✦¹ Intro | but the cat came back the very next day [ Might not be first time Nanu woke up in a graveyard, but would be the first time he woke up in one without Acerola peering over his head and interrupting his nap, someone who'd drag him to graveyards just for fun. No Acerola here, no sunny Alolan sky behind her. No, this place was dark and deary, contrasted only by the conspicuous amount of white gardenias under him. Come to think of it she'd probably like it for that too, but the unease of unfamiliarity creeps up the back of his neck like a cold chill. ]
...Acerola? [ He tiredly mutters as he rises from the stone slab he was resting on. No answer. He tries again, louder and firmer. ] Acerola. [ Nothing. No, not Alola at all. Quick personal assessment; no cuts or bruises but a minor lapse in memory between here and before. He was on a train and... now this. He checks his pockets--all his Pokeballs were gone except for one... but in addition he feels something else. A phone? It's a phone. He peaks down his shirt--Darkinium's still there but there's three faintly red glowing numbers on his chest right below where it hangs from his neck, illuminating the dark crystal. 418. They don't hurt but they don't belong there, for sure. Not his triple digits. ]
Cripes. [ His back hits the tombstone again, already exhausted by these discoveries. Instead he scowls at the dark sky for several long moments as if whatever brought him here could see it... or bitterly, if Tapu Bulu could. ]
[ Eventually he rises fully to his feet, joints softly crackling from the effort. To his own credit, if he were any more bear or bird he looks like he'd fit in with the aesthetic of this place; Nanu's a pale, morbid looking man with red eyes and dark clothes and walks with a lazy hunch. There's no obvious rush in his steps but make no mistake his ears are on high alert for anyone other than him as he wanders. ]
If I'm dead I hope it was from the sushi last night.
✦² New phone who dis [ After getting his bearings and doing his own exploration he decides to make prudent use of his new phone. The directory catches his attention, at least until he finds his own profile plastered on there. The irony is palpable to a former intelligence officer. Thanks, he hates it. ]
Still wrapping my head around a lot of this but anyone know what guardians or spirits or gods or whatever you want to call 'em around here are the ornery types? Require sacrifices or prayers? Wasn't inclined to upset the ones back home, not inclined to do it on accident here, especially since the cemetery isn't seeing so much business.
✦³ Sacrifice a chicken to the lord of light [ The thing about cats is they need to eat, and Pokechow wasn't exactly lining the shelves of the shops here. Nanu knows Persian can fend for herself and trusts her to not go overboard with the local fauna, but unbeknownst to him she'd been feeling the affliction before him, perhaps as an unfortunate result of having to otherwise chow down on some diseased looking rodents. Her hunger grows as does her agitation, and that chicken coop starts looking more and more enticing each passing day. She slips away from Nanu just long enough and by the time he nears the barn it's too late. There a screech of chickens, the crunch of bone, and then the panic feathered scuttle flutter of dozens of angry birds.
Nanu runs in to catch the culprit red-handed... or red-mouthed, as it were. ] Persian! That's too much! [ He tries to wrest the chicken from her mouth but as soon as it's apparent it's not salvageable he gives up. More disturbing, she also turns to snarl and snap at him, mouth full of blood and feathers. He immediately recalls her into her Pokeball. With the large target gone, the chickens all turn their ire on Nanu. Cassy Cassatt watches all of this unfold, horrified, then shrieks at him with angry trills and chirps, "GET OUT! GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR MONSTER CAT AROUND HERE EVER AGAIN!"
He doesn't need to be told twice, hikes his black over-shirt up over his neck and does his best to cover his face with his arms as he bolts out of there. What a sorry sight to witness.
The chickens have every right to be angry and for that reason Nanu's escape is one of obvious self-flagellation. He doesn't hustle, doesn't fight back, makes only half-hearted attempts to protect himself, and jogs only as fast as the chickens batter him to do so. Claws and beaks puncture his skin. He bleeds. He never wanted this to happen of course but were it not for his sloth and apathy he could have done better to prevent this fairly obvious risk. The numbers on his chest go up just a tiny bit, 428.
However, the moment he sees someone (maybe that's you) walking his way he does break out into a real and deceptively fast run. He's had enough collateral damage for one day and waves his arms.] GO. RUN. [ He'll literally push you into the nearest house, home, or door. ]
✦⁴ Into the woods and down the dell [ With Nanu banned from the barn and Persian banned to her Pokeball he's more invested in trying to find a cure for this illness. On Alola that would frequently mean looking for medicinal herbs and so runs on the dim hope maybe there's something worth finding in the those creepy foreboding woods. It'd be a lot easier with Persian's nose but he'll just have to rely on his Kahuna intuition in the mean time. Nothing weird about an old man poking around the base of trees or sitting on his haunches for a prolonged period of time taking way too much interest in something in the grass.
