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[He's familiar looking at a glance with his hawkish hair and aviator shades. The difference between the fast talking teenager with a loud mouth and this man is exactly it right there. He's a man.

Clad in a simple T-shirt and pants, he snorts as he looks around at the green, green landscape.] Toto, we're not in Kanasas anymore.

[Dave Strider the ancestor version balances his katana blade against his shoulder and whistles to the flaming horse standing beside him.] I think you swallowed the meteor I rode my baby ass into life on there, Maplehoof.

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Hey, isn't that my line?

[The Toto and Kansas thing, after all, because hello Dave! Meet the ruby-slippered doggirl phasing into being in a burst of green electricity. She regards him, head tilting and ears twitching. This definitely looks like Dave, but she never imagined Dave would be so tall and...well, isn't he supposed to be 16?]

'Sup, Strider?

[The moment the green light appeared his sword shifts from his shoulder into a middle guard position. His death had been only seconds ago and he hadn't forgotten what had caused it. The tension in his shoulders only eases when it's not a white cat.

The light is too distinctive, and the sense of power similiar enough.]

Depends entirely on who and what you are, kid. Funny green light there.

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Thanks, I got it off my dog.

[Nonetheless, she puts up her hands as a gesture of "I am not carrying weapons and I'm not going to suddenly shoot anybody." Not that it would matter if Dave did cut her down, but a friend is a friend even if he suddenly grew up.]

Jade Harley...although you might not be familiar with a name close to that. Maybe Jade English?

[That's also a stretch, though, whatever loops and universes are going on.]

Well anyway, my name is Jade. I think we're not even on Earth anymore, never mind Kansas.

[Dave flickers a glance back at the fire maned unicorn and the steel bug thing calmly watching the situation as if they'd seen it all. His blade is lowered as he takes a step back and drives it into the ground to show combat is over.]

I gathered that when the flame pony found me. You're a bit young to be tossing around the old lady's name so I'll give you a chance to explain how you're connected to her.

[He pushes his shades up, the light running over their surface and nods.]

That's your cue to start talking.

[Sometimes the Pokemon anime makes references to Earth. It's odd.

But never mind the pedantics, she nods back and starts--]

The long and short of it is there is an alternate universe that I come from where all the roles you know are switched. You're the kid participating in the game along with me, John Crocker--known as Egbert in my universe--and Rose Lalonde. The ones you might know as kids, Dirk Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Jake English and Jane Crocker are the guardians. There is also no fucked up evil trollwitch empire to contend with...though the Earth did still get destroyed by meteors and we are currently playing the game to set things right. So we're going to have to take her down soon enough.

Essentially, I am Jade English, or I'm her younger clone. It's ectobiology shenanigans perpetuated by John in a different time loop.

[But he might not even know about ectobiology at this point. Jade never expected to speak with the man himself, how would she know what he knows?]

[He leans on his sword and watches her as she talks with an unwavering stare from behind his shades. He's old, the blond hair more white and silver and he has the built one sees on fencers with the added definition of any fit man past their twenties.

His brows come down and furrow from the information presented. It's nothing new to him and yet it puts some pieces together. Dave's flat expression shifts subtly, into a small frown.]

So Ectobiology and time shenanigans.

[He has the sense she's telling the truth just like running parallel to that is the sense they were never meant to meet. A timeline is going awry and he can't see the end of the encounter. Scary.]

She won't go quietly. You got to know that much. [It's a sllight admission. He judged quickly (as was necessary) and now eases from his tense stance into something fairly casual.] Anyway.

Why don't you tell me about this devil beast of a dog. Sounds like a certain cat that causes no end of shit.

Of course I know that, s--[Jade he is not the Dave you know, don't call him silly. She shuts her mouth with a visible click of her teeth, then clears her throat.]

She's a tough batterbitch, that's for sure.

[As for her own version of a devilbeast, she tilts her head at him in the confused dog fashion over hearing that his version of Bec (might not even be named Bec at all) is a cat.]

Bec lived with me on the island and took care of me after my grandpa died, he is--was a first guardian and so had all sorts of weird teleporty powers fueled by the green sun. I'm guessing this cat's the same way, except it is not probably tied to anyone in particular. [Cats are flighty shits like that. Grrrr, cats.

Jade no stop thinking about cats.]

[It's all things he knows. Dave sighs and his sword is returned to his sylladex with a brief flash. He glances at the creatures with him and shrugs.]

You can stop there. It doesn't matter to me anymore. [He is a dead man and he's fine with that. The rest is up to the kids.]

You can do this old dude a favor and tell me why we're here. Just to tie up the loose ends. Shit like that is important to do. Remember that. [He pats the fire unicorn after cautiously holding a hand out to see if the fire would hurt him. It doesn't.]

I gotcha.

[Ah, death, the staple of any universe. Especially being unexpectedly revived in any universe.]

I'm not sure, actually. I can tell you what I suspect, but I can't tell you the "why" of what we're doing here. My theory is that this is another game that we have been thrown into, but "why" has not become clear to me, there seems to be no ultimate objective that's particularly compelling besides the thrill of collecting Pokemon and proving you can battle them against others effectively. It's unclear who the "hero" of the story is as well, since so many people have been brought in from their own worlds.

