"Just call me Noivern. And yes, it's rather common here," the Noivern says, carrying a stack of sandwiches as they exit back out of their shop. The sandwiches match everyone's orders. "You're currently on the mobile town of Drive Belt, on the Autumn Continent. Since you're all new to Obleta, I'll answer any questions you lot may have."
"I have a question. How did we even end up here?"
“My best guess is someone with influence over space brought us here”
Astra sighs at the revelation of being in another world. "If it's anything like the gods my trainer has been talking about, we're totally out of our league. No way we can beat them, I'm not that good of a battler yet."
“Id say we have a chance if we train a fair bit. Though i suppose just doing whatever we’re here for will be the easier task”
"Huh?" Fray paused for a moment, nodding along with the little fluffy guy's idea. "Oh yeah! Good idea!"
The smell hit her just as she placed the shades down and with a gasp, she zoomed right over. "Ooh, thanks, Mr Noivern!"
WIth a mouthful of the delicious sandwich, she raised her hand like an excited child. "Ooh! Ooh! Me me! I got a question!" she exclaimed, floating a bit higher and pointing at his mechanical tail. "Why do you have metal stuff on your tail, mister? Did something bad happen to you?"
As maglev finishes his sandwich, Still trying to provide shade for Israfel, He starts to take notice of the noivern's unique looking tail, following up with Fray: "Do most of the mons native here have mechanical parts?"
"I guess you don't have them in your world? they're called sandwiches, here." as they hand over the sandwich the noivern made for Israfel, "usually its bread with some type of filling between them at the very least"
"Sandwiches?" Astra says, gulping down a bite of his own. "Mx. Noivern gave them to us. My trainer always says that dragons love sandwiches. Maybe it's true, I mean, I'm pretty sure Noivern is a dragon, and they run a sandwich shop."
"Humans don't exist natively here. The only humans here are from other worlds, who become Pokemon upon arrival here," the Noivern said, as if this was a basic fact of everyday life.
"It just happens sometimes. Occasionally people from other worlds wind up here," the Noivern answered with far too much nonchalance.
The Noivern swished their tail a bit. "Got it caught in some gears a while back. This here's a prosthetic."
"Yes. There's Pokemon with implants and prosthetics, and then there's also automatons, fully mechanical Pokemon," the Noivern said.
"It's like with a train," the Noivern hummed. "Drive Belt, the town we're in, is a mobile town that moves along tracks. The rumbling is from the movement of the town."
“Ohhhhh thats fun!”
"Someone with influence over space... That reminds me of a legendary pokemon I learned about at Naranja Academy. Its name was like Palk-something."
"I have another question. Is there a way I can get back to Paldea... back to my home world?"
"Hm.... Do people know why?" Taken a bit aback with how casual the Noivern answered, definitely not the same world they've been taken to before, kinda weird how quickly he's getting used to this, at this point it wouldnt really be the first time anyways, Maglev follows up:
"There is a way in. There should be a way out..." he states, also interested in returning.
Something about that felt unsettlingly robotic, - Ugh, what a dumb pun, - but it was also... intriguing. Why would Pokémon just RANDOMLY be dropped into another world? "Do they, the 'mons that enter this world, I mean, have to do something to get back? Like a quest or an adventure or something?" He half-asked, half-wondered aloud. His mind was defaulting to the children stories about Pokémon entering a new world and having to explore mystery dungeons.Noivern (who Blitz thinks might be a cyborg) said:
"Palkia," Blitz automatically answered, realizing how much of a nerd he sounded like right now. Oh well, everyone here knew he was a nerd anyway. Might as well seal the deal.Charcadet (omg why are they on fire aaaaaa) said:
The fact that the Pawniard was making sense was somehow scarier than Pawniard's unnerving demeanor. "I guess that make a little sense, seeing how some of us here claim to be human... but then how and WHY exactly would we be sent HERE? If someone were to kidnap me, the LAST thing I'd expect them to do would be to give me a free sandwich." Here goes, Detective Blitz is on the case! Oh Arceus, he was LOSING it...The scary lookin' Pawniard (plz don't hurt me) said:
