There's plenty of reason for her to be upset right now, really, and for once exactly none of it has to do with the man she knows as Nietzsche. There's the fact that she's been displaced from where she's supposed to be (again), leaving her in the uncomfortable position of being forced to wonder where in the world she is; there's also the fact that she's evidently been locked in to this strange and unknown place, and where she might otherwise be caught up with fascination in the possible history of it all, that particular fact is making the setting feel a bit more like a prison than she's entirely comfortable with.
But the key reason she's upset, of course, is that like everyone else, she's since discovered that her Pokemon are gone. All of her Pokemon are gone. Miles is gone. Chief is gone.
Zack is gone.
She's never been one to handle that sort of thing well. She's supposed to be the one abandoning others, not the other way around. But her Pokemon are gone and she doesn't know what's happened and the only thing she can think of to do about it is move.
And it's in the course of that movement that she happens to stumble across Nietzsche, who seems to be examining the tapestries in that long foreboding hallway, and she's simultaneously saddened that he's evidently here too, and selfishly relieved that, well. He's here, too.
She knows he'll sense her approach if she gets too close, no matter how quiet she tries to be, so she comes in as close as she can without being noticed and then forces the concentration necessary to make her words come out in the language he knows as Drachskij. That's as good a calling card as if she'd signed her name, or used his.]
What do you see?
[She's surprised when making the words come out the way she wants them takes barely any effort at all.]
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There's plenty of reason for her to be upset right now, really, and for once exactly none of it has to do with the man she knows as Nietzsche. There's the fact that she's been displaced from where she's supposed to be (again), leaving her in the uncomfortable position of being forced to wonder where in the world she is; there's also the fact that she's evidently been locked in to this strange and unknown place, and where she might otherwise be caught up with fascination in the possible history of it all, that particular fact is making the setting feel a bit more like a prison than she's entirely comfortable with.
But the key reason she's upset, of course, is that like everyone else, she's since discovered that her Pokemon are gone. All of her Pokemon are gone. Miles is gone. Chief is gone.
Zack is gone.
She's never been one to handle that sort of thing well. She's supposed to be the one abandoning others, not the other way around. But her Pokemon are gone and she doesn't know what's happened and the only thing she can think of to do about it is move.
And it's in the course of that movement that she happens to stumble across Nietzsche, who seems to be examining the tapestries in that long foreboding hallway, and she's simultaneously saddened that he's evidently here too, and selfishly relieved that, well. He's here, too.
She knows he'll sense her approach if she gets too close, no matter how quiet she tries to be, so she comes in as close as she can without being noticed and then forces the concentration necessary to make her words come out in the language he knows as Drachskij. That's as good a calling card as if she'd signed her name, or used his.]
What do you see?
[She's surprised when making the words come out the way she wants them takes barely any effort at all.]