And The Walls Came Tumbling Down

[these_guys]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 28 - 30
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[clockworktorch]

[Excuse he has more important things to do with his time than mingle with the common folk, obviously.]

Alright then, don't tell me. I don't particularly care either way.

[nailed_it]

[She gives an exasperated sigh.

This is purely for the sake of that poor Torchic stuck with you as a trainer, Roman, otherwise you'd be on your own, you big wad.]

It's simple. There're animals in this world called Pokemon. People here keep them as companions, but a lot of them also teach them how to fight. They're the trainers.

[She pauses to allow herself a small smile, scritching a finger under Zhu's chin, the bird making a happy trilling coo at the gesture.]

Zhu is my pokemon, and I'm his trainer.

[Her expression shifts back to mild irritation as she glances back at Torchwick and points at the Torchic standing by his shoe.]

That is your pokemon and you are her trainer.

[At least so far as that Torchic seems to be concerned anyway.]

[clockworktorch]

[You know, Yang, he'll just give you his bird. Seriously. He doesn't want it.

The Torchic gives a short nod of agreement, hopping a little closer to his leg. See? You should listen to your friend more.]

And you're just going to accept that? You aren't, I don't know...concerned that we suddenly aren't in Vale anymore?

[nailed_it]

[That's just fine with her. She'll stand back and laugh while Torchwick gets attacked by every pokemon from here to the next town. Because she's willing to bet Roman probably doesn't know about the whole, "Stay out of the tall grass," thing either.

Unsurprisingly, that remark does not make her happy.]

Did I say I wasn't concerned?

[Seriously, does this face look unconcerned to you?]

I don't know why I'm suddenly here instead of Vale or what caused it, but I'm going to get answers.

[And to do that she has to play by the rules here. ...For now anyway.]

[clockworktorch]

[...Why should he stay out of the tall grass.]

Oh, well, be my guest! But you're not going to find out much. None of these people seem to know what to say, that or they're just being vague because they can.

[nailed_it]

[No reason.]

Maybe you just haven't been asking the right people the right way.

[Not that she's had any sort of luck getting some answers on that subject either, but she's had years of on-going practice at this. She's incredibly confident she'll get them in good time though.]

[clockworktorch]

Oh sure, so it's my fault. I'll be sure to let you know when the next mindless citizen tells me something that doesn't amount to 'it is because it is'.

[nailed_it]

[She actually has to laugh at that. Roman Torchwick, you are a whinerrrr.]

Do you seriously think the same thing wouldn't happen if weird people started showing up suddenly in Vale?

If some stranger ran up to you on the streets back home and asked you questions about where they were, or why we have monsters called Grimm, and why we use Dust to fight them, what kind of answers would you have?

[This is assuming, Roman, that in that hypothetical scenario, you're not the cause of the whole thing.

She smirks a little.]

Go on. Use your imagination and tell me what the average citizen in Vale would answer, hmm?

[She realizes she's asking a lot here: 1) for Roman to actually put himself in someone else's shoes for 5 seconds and 2) assuming he actually has an imagination.]

[clockworktorch]

[It seems that Roman has taken that personally enough that he isn't even going to make the attempt. Instead he just scowls at Yang, giving an exaggerated roll of his eyes.]

Never miiind, I get it.

[And no, if he had something to do with this, he would have made sure he didn't end up on the wrong end of the space time continuum.]

But you have to agree that none of this makes any sense. If this happens a lot, you'd think somebody would've looked into why it's happening by now.

[nailed_it]

[Yang folds her arms again. Seriously, why is she bothering again?]

I'm sure somebody has. Or is. It's just a matter of finding them.

[Or just looking into the problem on one's own. Honestly, that's her dual goal for right now anyway.]

[clockworktorch]

[Somehow, he feels like asking that sort of thing on the public Network in this place would just get him laughed off it. A lot of people probably ask that same question, constantly.]

And that may take a while.

[At least he doesn't have to stay in a hotel because- naturally- he's a Rocket. But still, ugh.]

[nailed_it]

[Public networks are for nerds people who don't want to go and talk to people face to face. She'll be keeping an eye on the network but she's not expecting anything too useful to come from it.

All the same, she can't help a small lop-sided smile as she lifts her chin up in a prideful way.]

That's fine. I can be patient.

[Can be, anyway. She'd certainly prefer to get answers quickly, but sometimes these things take time. Good things to those who wait and all. Especially if those good things come in the form of a fist to the face of whoever's responsible for kidnapping her.]