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Where: Cherrygrove City
When: 07/01, evening
Summary: Koschei considers Johto. Also, I promise my tags aren't normally this ...long and rambly. IT JUST GOT AWAY FROM ME. And I'm fine with prose or action.
Rating: G? Subject to change.
Log:
Koschei wasn't entirely sure what to make of Johto; it was different, certainly, and very much not Gallifrey ― the comparative lack of rules and order was the primary difference, but not the only one. Whilst he wasn't what one would call a 'people person' ― far from it, in fact ― he did find himself missing the company of the Deca. He'd noticed, of course, that some people took to travelling groups, but Koschei couldn't say that he'd come across anyone that he could imagine himself travelling with. It would be easier, he supposed, if the majority of the people brought here didn't come across as quite so insipid.
Of course, the irony in his being given a Pokémon in the possession of psychic abilities ― and one that suffered for them no less ― hadn't escaped his notice. He was fully aware that his own abilities were greater and more impressive than his peers, but he'd never suffered for them. Not physically, at any rate. Several of the Cardinals had made passing remarks ― disparaging, reprimanding and in warning, all dependant on who was commenting, of course ― but that was about it. He was considered one of the brightest students the Academy currently had and as such, had a little leeway (some would say too much leeway ― Delox would, and many of his peers, but in the case of the latter, it was very much born of envy). It was their own fault, though ― if they were more daring, more adventurous, that little bit (or in several case, a lot) better, they'd be subject to the same favour.
Of course, it didn't mean that Koschei understood quite how he was here. He understood, in theory, how such an event could have been achieved and what it would have required, but he couldn't quite wrap his head around the mechanics; he was yet to receive the Rassilon Imprimature. He was incapable of surviving time travel ― space travel, yes, but time travel? No. It was― Koschei was loathe to label it as 'impossible', but it was near enough if one wasn't a Time Lord. Not to mention, of course, the sheer improbability of someone breaking through the transduction barriers and abducting him without it being noticed ― Time Aware races were few and far between, especially those with capabilities even approaching 'equal' to those of the Time Lords. Theta would find it hilarious, he was sure, but that knowledge wasn't what Koschei would class as a help.
The world itself was dull and uninteresting; it was typical of its class, as were the inhabitants ― the humanoids, that is. The Pokémon were slightly more interesting, but only slightly. They were animals, and the practice of making them (or allowing them to ― the difference didn't entirely matter) fight was barbaric, but not uncommon of primitive civilisations.
And, most irritatingly, it was quiet. There was absolutely nothing of particular interest. He imagined Ushas would find it fascinating on a rather basic level ― the Pokémon were different, and Theta―. Well, based on Theta's fascination with Earth, there was a chance he would, too. Unfortunately, Koschei was neither of them. Ordering animals about didn't rate overly highly on his idea of 'fun' or 'entertainment'.
He'd spent some of the morning and then a little of the afternoon training in the grass at the entrances and exits to the town, and at the water's edge. Again, it was overwhelmingly dull, but it did seem necessary, and it was a way to pass the time. The cold was unappealing and unwelcome, despite the fact that he was aware he'd spent time in colder parts of Gallifrey. Regardless, he'd managed to buy a coat which did make it easier.
As such, he was currently sat by the water's edge, watching the water with only a vague amount of interest, his mind elsewhere. He hadn't ever imagined that upon being free of Gallifrey ― even if this was only temporary ― he'd find himself wanting to be back there. Whilst blue water with a hint of green, reflecting the colours of the sun above and clouds in the sky was what one would normally expect of sea water, Koschei found himself comparing it to Gallifrey; it was a more volcanic planet, yes, but the scenery was far better to look at. A red sky with colours seeming to dance across it, TARDISes breaking through the transduction barrier causing little pockets of light and any and all light reflecting brilliantly off silver leaves. Comparatively, Johto was muted.
Leaning back, he looked up towards the sky. It was frustrating, recognising none of the stars above. Not a single constellation―. After a moment, he moved so that he was lying flat on his back. At least, he supposed, there were stars. After all, there were numerous planets with civilisations having progressed to a technological point where the sheer pollution of their day-to-day life had managed to all but obscure the stars.
It was, he conceded, a small plus for an otherwise backwards civilisation.
hypnotises) and OPENWhere: Cherrygrove City
When: 07/01, evening
Summary: Koschei considers Johto. Also, I promise my tags aren't normally this ...long and rambly. IT JUST GOT AWAY FROM ME. And I'm fine with prose or action.
Rating: G? Subject to change.
Log:
Koschei wasn't entirely sure what to make of Johto; it was different, certainly, and very much not Gallifrey ― the comparative lack of rules and order was the primary difference, but not the only one. Whilst he wasn't what one would call a 'people person' ― far from it, in fact ― he did find himself missing the company of the Deca. He'd noticed, of course, that some people took to travelling groups, but Koschei couldn't say that he'd come across anyone that he could imagine himself travelling with. It would be easier, he supposed, if the majority of the people brought here didn't come across as quite so insipid.
