And The Walls Came Tumbling Down

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Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 28 - 30
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
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older!Shaun Mars | Heavy Rain/Route-verse

[justlikehim]

[The young man is warding off the cold with a thick grey hoodie underneath a brown suede jacket, his breath curling into steam and his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Luckily, his face is kept mostly warm by the scruff that peppers his jaw. The red and white hat on his head has seen heavy love over the years, stitching worn smooth and in some places on the bill near to fraying.

He seems to be taking any and all weirdness totally in stride, as does the Floatzel who's a constant presence at his side. Out on the routes, he's most likely sitting astride an enormous but docile Arcanine. He's got a warm smile for everyone, despite the cold, but especially if he recognizes you!]

((OOC/Permissions: So since this Shaun has been in Route for 10+ years, the easiest way to handle it is: if your character is still in game, unless you specify otherwise, he'll respond as if they're still in Johto. If they've come back to visit for fourth wall, he'll obviously be happy to see them, and again unless said otherwise, will respond as if they're not in the Johto he's from.))

sorry not sorry

[codeforhope]

[This cold isn't something Chihiro is handling very well at the moment. His clothing is the absolute worst for it, for one thing- though he's wearing a...lovingly knit scarf by his Leavanny, meaning it's butt-ugly but he's got it on anyway- and incidentally he's on the back of his Arcanine as well. The Pokemon seems to be a lot larger than it really is with Chihiro perched on his shoulders, especially since he nearly seems to be disappearing in the fur around his neck.

He actually doesn't recognize the young man, at least from the distance. So what Shaun will see is a very small Dangan nestled in Hogosha's neck fur with a Flareon seated in his lap for extra warmth, the pair currently trying to get back to the house because wow we've been teleporting so much today...]

[justlikehim]

[Although less than half of Shaun's life by this point was spent in Philadelphia, being acclimated to those winters since he was an infant certainly helps.

As does having a gigantic firedog, honestly.

Blaze recognizes Chihiro before Shaun even sees him, excited at the sight of his fellow Arcanine and his trainer's friend, and he gives a happy yip of greeting, bounding forward so suddenly that Shaun has to adjust his grip to keep from falling off. He laughs.]

Blaze, come on, calm down, buddy!

[And then he sees who the other Arcanine's trainer is, and his expression lights up in recognition.]

Chihiro!

[codeforhope]

[Hogosha's ears prick at the sound of the sudden yip, but thankfully he knows better than to move too much, lest he jostle Chihiro off. Not like he has much to worry about, since he's hanging on like a koala anyway.]

H-huh?

[He shivers, peeking over the top of the Arcanine's head at the one approaching, carrying someone he still doesn't recognize. They clearly recognize him, though, by the way they said his name.

...then he gets a closer look at Blaze, but it's the Floatzel that really cinches it for him and causes him to gasp. He wants to ask if it's him, but...how? He just spoke to him not long ago, this can't be possible...]

[justlikehim]

[Susie bounces up to Hogosha, still pretty spry after over ten years. There's something about the Floatzel that seems older, but nowhere near an old lady. She gives a cheerful Floa! in greeting, raising a friendly paw to wave at Chihiro. Blaze stops and sniffs Hogosha, recognizing the smell of his friend but not quite at the same time. Shaun has a practiced balance, swaying appropriately to stay seated on Blaze's back.]

You look like you're freezing, are you okay?

[codeforhope]

I-

[He starts, shaking his head a little. He's okay, but...he's very confused. Suddenly the cold isn't the priority, here.]

Is that...really you, Shaun-kun?

[justlikehim]

[Shaun blinks for a minute, before beaming.]

Oh, yeah, it's me. I guess you wouldn't be as used to this yet, huh? Weird stuff always happens this time of year.

It kind of sounds like something out of a bad movie, right? Time travelers and stuff.

[codeforhope]

Somewhat, yes...

[Well now that he knows for sure that this is indeed Shaun, he smiles as well. Though for some reason he feels a little...shy, still peeking over the top of his Arcanine's head.]

You...you've grown.

[justlikehim]

[Well, Shaun is a lot taller now. But he's so used to the slightly more confident Chihiro of years in the future that he doesn't notice the extra shyness, since he remembers that Chihiro used to be much shyer.

He rubs his chin, scratching his beard sheepishly.]

Yeah, I guess I did.

[codeforhope]

[This is all very strange, but...interesting at the same time. He'll admit that much.]

Shaun-kun, are you....from the future, then?

[lieutenantantichrist]

[The Blake Shaun knows would be grayer, and mellowed by time and peaceful living. But there's no mistaking the guy and his Snubbull out on the route, blinking and looking disoriented.]

The hell...? Goddammit. Not again.

[He calls out to some guy on a firedog.] Hey! You! Where the hell is this?

[justlikehim]

[There's only so much that somebody Blake's age can change physically, and Shaun does indeed recognize the same gruff bearded jerk who tells him to get off his lawn when he brings pokepuffs for Steve.

Surprisingly, Shaun even has a smile for Blake.]

I think it's Route, uh... 37, looks like.

Hello to you too, Mr. Blake.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake grumbles to himself.] Great. You sit down and lock the door, and you still end up in the middle of nowhere.

[Steve makes an inquisitive noise. She trots up to the young man seated on the Arcanine and sniffs him. She sniffs him and sniffs him.

For Blake's part, his head jerks up when the guy calls him by name. He steps closer, frowning in concentration. There's something familiar here.] Do I know you, buddy?