Right now, it's just looking like a bunch of horseshit as far as an ultimate "why." Just a nice little diversion until we are thrown back into reality, I guess.

Hehehe. Sonny, I think you're a bit mistaken there. Do I look like a dog to you?

[WHO IS THIS INCREDIBLY DASHING ELDERLY MAN AND WHERE DID HE COME FROM? We just don't know but lucky you, Dave. Somehow fate has decided that comedic legend John Crocker is the perfect partner for your Pokémon adventure. Or something. In any case, he sure doesn't seem to know why he's here.]

Though I'd say it's not a half bad name for this little fellow here. [He stoops down with a bit of a grunt to pick up a wriggly, excitable-looking pup of a Poochyena.] I'd say it somewhat fits him, eh?

[On his shoulder sits a Whimsicott, looking somewhat wary of Dave's flaming horse. And at his feet stands another...wait is that a dog or a cupcake? Just what the hell is that goofy looking thing?]

Of course, I'm glossing over the biggest problem here. That being the fact that you're not much of a Dorothy. No offense, squirt, but you are no Judy Garland. Wouldn't hear a complaint out of me at being likened to a dog if that were the case!

Judy wishes she could be as pretty as me. [The response is reflexive and he studies the man standing beside him with a bit of surprise. Congratulations old John, you managed to startle and surprise Dave.

He studies his companions as a bat dragon thing with what looks like speakers for ears settles at his other side.]

I don't wear dresses, people wouldn't be able to handle my legs all bare and scandalous like that. I think half of the town would die in one fell swoop. I'm just being responsible. You understand.

[His lips twitch as if he wants to smile and he spreads his hands, putting his blade away for now.] Can't fault you for your choices though, Crocker right?

Ah, you've heard of me? And here I thought I was a nobody in this place, assuming it wasn't the afterlife. [Which it obviously can't be, I mean just look around. Sure, it's not Hell either but he's not seeing anything that screams "yes, you were good all your life, here is your reward. NO angels, no nothing.] Anyway, 'course I understand. With great power there must also come great responsibility, after all.

[So he was dead before the newest Spider-Man movies came out. Doesn't mean he doesn't know the original quote from the comics, though!]

Hehehe, glad to hear you only use your powers for good. Means I don't have to teach you a lesson.

[Yes. Because that just sounds so threatening when it comes from a chubby old man with an excitable, happy puppymon in his arms. Bet you're just shaking in your boots, Dave.]

[He starts to reply to the inquiry when the threat is laid like a white glove between them. Dave's eyebrows raise as his jaw goes slack for a few seconds. He steels himself in the next breath and faces John Crocker down with a measured stare.]

You're pretty well known, Crocker. But you sure you could teach me a lesson, old man? I'm pretty quick on my feet.

[He tilts his head slightly to the side.]

Nothing has caught me yet.

[John's glasses almost seem to glint, his mustache twitching with the slightest trace of a smirk on his lips.]

[Quick on your feet, eh? Old man, eh??]

Hehehe...

[That laugh is the only warning Dave gets before a cream pie is rather unceremoniously, and surprisingly quickly thrown into his face. Where did that even come from?!]

[No, seriously, does he just carry cream pies around in his sylladex in the off chance he needs to cram one in someone's face? Is that really what's happening here?]

What was that now, sonny? Something about never being caught? You know, you shouldn't underestimate us old geezers. Still have plenty of... aces up our sleeves.

[Yes. He really did just pull a sleight of hand to produce an ace of spades from his sleeve when he said that. Literally thing that just happened. He flicks the card at Dave, still chuckling because he is clearly just the most clever little old man you ever met.]

I doubt that is the case. [[Seems you're not alone, mister Strider. But maybe a friendly face is welcome in this circumstance. The tall woman has a Gardevoir following her, both looking equally as elegant as the other with their arms crossed over their chests.]]

Creative guess, however.

You know me. I'm the guy that follows those ideas you get at 3 am that most sane people wouldn't. It's my gift. [His shoulders ease as he steps closer to her and puts away his katana in a flicker of light.]

Lovely of you to join us, sis. Some tiny clone of the legendary Jade English said this is poke world. Not that I'm surprised, the flaming unicorn gave it away.

[[She'd watched him for a little bit from her spot floating in the air a little ways away before wolf-whistling and landing, sauntering over to him.]]

Wow, you were right. You are a fox when you grow up. Not that I doubted that, but I hadn't really given how much of one much thought.

[[Hey there, Mister Strider. You probably recognize this little girl a little. Maybe not the godtier jammies but the rest of her should be pretty familiar.]]

[He arches an eyebrow as he regards the smaller Rose and looks a bit smug at her compliment.] Course you didn't. Hot like this is dangerous to consider, you'd burn up if you thought about it too much.

I wear anything fancy and people fall at my feet.

[The sword vanishes as he steps over to her with his hands slipping into his pockets. The jammies are new but he knows her well enough to trust her on appearance alone.]

It's in the genetics. We age like fine wine.

How are you, kid Rose.

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