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[ In the end, Ingo's return to his home station doesn't come down to any action of his own at all.

Akari's the one who offers the trip. She doesn't make any promises, but after the work she has put in for the almighty Sinnoh, she insists that it owes her a favor. Ingo spends a few days contemplating it, sitting quietly in his favorite spots on the mountain. Can he really leave? Whatever else he may be missing, he has built a good life here in Hisui. He is happy, most of the time. He could stay, and know exactly what his future tracks look like, and there wouldn't be any problem with that.

But...even after all this time, he still can't quite ignore the gnawing ache in his chest. How much would he regret passing up this offer? Would it not just poison anything he might build here? He has to know. Maybe he'll regret leaving Hisui behind in the end, but at least he'll know.

So he spends some time making his goodbyes. He officially steps down as Warden, and accepts one of Lady Sneasler's elder kittens as a passenger. He bids farewell to the Clan. They let him keep his bracelet, and his tunic - keepsakes, for a one-way trip. The whole time, he cannot help but question himself - is this really right? He's abandoning people that he knows care for him, to return to a complete unknown. Is that selfish of him?

Maybe. Maybe it is. But he still cannot waste the chance. And, suppressing any lingering conflict in his heart, he does.

The flash of light separates him from Akari. He had expected that; though they've agreed to try and find one another again, they did not come from the same home station. Wherever he came from, it is dark and silent. Ingo recognizes the feeling of the cool air on his skin: he's underground. Some sort of tunnel? It's hard to say from here which way is out. So he just starts walking. He hadn't been dressed for travel back then, so how far away from civilization can he really be?

After a little while, something bright and roaring barrels through the tunnel. Ingo hears it coming; he backs away from the tracks and presses himself against the wall, watching the thing pass by with wide eyes. There are people inside. Some seem to be looking back at him.

He keeps closer to the shadows and moves more cautiously after that. Scary... ]

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Hmm. Easily fixable. Chandelure will be verrrrry happy to help. Just tell him when it is about right.

[ Chandelure chimes in eager agreement, before the immediate area around them in the room starts to slowly darken by degrees. Funny thing about having a ghostly light fixture for a Pokemon is that they can very much adjust the ambient lighting in an area to one's content. Convenient for light sensitivity or eyes still readjusting to not being in the dark.

Ahhh, what now. None of this has gone anywhere near how he'd imagined this would play out, any of many apparently not infinite enough variations and combinations. He wants to approach. He doesn't want to crowd. He wants to ask, he wants to know, he wants...

Emmet folds one of his hands behind him, settling for leaning his weight a little heavily against the back of one of the chairs. Words— not his strong suit in situations like these. 'Welcome back?' Is that what he should say? Did Ingo mean to end up here at all? 'Welcome home?' Well, work— isn't exactly home, is it? 'Where have you been?' Sure. Verrrrry nice. Not demanding or pushy at all. ]

... Welcome back, Ingo. [ A slightly shaky intake of breath. Later, later. Eelektross' Pokeball at his belt vibrates a little, as if chidingly. The hand not folded behind him taps out a short rhythm on the top of the headrest. ] I am happy you ... seem well. Were you just stopping in? You weren't down there for too long before we found you, right?

Ah - no, not terribly long.

[ Ingo remains standing as well, one hand folded behind his back and the other gripping the brim of his hat. He frowns tightly at the floor. He's really not quite sure what to make of any of this! This is not quite how he imagined his trip would go - though, probably a good deal of that is his own fault. But how was he to know the man in white was a real person? And what do his questions mean? Ought he to just be stopping in here? ]

I was...told that I would be sent back to my home station. That does not seem to be quite what happened...?

[ At least, he presumes his home was not down here in these dark tunnels. Perhaps he misunderstood? If so, how far off is he from his actual home station? ]

Mmmm. Not exactly! [ Told? By who? Sent back...? So then, his arrival at this station was something he was intending to do, right? Oh, Emmet is going to be so disappointed if this is not real. It is different and unexpected but this is still better than how some imagined renditions of this meeting have played out. ] This is definitely somewhere you spent a lot of time! And it is in the same city as home is?

But Gear Station is [ was? ] where we work. Home station maybe but not exactly the same as home home. You know.

[ Ingo's usual frown ticks down an inch. He had hoped that Emmet might pick up on the problem without Ingo having to explain himself, but...it doesn't seem like that's happening. Or, at least, he does seem to want the explanation. He straightens as well as he can, ignoring the pull on his bad shoulder. ]

I am terribly sorry, but my memory...derailed, quite some time ago now. I cannot recall what our connection is, exactly?

