azume | Week 1.

WEEK 1.

As Cynthia had promised, the sun does indeed rise the next morning.

Whether you slept or not (and sleeping inside the Pokémon Center you were in before seems totally fine by the attendant), it seems Cynthia kept her word; she left sometime shortly before sunrise, and you haven't been bothered by Team Galactic and those that work for it in the interim.

It isn't advisable to return to the headquarters building, however. At least not for the time being.

However, a new day does dawn, and with it comes the knowledge that you're in an unfamiliar city, completely on your own. There are several things to be done before you can leave: gathering supplies and provisions, finding maps, obtaining new clothes...

Of course, your new "companions" are still with you, and they don't seem willing to leave your side; they'll follow you dutifully, but they still seem...wrong, horribly so, and it doesn't seem to be wearing off. Maybe if you work with them a little...? Try to talk to them, train them, teach them to do things... Who knows? It might do them some good.

CURRENT LOCATION: VEILSTONE CITY
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[ Mmm! ... You know in light of that. Her plan changes after a certain point. Namely, she's going to do this whole ask at public residences thing to make a quick and dirty census. See if she can get some sort of rough headcount of people, how many houses have spare beds, how many people are in the streets or in the department store, the Center, etc. ]

[Well, noticeably the department store only has the bare minimum number of people in it to keep it running. The Center seems to be the same way; there are a few attendants there, and while shifts do change, there don't seem to be any other employees at the front desk at any time. The gym seems completely empty, as does the Game Corner. There are a few people on the streets, but not as many as one would expect in a city this size; again, spare beds aren't a problem in this city.]

[ . . . Mmm.

You know what, she's going to ask. This census takes up most of her day, of course, so she's going to go back to one of the first houses she went to, apologize for bothering them, and then ask if they know anyone who works at the Galactic building up there? ]

[They do, yes.]

[ Does it employ many people in town? ]

[It employs people who need it.]

[ I mean she can't help but repeat "who... need it?" ~~I'm sorry we got in pseudo-dialogue~~ ]

[Yes.

~~it's cool don't worry about it~~]

[ What... or rather, why do they need to go there? ]

[It's better that way.]

[ . . . she hesitates but ...

then asks "No I... why is that? Would you be willing to tell me?" ]

[Do you doubt that it is?]

[ she is in a strange position here. It would be wise simply to deny. But she... can't. Not completely. And so she says instead,

"I simply don't understand, that's all." ]

[The response isn't through being cagey or unwilling to answer, nor is it through genuine curiosity; rather, it's given in the sort of way a machine would try to resolve a problem, to find the source of error in the logic presented.

"Where are you from, that you don't understand?"]

[ Seeing no reason to be dishonest - no, rather - she won't be dishonest. She answers,

"A far off land called Hyrule. I am new to this land, and to its people." ]

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[That seems...good enough, really.

"People need to go there because it will save them. It will give them a purpose, and cure their imperfections."]

[ . . . Mmm

"Do they return from there, to their families? Once their... once they've been corrected? " ]

["It gives them a purpose."]

[ Goddess this is all so...

"If that... if that is so, why do more people not venture there?" ]

["If we are chosen, then we do."]

[ One hand balls into a fist at her side. She can't help it, her tensions running eye, her nostrils flaring just a little as indignation, a righteous feeling rises within her. When they are chosen, to give them purpose? It's so... But her voice remains calm, if a little bit more stilted as she asks,

"Chosen to become a member of Team Galactic?" ]

["Yes. It's an honor."]

[ . . .

"Are you happy with your life?" She asks before she can stop herself, and then quietly adds, her anger deflating only a little bit, "... I apologize for asking so many questions." ]

[There's just staring.

"Concerns like that are imperfections. They get in the way of what really matters."]

[ "I ask regardless... but if you do not wish to answer, that... is also fine. I am aware of my imposition." ]

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