[ While some had been rightfully skeptical about the Malnosso sending everyone home, Ikki had chosen not to be. She'd said her goodbyes - she'd clung to her grandfather and grandmother, she'd hugged all the friends she'd made, Masaomi included, and she'd waited to go and see her family again, finally. Her mother and father and sister and brothers. She'd clutched Soren's pokeball to her chest and waited.
They'd talked about it, before. Soren had a chance to go to the world he ought to have been born in - it would have just taken handing over the pokeball to Silver or Gold or Yellow or anyone from that place. But it wasn't Ikki's choice to make, and so she'd asked him what he wanted, and even though there weren't any of his kind in her home, she would be there, and the idea of losing another trainer...well.
And then instead of Air Temple Island she'd been catching her balance on Masaomi's arm - and where had he come from? - in another place entirely. Nearly three months of training with him kicked in, recognition of a flicker of something out of the corner of her eye, and yes, there had been pokemon.
It wasn't a training simulation, though.
For the first week or so it was easy enough to believe it was another Shift; Ikki had lived through enough of those to realize that nothing really lasted beyond a week or two, and it wasn't exactly unpleasant. Soren was enjoying himself, and they could do interesting training with an entire world to explore, and surely it wouldn't last that long. Except they hit the month mark without any change, and time just kept...passing.
Sticking to Masaomi like glue hadn't been a hard choice or one Ikki ever really made on a decisive level. He was her sifu, he was there, and she knew him and Linda. Staying with them was exactly what her grandparents would have wanted given the absence of anyone else and, well, what else was she going to do? At least both of them had arrived with fairly high-leveled pokemon in comparison to some of the casual trainers they ran across, although Masaomi tended to handle the battles. And battles had produced money. Even without the battles, Ikki could play street magician if worse came to worse, and Masaomi probably knew enough to do the same.
So two months into the new world? Ikki's ditched the air nomad robes, although she still has them, for more modern clothes. She still practices airbending, but only when they're alone, as they've been over the need not to talk about being from another world (twice over). And while she desperately misses home - and Luceti, even - Ikki's playing off of Masaomi's upbeat facade, and Soren's joy. And, well - there are always new friends to be made.
Capturing new pokemon is still a little weird (having more than Soren is weird) but that's what people do here, and Ikki has just successfully caught the first new addition to her team: a Swablu. It took her a while to decide on who she would want to be friends with most!
Either Masaomi was there for every step of it and will shortly be getting an excited hug, or he will shortly be getting an excited hug from an arriving little girl. Either way he's getting a hug. ]
two months later.
They'd talked about it, before. Soren had a chance to go to the world he ought to have been born in - it would have just taken handing over the pokeball to Silver or Gold or Yellow or anyone from that place. But it wasn't Ikki's choice to make, and so she'd asked him what he wanted, and even though there weren't any of his kind in her home, she would be there, and the idea of losing another trainer...well.
And then instead of Air Temple Island she'd been catching her balance on Masaomi's arm - and where had he come from? - in another place entirely. Nearly three months of training with him kicked in, recognition of a flicker of something out of the corner of her eye, and yes, there had been pokemon.
It wasn't a training simulation, though.
For the first week or so it was easy enough to believe it was another Shift; Ikki had lived through enough of those to realize that nothing really lasted beyond a week or two, and it wasn't exactly unpleasant. Soren was enjoying himself, and they could do interesting training with an entire world to explore, and surely it wouldn't last that long. Except they hit the month mark without any change, and time just kept...passing.
Sticking to Masaomi like glue hadn't been a hard choice or one Ikki ever really made on a decisive level. He was her sifu, he was there, and she knew him and Linda. Staying with them was exactly what her grandparents would have wanted given the absence of anyone else and, well, what else was she going to do? At least both of them had arrived with fairly high-leveled pokemon in comparison to some of the casual trainers they ran across, although Masaomi tended to handle the battles. And battles had produced money. Even without the battles, Ikki could play street magician if worse came to worse, and Masaomi probably knew enough to do the same.
So two months into the new world? Ikki's ditched the air nomad robes, although she still has them, for more modern clothes. She still practices airbending, but only when they're alone, as they've been over the need not to talk about being from another world (twice over). And while she desperately misses home - and Luceti, even - Ikki's playing off of Masaomi's upbeat facade, and Soren's joy. And, well - there are always new friends to be made.
Capturing new pokemon is still a little weird (having more than Soren is weird) but that's what people do here, and Ikki has just successfully caught the first new addition to her team: a Swablu. It took her a while to decide on who she would want to be friends with most!
Either Masaomi was there for every step of it and will shortly be getting an excited hug, or he will shortly be getting an excited hug from an arriving little girl. Either way he's getting a hug. ]
Masaomi!