[Despite the "simplicity" and received instruction, the PokéGear was beyond anything Minato had encountered back home and it had taken some tentative study and poking around before he felt comfortable enough to try communicating with the others in this strange world.
Strange, like the little creature making some sort of chirping sound and bouncing at his side, off screen. It made him laugh at least, a low and somewhat embarrassed sound.
Plusle was cheering on his technological success.]
I suppose anything I could ask would be met with the answers I've already received. [Still a question, really. Was I told the truth?] A different world, hm? It's a bit much to take in, I think, and rather unbelievable.
[Granted, seeing and experiencing this world was enough to obviously set off alarms that something wasn't quite right. We're not in Konoha anymore, Yondaime! But to a guy who knew there were techniques (genjutsu, illusions) that could dramatically alter one's perception of reality...
Visual confirmation simply wasn't enough.]
Well, I knew I would go somewhere else but, ah-
[Ahem.] Sorry. My name is Minato; if there's anyone out there that happens to recognize me I'd like to hear from you, please.
[His clothing was different (though the jacket reminiscent of his Chuunin days), and the Konoha headband normally displayed across his forehead had been tucked away in his backpack- Minato wanted to "blend in" as much as possible while figuring out the situation. It never hurt to pretend to be a harmless confused civilian instead of the high ranking shinobi he actually was.
But there's no mistaking who he is despite the small changes, bright blond hair jutting out in varied spikes, his offered smile warm.]
If not, it's a pleasure to meet you all.
Third Person Sample:
The small animal at his side had been the least confusing issue Minato had run into since waking up in an unfamiliar world. He might not have recognized what she was exactly, sure, but so far she didn't seem that much different in theory to the summons he had teamed up with back home.
She, yes. A random tidbit of information he'd received upon using his PokéGear in hopes of learning more.
That, and she liked to cheer. Apparently. But it was nice to have an enthusiastic partner who seemed eager to help him as he fumbled his way through new surroundings, even if they couldn't directly communicate. A little comforting, maybe. Distracting. A reason to stay focused, someone else to watch out for as he explored.
It was much easier to busy himself with gathering information and figuring out how to speak to his new friend than it was to dwell on how he had ended up here, what had happened before his arrival. Too much. It was too much to contemplate his mortality and the aching loss of family on top of the strange room he had woken up in, the woman who was quick to shoo him out of the house with a packed bag and a hasty goodbye.
She definitely did not look anything like his mother.
But at least he didn't seem to be alone; more, also unfamiliar faces stumbled out of the houses around him, confused and searching for the same answers that he was. It was difficult to decide whether that was a comforting fact or not, that others were lost too, far away from their homes. They wouldn't be much help though, really, despite similar circumstances- but the locals should be, and were first on his list to strike up conversations with.
"...Welcome to the world of Pokémon!"
Maybe he'd start by inquiring about the music that seemed to be playing everywhere...
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First Person Sample:
--Ah, there we go.
[Despite the "simplicity" and received instruction, the PokéGear was beyond anything Minato had encountered back home and it had taken some tentative study and poking around before he felt comfortable enough to try communicating with the others in this strange world.
Strange, like the little creature making some sort of chirping sound and bouncing at his side, off screen. It made him laugh at least, a low and somewhat embarrassed sound.
Plusle was cheering on his technological success.]
I suppose anything I could ask would be met with the answers I've already received. [Still a question, really. Was I told the truth?] A different world, hm? It's a bit much to take in, I think, and rather unbelievable.
[Granted, seeing and experiencing this world was enough to obviously set off alarms that something wasn't quite right. We're not in Konoha anymore, Yondaime! But to a guy who knew there were techniques (genjutsu, illusions) that could dramatically alter one's perception of reality...
Visual confirmation simply wasn't enough.]
Well, I knew I would go somewhere else but, ah-
[Ahem.] Sorry. My name is Minato; if there's anyone out there that happens to recognize me I'd like to hear from you, please.
[His clothing was different (though the jacket reminiscent of his Chuunin days), and the Konoha headband normally displayed across his forehead had been tucked away in his backpack- Minato wanted to "blend in" as much as possible while figuring out the situation. It never hurt to pretend to be a harmless confused civilian instead of the high ranking shinobi he actually was.
But there's no mistaking who he is despite the small changes, bright blond hair jutting out in varied spikes, his offered smile warm.]
If not, it's a pleasure to meet you all.
Third Person Sample:
The small animal at his side had been the least confusing issue Minato had run into since waking up in an unfamiliar world. He might not have recognized what she was exactly, sure, but so far she didn't seem that much different in theory to the summons he had teamed up with back home.
She, yes. A random tidbit of information he'd received upon using his PokéGear in hopes of learning more.
That, and she liked to cheer. Apparently. But it was nice to have an enthusiastic partner who seemed eager to help him as he fumbled his way through new surroundings, even if they couldn't directly communicate. A little comforting, maybe. Distracting. A reason to stay focused, someone else to watch out for as he explored.
It was much easier to busy himself with gathering information and figuring out how to speak to his new friend than it was to dwell on how he had ended up here, what had happened before his arrival. Too much. It was too much to contemplate his mortality and the aching loss of family on top of the strange room he had woken up in, the woman who was quick to shoo him out of the house with a packed bag and a hasty goodbye.
She definitely did not look anything like his mother.
But at least he didn't seem to be alone; more, also unfamiliar faces stumbled out of the houses around him, confused and searching for the same answers that he was. It was difficult to decide whether that was a comforting fact or not, that others were lost too, far away from their homes. They wouldn't be much help though, really, despite similar circumstances- but the locals should be, and were first on his list to strike up conversations with.
"...Welcome to the world of Pokémon!"
Maybe he'd start by inquiring about the music that seemed to be playing everywhere...