Of course, the irony in his being given a Pokémon in the possession of psychic abilities ― and one that suffered for them no less ― hadn't escaped his notice. He was fully aware that his own abilities were greater and more impressive than his peers, but he'd never suffered for them. Not physically, at any rate. Several of the Cardinals had made passing remarks ― disparaging, reprimanding and in warning, all dependant on who was commenting, of course ― but that was about it. He was considered one of the brightest students the Academy currently had and as such, had a little leeway (some would say too much leeway ― Delox would, and many of his peers, but in the case of the latter, it was very much born of envy). It was their own fault, though ― if they were more daring, more adventurous, that little bit (or in several case, a lot) better, they'd be subject to the same favour.
Of course, it didn't mean that Koschei understood quite how he was here. He understood, in theory, how such an event could have been achieved and what it would have required, but he couldn't quite wrap his head around the mechanics; he was yet to receive the Rassilon Imprimature. He was incapable of surviving time travel ― space travel, yes, but time travel? No. It was― Koschei was loathe to label it as 'impossible', but it was near enough if one wasn't a Time Lord. Not to mention, of course, the sheer improbability of someone breaking through the transduction barriers and abducting him without it being noticed ― Time Aware races were few and far between, especially those with capabilities even approaching 'equal' to those of the Time Lords. Theta would find it hilarious, he was sure, but that knowledge wasn't what Koschei would class as a help.
The world itself was dull and uninteresting; it was typical of its class, as were the inhabitants ― the humanoids, that is. The Pokémon were slightly more interesting, but only slightly. They were animals, and the practice of making them (or allowing them to ― the difference didn't entirely matter) fight was barbaric, but not uncommon of primitive civilisations.
And, most irritatingly, it was quiet. There was absolutely nothing of particular interest. He imagined Ushas would find it fascinating on a rather basic level ― the Pokémon were different, and Theta―. Well, based on Theta's fascination with Earth, there was a chance he would, too. Unfortunately, Koschei was neither of them. Ordering animals about didn't rate overly highly on his idea of 'fun' or 'entertainment'.
He'd spent some of the morning and then a little of the afternoon training in the grass at the entrances and exits to the town, and at the water's edge. Again, it was overwhelmingly dull, but it did seem necessary, and it was a way to pass the time. The cold was unappealing and unwelcome, despite the fact that he was aware he'd spent time in colder parts of Gallifrey. Regardless, he'd managed to buy a coat which did make it easier.
As such, he was currently sat by the water's edge, watching the water with only a vague amount of interest, his mind elsewhere. He hadn't ever imagined that upon being free of Gallifrey ― even if this was only temporary ― he'd find himself wanting to be back there. Whilst blue water with a hint of green, reflecting the colours of the sun above and clouds in the sky was what one would normally expect of sea water, Koschei found himself comparing it to Gallifrey; it was a more volcanic planet, yes, but the scenery was far better to look at. A red sky with colours seeming to dance across it, TARDISes breaking through the transduction barrier causing little pockets of light and any and all light reflecting brilliantly off silver leaves. Comparatively, Johto was muted.
Leaning back, he looked up towards the sky. It was frustrating, recognising none of the stars above. Not a single constellation―. After a moment, he moved so that he was lying flat on his back. At least, he supposed, there were stars. After all, there were numerous planets with civilisations having progressed to a technological point where the sheer pollution of their day-to-day life had managed to all but obscure the stars.
It was, he conceded, a small plus for an otherwise backwards civilisation.
Prose ok?
The faint light glinted off the frames of her glasses, and off metallic threads woven into her furisode and haori as she picked her way down carefully, geta clip-clopping softly with every step. She came down here for the solitude, and, as such, was rather surprised to see another person down her.
"Oh, I beg your pardon." You couldn't fault Nanao for being polite, that was for sure.
prose is absolutely fine! lmao
"It's not a problem," he murmured after a moment, looking round more fully to see who it was he was actually talking to. He wasn't personally familiar with the type of clothing she was wearing ― after all, Gallifreyans wore nothing similar ― but it had come up in various classes, of course. There were numerous civilisations that wore something similar, and Theta had made a point of introducing him and the other members of the Deca to the societies on Earth that wore them at various points throughout its history.
After a pause, Koschei spoke again; despite his tendency to mumble and murmur at times ― more out of habit than anything else, and generally, generally dependent on company ― he spoke well, as if he'd been brought up with constant reminders that ensuring people thought well of you was important and that speech and one's manner were of utmost importance to this end. That said, his tone carried a hint of amusement ― insincerity, perhaps ― hinting that perhaps he didn't take any of it as seriously as he was supposed to.
