you... But out of all people I have met here, only two were ever part of my world. I believe it safe to assume that each and every one of us is from a different place.

[299z]

[Yoichi doesn't recognize the names. Though he's met Hien, they didn't introduce themselves. Instead, he assumes Hien is one of the two from Hythlo's world; where masks might be popular.]

Okay. So, we've all been... chosen? To restore this land or universe or whatever it is?

[It seems very far-fetched, but he can't say it isn't true. There's a chance he's delirious from lack of food and physical exhaustion and he's still in the facility, but Yoichi chooses to believe he's not that weak; however more likely that scenario is logically.]

[weenwoon]

[He nods again.]

That is the long and short of it, I believe. We find ourselves bereft of our powers, so return seems to be impossible until we complete this task. Of course, we still do not know much... Not the precise nature of the threat, nor whether we shall be able to return to our worlds afterwards.

[299z]

Powers like superpowers?

[Okay. It's fine. This is fine.]

[weenwoon]

[Hythlo laughs, a little awkwardly.]

I suppose one could say so... The definition is different for all of us, of course. Things that are as natural as breathing for me are a mystery to the others, and vice versa. Hien, the friend I mentioned... can alter his appearance in a matter of seconds, donning the guise of one of his myriad other selves. A most remarkable power, and one that would be unthinkable for me. I, on my part, possess the ability to create things out of 'thin air', as they say...

[He raises a hand, concentrates. A ball of soft light appears above his hand, spins, resolves... into an Eevee plushie. He's been expanding his arsenal.]

Like so. No one else among us can do this, it appears. We are all different, but what unites us is that we are all... people.

[299z]

[He just stares as Hythlo displays his conjuring and creation. Both this and Hien's apparent shapeshifting and the idea of 'other selves' are things that only exist in comics and novels to Yoichi.]

I can't do anything like that.

[weenwoon]

[Hythlo smiles.]

As I said, we are all but people. You have an interest in battling and competing with your Pokemon, yes? On that score, I am certain you are far ahead of me already. I am positively useless at it.

[299z]

I haven't won yet.

[He doesn't sound disappointed, more determined.]

I will.

[The closest thing Yoichi has to a superpower is analyzing situations and being hyper spatially aware, to the point he's been able to predict outcomes with precise accuracy, like a premonition. His goal is to get to that point with Pokemon battles, and then he will win every time. Getting his hands on published information on movesets and innate abilities has been fruitless though, and it will take a lot more time to get anywhere close to ultimate victory.]

[weenwoon]

[He nods.]

I have no doubt in that. You have the fire.

[Remembering that, once again, he's skipped the introductions, Hythlo raises his hand to his chest.]

My name is Hythlodaeus. May I have yours?

[299z]

[Hythlodaeus does sound like an 'Ancient' name, like those Greek philosophers or European classical composers. Neither thing Yoichi ever paid attention to. They're old, though.]

I'm Yoichi.

[weenwoon]

[That's okay, Yoichi, Hythlo is also like maybe a thousand years old. Maybe more. Imagine.]

A pleasure to meet you, master Yoichi. As I mentioned, I've little to no talent for the battles... But should there be anything I could help you with, do not hesitate to ask.