[ They obviously must be family. That can entail a lot of types of connection, though, right? ]

[ Right. This question. Again, on his hip, Eelektross vibrates an insistent question.

(Later. Later.)

(Right, the line he was pulled away from...) ]

I am Emmet. You are Ingo. We are twin brothers.

[ Ingo straightens; Emmet— shifts his weight and glances away. ]

... I have been looking for you for a while.

But! It turns out you made your own way back in the end. So now, you must have questions. Ask. I am Emmet and I will answer.

Twins...

[ If you'd asked him a minute ago, Ingo feels like he wouldn't have known. But now that he thinks of it - yes, that would explain it, wouldn't it? Was it really a twin he's been seeing all this time, and not some warped reflection at all? That's...that's actually rather worse, in retrospect.

Ingo has questions, of course. So many questions that now, when finally met with someone who might answer them, he utterly blanks. ]

Ah - ! Well...where are we, exactly?

One of the employee offices in Gear Station, in Nimbasa City. Underground. Gear Station is the heart of the Unovan Subway system. All the lines and tracks route through this central station.

[ Is this exact enough? ]

[ Very exact! Unfortunately half of those words mean nothing to him! After a second of parsing through that, though... ]

.....we're in Unova?

[ Wow - that's practically halfway around the world! ]

We are in Unova, yep.

[ Which really raises a lot of questions about where Ingo was before, but one thing at a time. Also ... Let him just pull out a tablet and his Xtrans to pull up a couple of schedules and message Furze, who has probably vibrated himself halfway into distortion by now with how long Emmet's been radio silent, and Cameron and Jackie, who can probably handle the finer details of rearranging everyone's shifts for the rest of the day. He doesn't offer too many details; just a 'situation handled but I will be otherwise occupied for the rest of the day, please inform and apologize to any challengers affected for the inconvenience, let everyone else know' across a bunch of short, choppy texts ... which is met by a '!!!!!', thumbs up emoji, and then 'take a break boss u deserve it!!!' in that order from Furze, and from Jackie, a more direct link to certain posts on Flittler with a '?'. Emmet doesn't respond to that one.

Still, having the calendar app up on the tablet reminds Emmet of all the official busywork he's going to have to get done sooner rather than later if Ingo is still here when he wakes up tomorrow. He ends up staring at it blankly for a moment, an unmarked date a few days away from now catching and sticking unpleasantly— then shakes his head sharply as if to clear it. ]

How did you end up in the tunnels, if you didn't expect to be in Unova?

[ What is he doing...? Ingo doesn't shift, having never been given to much physical expression, but he's feeling a little interrogated. ]

Giratina offered me a return trip. I traveled through its realm for barely ten minutes!

[ A handful of paces, nothing more. Giratina evidently had its own ways, once Dialga and Palkia had consulted with it. It opened up another portal, Ingo stepped through, and that was that. ]

... it probably returned you to around where you'd originally— disappeared. Since it probably did not know where you lived.

[ Blankly. Giratina— that one, he was not expecting. Express shuttle via the distortion realm?

Emmet's shoulders hunch a little before he straightens out again, stowing away the electronics. ]

Speaking of. Haven't been here long, I know. Not trying to— rush you around, or anything. But do you want to go home right now?

Oh - it's still there?

[ This is a lot happening very quickly! Ingo had anticipated that any home or belongings he once had would no longer be available to him; it's been years, after all, far longer than anyone would hold an empty space. He's not entirely certain he wants to be alone just now. But it has been a lot. Maybe Emmet wants a break, and they can meet up again later after a little reset. ]

Then, yes, that does sound preferable.

[ It is a lot and Emmet is certain he is making a mess of it. His hands flex a few times, squeezing the back of the rest or simply just clenching and unclenching in empty air before he forces them to relax again. ]

Then we can depart whenever you want. ... Doesn't have to be immediately. There are berries in the fridge if your Pokemon want anything... or I can get you anything. If you need it.

[ Right now is going to have pretty heavy foot traffic, isn't it...? Those posts Jackie linked him... ]

Oh. Please do not be surprised if you get attention from people. You were pretty well known around here.

[ Ingo has no idea what the "fridge" is, but they only departed from Hisui a scant half-hour ago or so. They can keep traveling for quite a good deal longer! ]

Thank you, but we do not need anything. [ The others, though... ] I was? Are there...a great many people here?

