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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.

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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... ]

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

What do you mean, not normal?

[ 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.

[At first, he nearly misses what she's doing, thinking that the marbles had just been set in motion via her own physical movements. It's when she speaks of something that they don't seem to be anywhere near that he takes another, harder look and realizes--

Yes, they really are moving on their own, with no outside source providing momentum.]

How--... ?

[The word slips out before he can stop himself fully, curiosity driving his desire to understand what he was seeing. But he clamps his mouth shut after that. Why bother asking 'how?'. It's not as if he was ever given an explanation as to why he could speak to Pokemon and understand their feelings. Chances were she didn't know how her uniqueness came in to being any more than he does.

And from the sounds of it, like him, she's had to deal with people seeing her as less than perfect because of it. "A freak without a human heart", Ghetsis had said. Harsh words from some one who was supposed to be a father...

N shook his head clear of the thoughts, watching the marbles with a tiny sense of growing amusement, finger reaching out to hover centimeters from the moving glass as they zipped by again and again.]

... Because I am a Strain.

[ And really, that's all the explanation she has for it. She has powers, so these things work. ]

A Strain? What's a Strain?

[Was it important?]

... Someone who can do things that normal people cannot, but did not become able to because of a King.

[ That sounds a little more like something she was told and remembers. ]

... I think it is something that most of the other worlds does not have. Kings and Clansmen and Strains.