Arlert the Hoothoot perched and leaning like a palm tree overhead, at sunset; she and the tree and the beach are all cast in shadows, with the brilliant seas painted in striking scarlets.
Libera the Gogoat daintily balanced on a stone over a slow flowing portion of a river, her reflection captured perfectly along with the brilliant blue of a reflected sky, with a Sobble clutching the saddle horn and peering down at their reflections with wide eyed interest.
A Honedge side by side with a Rockruff, who is studying what the Honedge is drawing in the dirt with a look of complete concentration.
Lute, sleeping with his chin resting in a lap, presumably Annie's.
Jeager the Litleo wrestling with Ackerman, the Primerina, who has him pinned and is staring down at him with a look of censure.
An Aurorus, Hoover, settled into a lake and bathing, with Arlert perched on her back. ]
He takes his time, looking through the pictures, studying the unfamiliar monsters, wondering about their abilities, guessing at their typing...
...And reminiscing about familiar ones. Specifically:]
shield lady had a sword like that. i dont know what happened to it when she left. she left me her spike dog and her wrestle bird.
[He misses Athena, but thinking about her doesn't make him feel gutted the way thinking about Jean and Bert does. He knows she's alive and well on Pandora, even despite Lilith's attempted firing squad. He doesn't know what the future has in store for Jean, but he suspects it's not good. And Bert...
Is there anywhere that even believes in weapons here... it feels like the most you see are knives, and even then I'm not sure anyone can actually order them.
[Armin's voice sounds slightly thin, like someone trying to force a hoarse voice to be even and neutral, trying to keep far too many emotions at bay and, quite frankly, not being all that successful at it.
Which means that Krieg probably already knows exactly why Armin is calling.]
[We are all feeling shitty on this terrible, unblessed day.
And honestly, Armin'd get not wanting to talk. He doesn't really want to talk. He wants to tuck away somewhere private and quiet and yell into his knees. And maybe definitely cry. But he needs to make sure of a few things first. And that does necessitate the exchange of information via an oral medium.]
You've heard. [It's not a question; just a statement. Krieg's voice has already told him enough.] ... this sucks.
[Which is putting it very mildly, but to be honest, Armin doesn't even have any better words for it. He's too tired and hurt to think of them. And in any case, he doesn't think they'd cover this feeling anyway.]
[Man, look at these good conversation boys converse. They're really straining their devices' abilities to transmit sound, what with all this conversation.]
How do they... wait, I know how they cut down trees. Was there something historically that prevented this world from having people develop sensible defense and practical technologies? They have to have plows, no one plants just by hand, but even shovels don't seem that edge-sharp...
[She meandered her way back eventually and was considering going out to Pewter City for fossil things...but now, who knows when she'll make it out there?]
[Lets imagine they are off roaming the land and living their best life. It might not be true, but it is a nice thought.]
Oh, good. I mean, not good. I-- you understand what I mean.
[It's not good that Jean's departure necessitates them having any of his mons, but if he is gone, it's good that Krieg ended up with two of his most precious pokemon.]
How are they doing? Are they-- Is Blitz giving you a lot of trouble?
[And cranky, and Krieg has a couple of new electrical burns to show off, but that's now how he defines "trouble", and anyway, it's Blitz so it's to be expected.]
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