I just stare at her dumfounded. I think I misheard you. Cause I could have sworn you just said you were a human. She smiles and does a small chuckle.
I did indeed. She responded while still wearing my face. Her body was suddenly coated in a bright silver light as her form slowly changed. Within a few seconds, the face of a young woman with bright green eyes, fair skin, and brown long hair, was hanging over the edge of the shelf. The odd thing however was the pair of shiny glaceon ears that sat atop her head and the two tassels of the same pokemon hanging down.
I guess she chose me this time. I hear Snow comment, but I just closed my eyes, held them closed for a moment, and opened them to do a double take. There was the same face staring back at me.
“Yes, you didn’t just make up what you saw.” She states with a smile, but I still couldn’t believe it. “I was born with a rather unique ability that only a few ever even hear of, let alone meet someone who has it, or is like me.”
So you, can you understand me? I ask still surprised.
“Yes, I can.” She responds with a smile. “It also helps to understand pokemon when you can hear one.” She cheerily adds while poking her odd ears. It was at this point a thought occurred and I acted on it.
So, how do you know there is more of you? I ask her as I notice all the others start leaving the room uninterested.
“Well, I have met others like me but I first learned about my ability when I was about, fifteen-ish. Anyway, when I first started understanding Floral, who at the time was still an eevee. I did a bit of looking and found an old legend about where my ability supposedly comes from. It says it was a gift granted to an old man by Arceus himself!”
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My eyes just went wide, and I just started to chuckle at how ridiculous this encounter is. I don’t think your going to believe me, but one of the humans I was with has the same ability.
I took a few seconds for Susan to register what I said before she broke out in a massive smile, and she pulled herself into the room. She more fell into the room and landed in a pile, but it allowed me to see she was wearing a bright grin t-shirt and long blue jeans. She stood and threw her hands in the air.
“I haven’t seen Johnathan in decades!” She yells into the air as she jumps around excitedly. She abruptly turns to me with hopeful eyes and sadden eyes. “Is he okay? You said you were in the Camphrier Town when it was attacked.”
Okay, you lost me. Who is Johnathan? She looks confused now as well.
“I guess I jumped the gun a bit there.” She says shyly. “Okay, your friend who has my ability, what pokemon type can she currently understand? Cause I kind of assumed it was dark types cause your one.”
I mean, you are not wrong. She does have the ability to talk with dark types. I respond. It took a few moments with her seemingly working something out before all the colour in her face just drained and she started to tear up.
“Did, did you say she?” She asks, all the joy in her just gone.
Umm, I did say she. I say very slowly and somewhat scared. Did I say something wrong? I ask cautiously but she just walked off out of the room. I was about to follow her but I suddenly hear sobbing before loud crying, so I just stayed put.
The leafon entered the room clearly sadden and barely holding it together making me feel really bad about whatever I did.
You don’t know who Johnathan is. She asks worriedly as I see Snow and Dawn both now in the room looking confused.
I’m sorry, I don’t know who Johnathan is. I respond. The girl I was travelling with that has the ability is named Jennifer.
I don’t know what happened but the leafon just looked like a part of her just died as she wandered off past the two others and I’m guessing to Susan who is still crying. I look to both Snow and Dawn for answers, but they shook their heads as they look also confused and worried at the situation. Susan’s crying was joined by the leafon’s voice shortly after.
What on earth did I just say? I say aloud looking to the doorway of the room.