[ Ingo's fond of people, and can often get on quite well in a crowd! Not sure he's feeling one right now though! ]

Now and for a good part of the day more. You showed up not that long before rush hour. All the trains in Unova route through here.

So. That is generally a lot of people coming and going, yep. And, well. Before you disappeared. You used to run it all with me.

[ Ssssso. You know. Known!

(It's probably a good thing that Emmet's office is elsewhere; no need for the pile of work building up on his desk to make a bad first? impression.) ]

Edited 2025-09-30 02:18 (UTC)

Oh!

[ He ran trains? He guesses that would make some sense...

Ingo's eyes dart around, taking in details of the office with little understanding of most of them. It's more obvious in his Pokemon, perhaps; Alakazam is teaching herself how to work the coffee machine, an action which will probably have no repercussions! On one hand, he's not sure he's eager to deal with crowds right now. On the other - trains? He's still never seen one in person. Anyway, they can't just stay here forever... ]

I suppose that is alright, then...?

[ Emmet blinks a little too, trying to follow whatever it is Ingo is looking at— oh. Hold on, let him get himself a cup. Efficiency, two Pidove with one Smack Down: he gets the cup of coffee he was after, Alakazam gets to see how it works. May the world quail before the promise of overly-caffeinated psychics.

Spinning around once he has his mug of (black, of course) coffee in hand, but letting it cool a bit before he starts in on it proper: ]

You sound unsure? ... if you want to avoid being recognized, might ... be able to do it if you take off the coat and hat. Maybe.

[ Though the clothing underneath might draw attention in its own way— might be able to pass as a hoodie or cozy fall wear at a glance? ]

If I change also, might be better. People are verrrry used to looking for the uniform.

Ah - no, no, I'm quite alright!

[ He doesn't want to be obviously unsure! Though, the coat and hat are a good idea. Of course they're uniforms - that's why Emmet has his own! In white? He might have asked about that, but there are a thousand things Ingo ought to be asking about; he can't line them all up.

Going without the coat and hat has never been an option. He doesn't mind removing them, though! Ingo slips the tattered coat off his shoulders, folding it over his arm, and takes off the hat as well. There's a moment where he glances between the battered, chipped old Gear Station pin on his hat, and the logo visible in several other places around the office...hm! That explains that. ]

Is this...good enough?

[ Okay, this time he's obviously just unsure about the outfit. He's dressed as well as he ever did, back in Hisui, but just from looking at Emmet he can tell that this is perhaps not the standard mode of dress here. ]

[ A long sip out of his mug with both hands as he thinks about the question for a moment. ]

Might still get some glances. But should be okay. Nimbasa gets travelers from abroad all the time.

Your coat and hat, though. I can get you a bag to put them away in. Just for now. Wait for me, okay? [ says Emmet, setting down the cup, shrugging out of his own coat, and looking a lot smaller outside of it as he heads back over to the doorway. There's a general storage area and some lockers not too far from here where he knows he can find spare coats, bags, other odd ends and sundry that might wind up being needed one day, and well, they sure are now, aren't they? ] I will be just a moment.

[ If he thinks on their condition and how attached Ingo is to them regardless for a little too long he will derail, just like with the memory thing, just like with the Giratina thing, so for now Emmet does not. There will be time for it later. Later when it is not an inconvenience to anyone but himself.

Though maybe— he should figure out a way to also keep this to himself, now that there is a powerful psychic type nearby as well. ]

[ There is, indeed, a moment where Ingo clutches the coat and hat slightly closer to himself, between Emmet mentioning putting them away and him processing the part about the bag. That's fine; he'll just carry the bag. ]

Very well.

[ Left to himself, he takes the liberty to walk around a little and look more closely at a few things. Alakazam has made herself a cup of the drink and is sniffing it. She shoots Ingo a Look, followed by a glance at the door; they know each other well enough that he can interpret the gist. ]

Is everything alright...?

[ A shrug and a nod. Must be well enough, then... ]

[ Haxorus has settled into a comfortable curl on the ground, and Chandelure drifts a little closer in curiosity (?) after the exchange between Ingo and Alakazam. There isn't exactly a lot of personal memorabilia around or anything, but there's enough to look at. The microwave oven lives somewhere over near where Emmet had been earlier, the side of the room with the coffee maker on the counter and minifridge set nearby. The decor is about what you'd expect for a neutral, shared space in a workplace; though kept fairly neat and clean, the lingering traces of various Pokemon sheddings here and there clearly mark the place as one well used.

