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Cresselia92
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Kotone let out a tiny yelp as she was lifted off the ground and found herself dangling, her hind legs kicking the air as a reflex.
“Uuuuum thanks? Definitely feeling much lighter like this, heh…” she said with a sheepish grin, her gaze drifting to her shadow on the floor. The Buneary quickly redirected her gaze to the chimera. “Still, oooh! Nova! Like a star! That makes more sense, yup!” Her smile turned genuine and toothy. “It’s a lovely name~!”
Apparently forgetting the bizarre situation, Kotone tilted her head up and down to better check out the chimera in front of her. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’re you exactly? I’ve seen all kinda unique ‘mons, including living bolts that could merge into huuuge golems of molten metal, but you’re the most unique of them all!”
“Uuuuum thanks? Definitely feeling much lighter like this, heh…” she said with a sheepish grin, her gaze drifting to her shadow on the floor. The Buneary quickly redirected her gaze to the chimera. “Still, oooh! Nova! Like a star! That makes more sense, yup!” Her smile turned genuine and toothy. “It’s a lovely name~!”
Apparently forgetting the bizarre situation, Kotone tilted her head up and down to better check out the chimera in front of her. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’re you exactly? I’ve seen all kinda unique ‘mons, including living bolts that could merge into huuuge golems of molten metal, but you’re the most unique of them all!”
Cresselia92
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Kotone’s ears twitched with interest. “Type: Full Silvally…” she murmured as she was lowered on Nova’s back. She instinctively pressed her forepaws on the dark pelt (Was it a pelt? It felt kind of fluffy! Or was it fluffy?) for balance. “That’s an odd term for a species! Like, how’s a type supposed to be ‘full’? Aren’t all types full in their own way? But then, maybe Silvally stands for ‘silver alloy’, which may be because…”
She blinked, then began giggling softly and waving a paw. “Oh, don’t mind my weird rambling! It’s just… I get very curious whenever I see a new species, ‘s all. I’ll stop now!”
But even as Kotone stopped running her mouth, she was still very intrigued by Nova’s figure, and now that she was on his back, she saw some sort of… disk connected to his beak, which was also made of some kind of metal. So, between a furred body with some feathers and chitin and that stripe of hard metal… Was Nova a cyborg?! Like those experiments found in those cautionary beware-of-science tales? He surely had some experiment-y vibes.
Regardless, Nova seemed nice, and that was what mattered!
“Anyway! You’re one of the first Wayfarers, right?” she asked, aiming the conversation in another direction. “What partner did your world send here?”
She blinked, then began giggling softly and waving a paw. “Oh, don’t mind my weird rambling! It’s just… I get very curious whenever I see a new species, ‘s all. I’ll stop now!”
But even as Kotone stopped running her mouth, she was still very intrigued by Nova’s figure, and now that she was on his back, she saw some sort of… disk connected to his beak, which was also made of some kind of metal. So, between a furred body with some feathers and chitin and that stripe of hard metal… Was Nova a cyborg?! Like those experiments found in those cautionary beware-of-science tales? He surely had some experiment-y vibes.
Regardless, Nova seemed nice, and that was what mattered!
“Anyway! You’re one of the first Wayfarers, right?” she asked, aiming the conversation in another direction. “What partner did your world send here?”
Cresselia92
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Kotone felt her ears falling on her back and her smile faltering. “…Oh. That’s a shame. Not the fact that you’re man-made, that’s cool! The… other thing.”
Granted, Silver had told her that having too many Wayfarers running around was detrimental to the world and could have serious (if not catastrophic) consequences, so having one less Wayfarer probably wasn’t a bad thing…?
But no matter how much pragmatism could be used to justify that circumstance, it didn’t change the fact that everyone had their own partner, and Nova was… alone. How did it feel like to be an outlier in the team?
“And, um, are you doing alright?” she asked softly, giving a few reassuring pats on Nova’s back.
Granted, Silver had told her that having too many Wayfarers running around was detrimental to the world and could have serious (if not catastrophic) consequences, so having one less Wayfarer probably wasn’t a bad thing…?
But no matter how much pragmatism could be used to justify that circumstance, it didn’t change the fact that everyone had their own partner, and Nova was… alone. How did it feel like to be an outlier in the team?
“And, um, are you doing alright?” she asked softly, giving a few reassuring pats on Nova’s back.
Cresselia92
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Oh. That was certainly a far more positive answer than Kotone had expected. So Nova was either taking it as “it is how it is”, or maybe he didn’t even have a compatible partner that his world could supply. She didn’t quite know what to think of the implications of that second scenario, but if Nova was okay like this, then everything was okay!
“If you’re happy like this,” Kotone started, her voice regaining her usual cheer, and she pumped her fists, “In any case! I’m gonna do my best so that we can be great partners, so that we can help this world together with the others!”
