I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane~

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Nocturne is taking the unusual, ah, weather slightly better than most, at least in that he is rather calmly paddling around on a very large surfboard. Well, "paddling" might not be the right term; he's sitting on it with his legs crossed and playing his sitar, and as a result it's moving at a sedate pace counter to the current. Hydrokinesis has its benefits. At the moment he appears to be playing, with a possibly misplaced sense of humor, "Surfin' USA."

The board is large enough to easily rescue one or two people, which is in fact what he appears to intend to be doing. He's looking around for anyone who seems to be in trouble and rather wishing he'd managed to find one of those big inflatable rafts. Those would help a lot, especially since the does not as yet have any particular destination in mind.

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[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[How about helping the little boy in the wildly spinning orange inner tube? He's totaly lost, starting to get dizzy and looks seriously freaked out.]

Waaaaaaaaah!

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[That little kid looks awful familiar... and is also in trouble. Scooting over that way now!]

Hey, little guy, need a lift?

[Picking up you and your inner tube now and settling you on the board.]

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

Thanks, mister. [He looks dizzy and confused and is grabbing onto whatever he can to keep from tumbling off into the water until the room stops spinning.] My tummy feels all funny... [And the spinning might have made him a little queasy so watch out.]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[Nocturne gives Myde a slightly odd look - this kid looks way too familiar. But he stops playing and reaches out to steady him.]

It's okay, you're all right now. Let's find you somewhere that doesn't spin where you can rest for a while, huh?

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

Kay... [He lays the side of his head against his inner tube and closes his eyes. Maybe that'll make him feel better. And then he remembers what his mama always says about meeting new people.] Oh yeah... I'm Myde. What's your name, mister?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[Myde... Well, he'd always suspected alternates might have had different original names.]

Nice to meet you, Myde. I'm Nocturne.

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't even know alternates and older versions of people even exist yet. He's only been here about a week now. After a few moments of sitting with his head down and his eyes closed he starts to feel better. And his attention is on something else.]

What's that your playing?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Huh? You mean the instrument or the song?

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

The insterment. [He points.] It sounds really pretty.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Thanks. It's called a sitar.

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

Ohhh! Hey, I know what that is! My grampa plays one too! But yours sure looks a lot different than his. Grampa said he'd teach me if I wanted but papa thinks it's noisy so I'm not allowed. [Now that he's feeling better you'll soon realize he can be a bit of a chatterbox.]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Hm. I bet your dad will probably come around to the idea when you're older. You can get a lot of money for college if you can play a musical instrument.

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

Nah. I don't think so. Papa doesn't ever change his mind. [He seems perfectly content though, kicking his feet in the water now, like it's no big deal. He's used to it.] Mama says she used to play too, when she was younger. She doesn't play no more though, cuz of Papa.

Where'd you learn to play, mister?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Music hater, huh?

Oh, here and there. I started out on a ukulele, actually.

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

Papa hates everything! [The over exagerations of a child who thinks his father is just being unfair about everything.]

Hey, could you teach me?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

I guess I could. I've never really been that great a teacher, but maybe it's worth a shot. Only, uh, not right now, okay? When it's wet like this it's hard to keep an instrument in tune, anyway.

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

Okay! I can wait. I hope the water goes away real soon!

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

[While Xigbar could easily float above the surface of the water, he's decided to take a somewhat different approach today. He's his pet lizard-dragon thing.

Who knew legendary pokemon came in so handy?]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

... Okay, one, you're the first normal Xigbar I've seen here, and two, what the heck is that and where'd you get it?

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

It's a pokemon. And I caught it.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

... That's a Pokemon? And where did you manage to catch a Pokemon?

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

Yep.

[He pats Palkia's shoulder.]

And I caught him back home.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

... Okay, I know there are no Pokemon back home.

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

Your world, maybe.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

... You know, if you don't know I'm going to understand "back home," you should really be more specific.

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

I cooooooould be, yeah.

[But that's not as fun.]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Okay, so. Where's "back home," then?

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

Sinnoh.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, never heard of it.

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

Nice place, really. Got all kinds of interesting wildlife.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Sounds like it, yeah.

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

Sure you don't mean looks like it?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Well, I only see one Pokemon here.

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

You really think he's the only one I've got?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

My point was that I can see these things, but I can only hear that there are more of them in Sinnoh.

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

Yeah well, not like I can take you there.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Then stop poking holes in my grammar, okay?

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

Tch, fiiiiiiine.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Well, you seem to have yourself handled at least. I'm basically trying to run a rescue service here. I don't suppose you know anyplace dry around here?

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

Noooot really. I can let you know if something changes?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

That'd be good, thanks. This whole thing's kind of a mess.

[teleportgun.livejournal.com]

I sort of noticed.

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

[Giant inflatable raft is a no-go. But here is a Marluxia on a rather crude looking immitation of one. It's actualy a couple of big plastic trash bags filled with air and duct-tapped together. He's sitting in the center of it, using a shovel as a paddle. Hey, it's working at least.]

Trying to keep spirits up with a song? [Well, your misplaced sense of humor won't go to waste. He's got a bit of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.] An interesting choice.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Oh, be quiet. At least I'm on something that's meant to float.

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

If it wasn't meant to float, it wouldn't float. [He's still smiling pleasantly.] Whatever works, I say. It isn't as if there was much to work with in my shop.

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

Shop? Since when do you run a shop?

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

[Well, this is the second time since his arrival that he's gotten the feeling that someone thinks they knows him and he's really pretty sure that's not the case. Even so...]

I'm sorry, but have we met before? You speak as if you know me, but I'm fairly certain I've never seen you before this.

[It's really perplexing to him--he doesn't know about doubles yet.]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

... Crap, you must be new here. Nobody's told you about alternates yet?

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

Alternates? What do you mean?