The adjoining rooms have the furnishings one might expect of an office space: desks with varying amounts of paperwork and other miscellanea on them, desktop computer, shelves for books, binders, small little personal trinkets. The rooms aren't their office, though, so there wouldn't be any furnishings particularly meaningful to either of them, but there is some amount of Battle Subway memorabilia scattered here and there if someone's really looking. Old promotional images, that sort of thing.

True to his word, Emmet returns in fairly short order; a couple minutes later, more or less. He's apparently also lost his hat in the meantime, but the pack he holds up and out to Ingo is probably a good hint as to where it and his Master's greatcoat both went? In return he's picked up a more casual but smart peacoat well suited to a nippy, breezy autumn. ]

Should be plenty of room for yours too. [ He'll take a moment to take another sip at his coffee, noting Ingo's examination of the room. ] Can take your time if you want to look around a bit. You know. There is no hurry.

Edited (and there went an entire few sentences, apparently,) 2025-10-01 22:48 (UTC)

[ Ingo doesn't have time to do much more than glance over the confusing machines, decide he doesn't want to deal with that, and try to look at one of the bookshelves! Gliscor is still sitting on him, tail neatly curled around him, like they've done it plenty before. Machamp is........oh no, Alakazam is giving Machamp coffee too. ]

Ah! No, no, that is alright!

[ He takes the bag, carefully slipping his own clothes inside, and does not give it back! ]

We can go now!

[ This seems like an impersonal space for this...awkward thing they're both doing. Though - is he going to have to recall his Pokemon for travel? They don't usually like them being out in Jubilife buildings... ]

[ Caffeinated trade evos... It'll be fine, surely,

Well, while Emmet doesn't know what Ingo's thinking, on his part he really should recall Chandelure and Haxorus if they want to relocate. The members of their teams are well known, so Emmet just whistles softly to get their attention, before: ]

All right. Back in your balls, you two. You will get too much attention and you know it.

[ Sure, a lot of people are just focused on trying to get home in the evenings, but. You know. Ingo's, though...

Ingo's are new. Hm. ]

Yours ... can probably stay out. Three is a bit more than usual but it's not that unusual.

[ Is that actually alright? Ingo supposes it is a large building and all, but then, these three are all fairly large themselves. Relatively, anyway; Ingo always had some of the largest Pokemon of anyone in Hisui, simply because nearly everyone else was too intimidated to try befriending anything too imposing. He knows something about being scary-looking himself, though...

Oh. His face. Is that why this seems weird? Does Emmet think he's unhappy to be here? Should he explain that now, or later? ]

.....ah. Well - no, that is fine! I will just keep Gliscor with me!

[ The last thing he wants is to risk attention when he isn't ready for it. It's more polite too! He'll return Alakazam and Machamp as well. (They take their coffee into the balls ig that's a new held item now) ]

[ (Look, if Casteliacones and Galettes can be held items Coffee can be too. It's like a Chesto Berry clearly.) ]

Hah. Like a sun hat or parasol.

[ Personal protection against the sun: a giant vampire bat. Haxorus rolls her eyes but lets herself be recalled easily; Chandelure ... looks a little more disappointed, maybe, but also goes without too much fuss. He will be making up for lost time later, just wait!

But anyway, Emmet glances at the time on his Xtrans, mentally checking it against the the various schedules of all the different lines in his head. If they go now ... it should be a bit of a lull between one train departing and the next arriving on most of the platforms; the yellow line service to Undella should be pulling in soon, but maybe they can just blend in with the crowd, given how many tourists that line gets?

He raises a hand to extend it, reach out for one of Ingo's— but stops himself short, draws it back. The motion gets converted into a clap of his hands instead. ]

Okay. Everything's ready. Let us depart on the express line, destination: home. ... Like I said. Almost rush hour. It might be a lot... but please do not become decoupled from me.

[ Because if everything's good, he'll lead Ingo through a couple more hallways before it opens up into the wide open area of ~~Grand Central~~ Gear Station in all its glory. There's plenty of people and Pokemon milling about, waiting for their trains. A lady's Herdier waits patiently on her lap on one of the seats; a man's Chatot perches on his shoulder as he speaks into a phone, chiming in at regular interval as he moves with the part of the crowd bustling their way towards the escalators to leave; the brown line to Anville appears to be departing, at present, and an announcement from overhead informs of the imminent arrival of the yellow line, as Emmet predicted—

Their destination is the stairs and escalators as well; it's not too crowded at the moment, in any case. ]

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