The Buneary studied the various ‘mons walking through the street, both tall and short. Once more, there was already quite the crowd, which made her grateful that Nova was carrying her around. He certainly was impossible not to notice.
“You mentioned earlier you’re a man-made ‘mon,” she said, waving her legs absentmindedly, and her eyes sparkled. “I bet you can do a lot of really cool stuff! What can you do?”
“If you’re happy like this,” Kotone started, her voice regaining her usual cheer, and she pumped her fists, “In any case! I’m gonna do my best so that we can be great partners, so that we can help this world together with the others!”
The Buneary studied the various ‘mons walking through the street, both tall and short. Once more, there was already quite the crowd, which made her grateful that Nova was carrying her around. He certainly was impossible not to notice.
“You mentioned earlier you’re a man-made ‘mon,” she said, waving her legs absentmindedly, and her eyes sparkled. “I bet you can do a lot of really cool stuff! What can you do?”
Cresselia92
Monster Coach
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Kotone’s expression morphed from curiosity to realization, and her paws flew to her mouth. “Oooh! You mean like Protean? That’s awesome!”
The Buneary tilted her head to look at Nova’s bag. Gosh, even that thing was bigger than her tiny rabbit body! How was she going to open it? Not the least deterred by that challenge, she leaned toward the bag and extended her paw, tracing the rim of the lid in an attempt to take a peek, while letting her mind bounce wild.
How did the type shift work? Since Nova had bizarre body parts, maybe his DNA let him change his body to adapt? Something cooler than a Kecleon’s Color Change?
Oh! Maybe Nova would have acquired a slick fire mane and would have been sooo warm with a Fire Disk? No, no, wait, even better! Was he going to grow giant angel wings as a Flying-type? Or… oooh! Oh gosh, yes! Maybe he would have sprouted fins and gills if he touched a Water Disk? Then, what about—?
But her imaginative bubble popped abruptly when she lost her balance and slipped off of Nova, aimed straight toward the bag.
“Eeek!” was all she could squeal as she landed inside the bag, feeling all kinds of items pressing and smushing against her.
The Buneary rubbed her paws in embarrassment, wondering what she could say about her mishap, when her crepuscular eyes let her spot a stack of shiny, round surfaces. She quickly grabbed a random disk and poked her head out of the bag, before slipping her paw carrying the disk.
“Dunno what type this is, but, um, could you show me your type change, please? I’m so curious!” she pleaded, wagging her tail (even if she knew Nova couldn’t see it).
The Buneary tilted her head to look at Nova’s bag. Gosh, even that thing was bigger than her tiny rabbit body! How was she going to open it? Not the least deterred by that challenge, she leaned toward the bag and extended her paw, tracing the rim of the lid in an attempt to take a peek, while letting her mind bounce wild.
How did the type shift work? Since Nova had bizarre body parts, maybe his DNA let him change his body to adapt? Something cooler than a Kecleon’s Color Change?
Oh! Maybe Nova would have acquired a slick fire mane and would have been sooo warm with a Fire Disk? No, no, wait, even better! Was he going to grow giant angel wings as a Flying-type? Or… oooh! Oh gosh, yes! Maybe he would have sprouted fins and gills if he touched a Water Disk? Then, what about—?
But her imaginative bubble popped abruptly when she lost her balance and slipped off of Nova, aimed straight toward the bag.
“Eeek!” was all she could squeal as she landed inside the bag, feeling all kinds of items pressing and smushing against her.
The Buneary rubbed her paws in embarrassment, wondering what she could say about her mishap, when her crepuscular eyes let her spot a stack of shiny, round surfaces. She quickly grabbed a random disk and poked her head out of the bag, before slipping her paw carrying the disk.
“Dunno what type this is, but, um, could you show me your type change, please? I’m so curious!” she pleaded, wagging her tail (even if she knew Nova couldn’t see it).
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Ambyssin
Uh oh! Back to the lab again!
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Much a like parent bird with a chick, Nova grabbed the buneary with his beak and hefted her and the Memory Drive she held out of his bag and onto his back. Nova took the disk from her.
Rock. Not the worst pull for this environment.
His drive opened and ejected the Fire Memory. Nova tilted his head to return the disk back to his bag. The vibrant reds in his head and tail fin faded to a cool turquoise, only to shift again to a dusty tan when he put the Rock Memory into the drive.
"I prefer function over form, so you're not going to see anything glamorous."
Rock. Not the worst pull for this environment.
His drive opened and ejected the Fire Memory. Nova tilted his head to return the disk back to his bag. The vibrant reds in his head and tail fin faded to a cool turquoise, only to shift again to a dusty tan when he put the Rock Memory into the drive.
"I prefer function over form, so you're not going to see anything glamorous."