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Character: N
Fandom: Pokemon Black and White
Player: JeniOctavia

[There was a general consensus around the bubble that new arrivals were going to react in a number of ways, but most of them scaling various ranges of upset, confused and freaked out. Even if the new arrival wasn't exactly yelling their disgust at the situation or panicking over some one they left back home, chances were they weren't being entirely calm about things. They'd just been dragged against their will to another world, after all. It wasn't exactly something that sat well in most people's minds.

But this one... well, it would be safe to say he wasn't exactly "most people". If he was irritated, upset, or otherwise perturbed about this situation, he certainly wasn't showing it.

While others had gone for the towels, or went to pick up pamphlets or even talk to other people that were around, N was simply sitting on the ground, back against the fountain, still dripping wet from his trip through the sea. His face was turned up, baseball cap sitting next to him along with two red and white Pokeballs, though his focus was almost entirely on the bubble that enclosed the city and kept the sea back.

Eventually he did move, though, but only to pick up one of the Pokeballs and stare at it, expression just as blank as it had been a moment ago.]

So... this is how it is then.

Comments

/flying small child-

[aprettyred]

[ She's really here to stare at your haircolor through a marble, New Person.

Anna isn't sure she's seen a hair color quite like that. She has a towel just in case he asks why she's here, but first?

Why is your hair green. ]

/catches~

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[Why are you staring? Don't you know it's rude?

N almost doesn't notice her at first. It's not until he lowers the Pokeball he was staring at that he realizes he's being stared at in turn.

He makes a face, but it's far from angry. Children are often exempt from his scorn, mostly because they were too innocent to realize what they were doing. They were the product of their adult parental figures, after all.

That doesn't mean he knows what to say.]

[aprettyred]

[ In this case its a "a product of her delinquent family-group", but she's not going to mention that.

She's caught staring, though, so she lowers the hand with the marble, and offers the arm with a towel. ]

... did you eat too many vegetables?

[ Because eating a lot makes you tall, so does eating too many make your hair go green? Maybe that was why Saruhiko didn't want to eat vegetables, his hair was already blue! ]

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Vegetables... ?

[What an odd question. What and odd girl. He can't understand why she's asking such a thing, or why she was looking through a red marble at him, but rather than actually saying that he just... blinks slowly and stares at her, not moving to take the towel.]

[aprettyred]

... Your hair is green.

[unwrittenformula]

[Thank you, Captain Obvious.

Though admittedly it's almost cute, the way she puts it, and an odd sort of laugh escapes from N before he can stop it.]

Yes, it is.

[aprettyred]

[ Its not obvious when she lowers her marble. ]

And you're tall. You get tall by eating all your vegetables. Did you eat too much and your hair turned green?

[unwrittenformula]

[He does kind of tower over a certain set of trainers, not that he's ever really thought about how tall he is or what his hair color is. Those sorts of things aren't really relevant when your mind is on more complex matters.]

No, it's always been green.

[aprettyred]

Oh.

[ That's the sad sound of 'you just disrupted a child's theories about someone else'. ]

You can get sick.

[ Have a towel. ]

[unwrittenformula]

[Hey N is a lot of things, but he's not a liar. Even to children.]

Sick?

[Oh, right. Water, cold, all those things that become the perfect formula for 'btw you've got pneumonia now'. That would be unpleasant. He takes the towel with a grateful nod, tending to that mass of hair first.]

[aprettyred]

[ Yucky salty water even.

She watches him dry his hair through the marble - just in case it was a problem from the water and the green would rub off, but ...

Nope. Normal hair. Just green. ]

[unwrittenformula]

[Gross. All of that in his hair, too. That's going to be fun to wash out.

He notices her staring, through the marble again even, and slows down a bit to study her back. She really is odd... not that he has room to talk.]

Is my hair really that fascinating?

[aprettyred]

I haven't seen green hair before.

[ So yes. ]

[unwrittenformula]

[Is green hair unusual? His father (as much as he's loathe to think of the man right now) had green-ish hair, though much lighter than his own. And one of his sisters had a pinkish shade of red. Even one of the trainers that he kept running in to had sort of a blue tint.

He lets out a sort of quiet 'hm' at that, not really sure what to say about it, so he changes the subject instead.]

Why do you keep looking through that marble?

[aprettyred]

So I can see green.

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[Nope, you've lost him again, Anna.]</small.

[aprettyred]

[ How, its not hard... ]

It isn't red.

[ She can see red, and then everything else is grey. With the marble, she can see all the other colors. And into your mind, but that's not going to get mentioned. ]

Red I can see without a marble.

[unwrittenformula]

[N is kind of special like that.

But at least now he understands.]

You're colorblind.

[That surprises him. He's known Pokemon breeds that are colorblind and have told him as much, but he didn't actually ever apply his knowledge to the fact that humans can suffer from it as well.]

[aprettyred]

... But for red.

[ Intently. She can see red. ]

[unwrittenformula]

[That's still a form of colorblindness. Insistent though she may be, he knows the basic physics behind it enough to know it still falls in that category. Not that he's going to start rambling off formula and physics to a child. Even he has enough social skills for that.]

How does the marble help you see color then?

[Because that, as far as he knows, shouldn't be possible.]

[aprettyred]

It does because its me.

[ She isn't normal human, N. ]

[unwrittenformula]

[He isn't either, really.]

That doesn't explain much.

[aprettyred]

I'm not normal. So the marble works.

[ Said with more awareness of 'not being normal' than a child should have. A tiny adult, maybe... ]

[unwrittenformula]

[N tensed at that, memories he'd rather not recall still too new to completely forget.]

What do you mean, not normal?

[aprettyred]

[ She studies him again, then crouches to let several marbles roll on the ground before her. Only they continue rolling in circles without any touch from her. ]

... There is fresh muffins at the bakery. Cupcakes are being frosted now.