Phoenixsong
beep beep coming through
- Pronoun
- she/they/any
Jade's ears were filled with whistling and sighing she could barely understand, and then they were filled with calls and chattering she could barely understand.
Nothing... sinister, though? No ominous messages or wordless whispers from the wind singing through a warped dungeon. Only the myriad half-heard conversations of pedestrians as they swept through a city on a weekend afternoon.
And not just pedestrians, but human pedestrians. (Humans that seemed less tall than they should have been, compared to a meowth... if Jade were to look down at herself, she'd appear to be back in her original body.) There were pokémon, sure, tagging along behind trainers or chatting while perched on a railing or going about their own business—no sign of any of the pokémon she'd entered Whisperwind Comb with—but predominantly humans, hurrying back and forth between buildings as modern and as familiar in purpose as the ones Jade knew back home.
Maybe even more familiar than that. Not identical, perhaps, but if she looked beyond the passersby she'd catch some sights adjacent to things she'd recognize. A multi-story department store dominating the view to the northwest. Signs pointing League hopefuls toward a grass-type gym further south, with an image of a rainbow-hued badge. Just a few feet away, some sort of casino or gambling parlor. (She might've been a little less familiar with the building attached to the casino, or at least with the big cartoon meowth dominating the sign. LUCK E. KOBAN's Family Fun GAME CORNER! it declared, the sunglasses-sporting cat smirking out over the flickering letters and brandishing a floppy slice of pizza.)
The weekend bustle paid Jade no mind, pathing smoothly around her without breaking stride, like they were just barely registering her presence. She couldn't really see them, either, if she tried focusing on their faces. Except for... there, a tan-skinned preteen girl in a red jacket, jogging down the sidewalk straight toward her. Waving, even, with her other arm hugging a giggling cleffa to her chest.
"Sorry for the wait!" she said, panting a little from the exertion of catching up. "She wanted a snack, but of course she hates the stuff they serve in there." The cleffa in her arms burbled cheerfully up at Jade in between nibbles of candy. "Not that I get why you picked this place, either... hasn't exactly gotten any less lame since we were eight." A snort, and an eyeroll at the sign above them. "But hey, you're the one who's visiting, so it's your call!"
Nothing... sinister, though? No ominous messages or wordless whispers from the wind singing through a warped dungeon. Only the myriad half-heard conversations of pedestrians as they swept through a city on a weekend afternoon.
And not just pedestrians, but human pedestrians. (Humans that seemed less tall than they should have been, compared to a meowth... if Jade were to look down at herself, she'd appear to be back in her original body.) There were pokémon, sure, tagging along behind trainers or chatting while perched on a railing or going about their own business—no sign of any of the pokémon she'd entered Whisperwind Comb with—but predominantly humans, hurrying back and forth between buildings as modern and as familiar in purpose as the ones Jade knew back home.
Maybe even more familiar than that. Not identical, perhaps, but if she looked beyond the passersby she'd catch some sights adjacent to things she'd recognize. A multi-story department store dominating the view to the northwest. Signs pointing League hopefuls toward a grass-type gym further south, with an image of a rainbow-hued badge. Just a few feet away, some sort of casino or gambling parlor. (She might've been a little less familiar with the building attached to the casino, or at least with the big cartoon meowth dominating the sign. LUCK E. KOBAN's Family Fun GAME CORNER! it declared, the sunglasses-sporting cat smirking out over the flickering letters and brandishing a floppy slice of pizza.)
The weekend bustle paid Jade no mind, pathing smoothly around her without breaking stride, like they were just barely registering her presence. She couldn't really see them, either, if she tried focusing on their faces. Except for... there, a tan-skinned preteen girl in a red jacket, jogging down the sidewalk straight toward her. Waving, even, with her other arm hugging a giggling cleffa to her chest.
"Sorry for the wait!" she said, panting a little from the exertion of catching up. "She wanted a snack, but of course she hates the stuff they serve in there." The cleffa in her arms burbled cheerfully up at Jade in between nibbles of candy. "Not that I get why you picked this place, either... hasn't exactly gotten any less lame since we were eight." A snort, and an eyeroll at the sign above them. "But hey, you're the one who's visiting, so it's your call!"
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