“I'm very glad Seren has such considerate friends here. He deserves nothing less.” Clarence nodded to Zeran, both approving and appreciative, though Diana drew his attention as she chirped and chittered. He didn't understand any of it, but he wasn't meant to; the joltik was speaking to Noemi, still curious, and now seizing on an inoffensive, if interesting, question.
“'In some ways, it's not so different...'” she echoed, “Is that why you're always upright? I've noticed humans really don't like looking at things upside down, and I never see any upside down, unless they're rolling sideways with their arms and legs stretched out, and even then, that's only in moving. You float; you could be upside down as easily as anything. Do you not like it for the same reason they do, or is it a habit?” It had seemed a strange constant to Diana, when she was as comfortable running along the underside of a table or branch as she was atop the thing. Whatever the answer was, or would've been---it wasn't 'about to be ignored,' since she was still listening,---she turned to regard Zeran, mildly distracted and mildly surprised by what he asked.
Clarence had perked when Noemi had, and smiled (encouragingly!) when Zeran looked his way, privately thrilled for Noemi. She had the company of other pokemon in the haunted hospital, but had admitted, on the night they met, to being lonely; she'd also admitted that all the people she'd previously tried to interact with were, at best, wary of her. That someone else was willing to trust her, and pleased to engage with her as an equal, was very good---and sure to be very good for her.
The Timeran waited for a few moments, aware that both Noemi and Zeran would likely need a little time to get their bearings, and be surer of their situation. (Even accustomed, now, to Noemi's taking hold, he always did.) When Noemi moved to speak to Trevor, he took it as a sign all was well, but didn't settle; instead, he followed Noemi's lead in leaning down to look at the phantump, and asked, quietly, “You're still doing alright down there? You can come sit with me if you want a better view, now or later.” He gave Buddy a little smile before straightening.
“A modest handful.” Clarence was answering even before he'd settled back into his seat. “Phantump, yamask, drifloon and their evolutions; honedge, and soulleret, and, if you believe the legends, froslass. Sandygast, palossand, and arguably even dhelmise are in a strange sort of nomansland of nature, as they may come to be from an... aggregrate of emotional energies---dying grudges and regrets, that sort of thing, stone tape adjacent stuff---or even fragments of damaged souls. There's more evidence for the former than the latter, but.. pokemon are mysterious creatures; there's a lot we've yet to understand about them, and ghost-type pokemon especially. I chose to focus on ghost-type pokemon because there's... ample opportunity to contribute to the literature. And they're fascinating! To the same extent that they are charming.” He nudged Moriarty with a foot, expression fond; the gengar heaved a sigh, and rolled his eyes, and smiled, clearly fond himself.
“How far into 'ideas why,' would you like to go? While you consider,” Clarence turned now to Noemi and Zeran, interested but unworried. “How are you, the both of you? Noemi, is finding a good balance much the same as it is with me, or different with different people? And, Zeran, how are you finding the experience?”
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“'In some ways, it's not so different...'” she echoed, “Is that why you're always upright? I've noticed humans really don't like looking at things upside down, and I never see any upside down, unless they're rolling sideways with their arms and legs stretched out, and even then, that's only in moving. You float; you could be upside down as easily as anything. Do you not like it for the same reason they do, or is it a habit?” It had seemed a strange constant to Diana, when she was as comfortable running along the underside of a table or branch as she was atop the thing. Whatever the answer was, or would've been---it wasn't 'about to be ignored,' since she was still listening,---she turned to regard Zeran, mildly distracted and mildly surprised by what he asked.
Clarence had perked when Noemi had, and smiled (encouragingly!) when Zeran looked his way, privately thrilled for Noemi. She had the company of other pokemon in the haunted hospital, but had admitted, on the night they met, to being lonely; she'd also admitted that all the people she'd previously tried to interact with were, at best, wary of her. That someone else was willing to trust her, and pleased to engage with her as an equal, was very good---and sure to be very good for her.
The Timeran waited for a few moments, aware that both Noemi and Zeran would likely need a little time to get their bearings, and be surer of their situation. (Even accustomed, now, to Noemi's taking hold, he always did.) When Noemi moved to speak to Trevor, he took it as a sign all was well, but didn't settle; instead, he followed Noemi's lead in leaning down to look at the phantump, and asked, quietly, “You're still doing alright down there? You can come sit with me if you want a better view, now or later.” He gave Buddy a little smile before straightening.
“A modest handful.” Clarence was answering even before he'd settled back into his seat. “Phantump, yamask, drifloon and their evolutions; honedge, and soulleret, and, if you believe the legends, froslass. Sandygast, palossand, and arguably even dhelmise are in a strange sort of nomansland of nature, as they may come to be from an... aggregrate of emotional energies---dying grudges and regrets, that sort of thing, stone tape adjacent stuff---or even fragments of damaged souls. There's more evidence for the former than the latter, but.. pokemon are mysterious creatures; there's a lot we've yet to understand about them, and ghost-type pokemon especially. I chose to focus on ghost-type pokemon because there's... ample opportunity to contribute to the literature. And they're fascinating! To the same extent that they are charming.” He nudged Moriarty with a foot, expression fond; the gengar heaved a sigh, and rolled his eyes, and smiled, clearly fond himself.
“How far into 'ideas why,' would you like to go? While you consider,” Clarence turned now to Noemi and Zeran, interested but unworried. “How are you, the both of you? Noemi, is finding a good balance much the same as it is with me, or different with different people? And, Zeran, how are you finding the experience?”