"I hope I'm not in your way."
Generally, though, he wasn't called on it.
excellent! ...why is it that I can see these two having some sort of ~deep~ talk about time/space?
"No, you aren't. I was just a little surprised to see others down here, especially at night." Nanao spoke evenly, hiding her distrust. She'd seen his posts, and he was obviously from a far more advanced society than most other inhabitants of Johto.
She saw that he'd gotten rid of his robes at some point, and was now dressed, well, snappily was perhaps a good word for it. She walked closer to the water's edge, mindful of the sinking sand.
"I see your pokemon isn't with you." A harmless sentence starter... Hopefully. She looked out at the ocean, and then, taking careful aim, cast out her line. Might as well continue with the original plan of training Hanatarou, despite the unexpected company.
aha because it would be awesome?
Koschei glanced up towards the sky, the cloud cover making the stars seem patchy in places. He genuinely couldn't understand why someone would want to stay in a town as small as this one. It had very little going for it. He supposed she might wish to train her Pokémon, much as he did, but even so. There were limits as to how long he'd want to stay in one place if training Pokémon was the only recreational activity available.
"It's not that late," he pointed out. That said, however, he hadn't expected to be interrupted either, so he couldn't deny that she had a point. "And either way, there's not much else to see here." Which was true enough ― he supposed that there really wasn't many other places someone could go in the town if they wanted to be outside.
At her comment regarding Pokémon, he reached a hand into the bag beside him and pulled out a Pokéball, holding it out somewhat lazily before putting it back in the bag only moments later. "I don't see much need in having it out permanently. And―." He paused, stretching his legs out in front of him. "It's kind of irritable," he admitted with a quick ― albeit cocky ― smile.
He watched her as she began to fish, his expression carefully neutral. He'd never fished before ― there had never been any need and, quite frankly, it had never appealed. He imagined it wasn't that difficult, not in a general sense, but it just seemed so... dull. A time waster. He'd always preferred doing more productive and practical things with his time ― even if his definitions of the words 'productive' and 'practical' were occasionally at odds with the definitions of those with more authority than himself.
it would be. and maybe it would answer some of nanao's questions about johto.
Nanao shot a glance back at him, and then back out at the ocean - at least he looked harmless enough, but then again, back home, she'd looked completely harmless, hadn't she, and that had proved to be the down fall of many an ill-advised suitor.
The line hadn't twitched, and so she reeled it back in with a heavy sigh - she wouldn't be doing this if there was an easier way to train up her Pokemon, but it just so happened that Magikarp were plentiful, and oh-so-easy targets. Once her Pokemon had reached the requisite level, she too would move on.
"Correct on both points, good sir." she agreed, casting the line with an experienced flick of the wrist. The beach was probably quite popular in summer, she supposed, but in winter the icy water was an able deterrant to fun-makers, and lo, the beach was deserted.
"I beg your pardon, but I don't think we've been introduced," she began, and gestured to herself. "I am Ise Nanao." She smiled, and Isane wiggled slightly in the air. "I can see your point in that. For instance, Isane here prefers the night, as she somehow metabolises moonlight, whereas the majority of my other Pokemon are diurnal."
That quick smile was met with an answering, knowing quirk. "Don't I know it. On my way here, I was pushed into more snowbanks than I care to remember by Isane and Kiyone. That certainly got old quickly." The line twitched, just once, lightly.
ahaha Koschei just believes that everything/everywhere conforms to his knowledge of the universe
However, he watched her fish somewhat idly, his interest perking up less at her query as to who he was ― an understandable question considering the situation, after all ― and more at her explanation as to the nature of her Pokémon and that it metabolised moonlight. Leaning towards it, he peered at it ― Isane ― closely, choosing to momentarily entirely ignore the lack of personal space (if, indeed, Pokémon interpreted personal space in quite the same way), his eyes reflecting his apparently inherent curiosity.
"That seems somewhat unusual," he murmured quietly, it being less than clear whether he was talking to Nanao or himself. Relaxing back into his former position, he spoke again, louder and more clearly. "―Oh, and I'm Koschei," he said by way of a comparatively belated introduction. 'Koschei' was the name he used at the Academy, the name he preferred to use. All students had been given a name that related to their filed position in the Matrix and social standing, but Koschei declined to use that as and when possible ― and as such, he used 'Koschei', even if it was more of a nickname than anything else these days. There was certainly no need to use any other name ― not even his family name, which he had absolutely no intention of revealing regardless.
As she shared her own relative tale of woe regarding her Pokémon, Koschei laughed. "Mine isn't that bad. It simply has a poor temperament." Koschei was, of course, conveniently ignoring the fact that his own temperament wasn't particularly great either.