Obviously that means he needs to be accosted by a friend or a monster. Or maybe both. ]
✦⁵ used Metronome | wildcard [ Like these prompts but want to tweak them a little? Go for it. Want to just hang out and pet Persian before she gets too sick? Get a drink at ye olde spooky tavern? Mistake Nanu for the gravekeeper while investigating the cemetery? Interrupt Nanu napping somewhere incredibly inconvenient? Maybe napping more conveniently and sick-ly at the clinic? WHATEVER YOU WANT don't let dreams be dreams, etc. ]
Nanu | Pokemon
[ Might not be first time Nanu woke up in a graveyard, but would be the first time he woke up in one without Acerola peering over his head and interrupting his nap, someone who'd drag him to graveyards just for fun. No Acerola here, no sunny Alolan sky behind her. No, this place was dark and deary, contrasted only by the conspicuous amount of white gardenias under him. Come to think of it she'd probably like it for that too, but the unease of unfamiliarity creeps up the back of his neck like a cold chill. ]
...Acerola? [ He tiredly mutters as he rises from the stone slab he was resting on. No answer. He tries again, louder and firmer. ] Acerola. [ Nothing. No, not Alola at all. Quick personal assessment; no cuts or bruises but a minor lapse in memory between here and before. He was on a train and... now this. He checks his pockets--all his Pokeballs were gone except for one... but in addition he feels something else. A phone? It's a phone. He peaks down his shirt--Darkinium's still there but there's three faintly red glowing numbers on his chest right below where it hangs from his neck, illuminating the dark crystal. 418. They don't hurt but they don't belong there, for sure. Not his triple digits. ]
Cripes. [ His back hits the tombstone again, already exhausted by these discoveries. Instead he scowls at the dark sky for several long moments as if whatever brought him here could see it... or bitterly, if Tapu Bulu could. ]
[ Eventually he rises fully to his feet, joints softly crackling from the effort. To his own credit, if he were any more bear or bird he looks like he'd fit in with the aesthetic of this place; Nanu's a pale, morbid looking man with red eyes and dark clothes and walks with a lazy hunch. There's no obvious rush in his steps but make no mistake his ears are on high alert for anyone other than him as he wanders. ]
If I'm dead I hope it was from the sushi last night.
✦² New phone who dis
[ After getting his bearings and doing his own exploration he decides to make prudent use of his new phone. The directory catches his attention, at least until he finds his own profile plastered on there. The irony is palpable to a former intelligence officer. Thanks, he hates it. ]
Still wrapping my head around a lot of this but anyone know what guardians or spirits or gods or whatever you want to call 'em around here are the ornery types? Require sacrifices or prayers? Wasn't inclined to upset the ones back home, not inclined to do it on accident here, especially since the cemetery isn't seeing so much business.
✦³ Sacrifice a chicken to the lord of light
[ The thing about cats is they need to eat, and Pokechow wasn't exactly lining the shelves of the shops here. Nanu knows Persian can fend for herself and trusts her to not go overboard with the local fauna, but unbeknownst to him she'd been feeling the affliction before him, perhaps as an unfortunate result of having to otherwise chow down on some diseased looking rodents. Her hunger grows as does her agitation, and that chicken coop starts looking more and more enticing each passing day. She slips away from Nanu just long enough and by the time he nears the barn it's too late. There a screech of chickens, the crunch of bone, and then the panic feathered scuttle flutter of dozens of angry birds.
Nanu runs in to catch the culprit red-handed... or red-mouthed, as it were. ] Persian! That's too much! [ He tries to wrest the chicken from her mouth but as soon as it's apparent it's not salvageable he gives up. More disturbing, she also turns to snarl and snap at him, mouth full of blood and feathers. He immediately recalls her into her Pokeball. With the large target gone, the chickens all turn their ire on Nanu. Cassy Cassatt watches all of this unfold, horrified, then shrieks at him with angry trills and chirps, "GET OUT! GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR MONSTER CAT AROUND HERE EVER AGAIN!"
He doesn't need to be told twice, hikes his black over-shirt up over his neck and does his best to cover his face with his arms as he bolts out of there. What a sorry sight to witness.
The chickens have every right to be angry and for that reason Nanu's escape is one of obvious self-flagellation. He doesn't hustle, doesn't fight back, makes only half-hearted attempts to protect himself, and jogs only as fast as the chickens batter him to do so. Claws and beaks puncture his skin. He bleeds. He never wanted this to happen of course but were it not for his sloth and apathy he could have done better to prevent this fairly obvious risk. The numbers on his chest go up just a tiny bit, 428.
However, the moment he sees someone (maybe that's you) walking his way he does break out into a real and deceptively fast run. He's had enough collateral damage for one day and waves his arms.] GO. RUN. [ He'll literally push you into the nearest house, home, or door. ]
✦⁴ Into the woods and down the dell
[ With Nanu banned from the barn and Persian banned to her Pokeball he's more invested in trying to find a cure for this illness. On Alola that would frequently mean looking for medicinal herbs and so runs on the dim hope maybe there's something worth finding in the those creepy foreboding woods. It'd be a lot easier with Persian's nose but he'll just have to rely on his Kahuna intuition in the mean time. Nothing weird about an old man poking around the base of trees or sitting on his haunches for a prolonged period of time taking way too much interest in something in the grass.
Obviously that means he needs to be accosted by a friend or a monster. Or maybe both. ]
✦⁵ used Metronome | wildcard
[ Like these prompts but want to tweak them a little? Go for it. Want to just hang out and pet Persian before she gets too sick? Get a drink at ye olde spooky tavern? Mistake Nanu for the gravekeeper while investigating the cemetery? Interrupt Nanu napping somewhere incredibly inconvenient? Maybe napping more conveniently and sick-ly at the clinic? WHATEVER YOU WANT don't let dreams be dreams, etc. ]