Ikarus' Introduction
Knock knock knock.
Oh? Somebody appears to be at the door. Well, I am in no position to freely abandon my ongoing experiment. “Come in!” I reply.
Knock knock knock.
“Come in!” I exclaim even louder before looking back to my potions which have frustrated me to no end; it appeared to me that the world I was summoned from is vastly different from that of all the other fellows at this Guild, and that this realm abides by those rules. When I had first started to make conversation about alchemy, I was given looks as if I were a madman. And for all of my trials and errors in this lab, none of the alchemical processes that worked from my world applied here.
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock.
“Damn it all! Alright! Coming!” I say as I leave the desk and start to make my way to the door. “This had better be important.” Right before I can open it I hear heavy snickering. The source is revealed to be a pair of… Pokemon… whose names I neglected to recall. Or species for that matter.
I really need to accept that I am stuck here and get out more I thought. Well, not that my reputation has been helped by that Cyndaquil - I knew his name - because of the reputation he brought upon my newly-acquired species. No thanks to him I was only a step away from being seen as a pervert myself.
“Lost in thought again, huh Ikarus?” said one.
“Whatcha thinkin about Ikarus? Anything sexy?” said the other with a smirk.
Blast. Just how much damage had Cyndaquil done? I’ve done little else aside from make myself at-home in the underground lab since my arrival.
“Nothing of the sort.” I say as monotonous as possible. “How can I be of service?”
The smaller of the two revealed a bundle of papers and just laughed. “Thought you might want to read this.”
This causes the larger one to break out into laughter, and the pair return to the main Guild area up the stairs. I pick up the paper. The words seems familiar, I think, but it’s not the language of the Pokemon. Nor is it Anlgish; no one else came from my world here save myself.
I look at it for a second more until I realize where I had seen these words. It’s the bastardized form of Anglish that is from their world. I sit down and prepare myself mentally. Learning the Pokemon tongue was difficult, but nowhere near as painful as having to read documents which I couldn’t help but think seemed to be written by barbarians.
I notice it seems to be fringed at the edges, and I hold up the papers to my nose and give it a smell. One advantage of being this new “Hizuan “Typhosen” is that I have an acute sense of smell. The ability for me to control fire and generate electricity in my palm are likewise helpful in experimentation.
I wait for the smell to register in my mind when I realize that it came from a rift! Oh, how wonderful! An insight into their world! Learning about this alternative Terra had always been something to pique my interest, and now the two nice chaps had brought me something!
I made note to thank them if they returned, though I had forgotten their faces, and began to read the document, starting with the tile of “Pokemon Leaks: Hisuian Typhlosion Lore”
Oh? Is this I? How interesting! A document about my species! And this must be how to pronounce myself! I was filled with joy. The mere opening line had already allowed me to know how to fix my erroneous pronunciation and spelling of my species! I began the slow but steady pace of reading this strange Anglish text, with my heart beating heavily, unable to contain the excitement of what I might uncover next.
Perhaps with this text, I think, full of hope, I might be able to foster some new reputation, one far from that which Cyndaquil has thrust upon me. I might make friends, join a team, explore the world and finally get some help in my experiments! I reset my focus to reading what I can only hope to be the beginning of a bright new chapter of my life.
Never has it been more over than it is now.