Route 113/Fallarbor Town | Late Afternoon
To his relief, they don't seem to find the question to be too unnecessary. Good. Chris would rather not make himself look even more indecisive and incompetent than he already has. "Um...No, I... I think we got this. We have plenty of people to get him down and move him safely inside... unless you think differently?"
Both of them look to the Charizard for an answer, Chris shifting his feet from the weight of his nerves. When the dragon shakes his head, a little bit of the tension flows out of his shoulders. While he'd been perfectly willing to help, he also had a knack for making things worse...which would no doubt be catastrophic when dealing with a severely injured person. "Between Dragonite, Mattimeo, Joy and myself, we should be more than enough to get him in. Let's just hurry to get him down before he wakes up."
To Chris' surprise, the Charizard turns to him and bows, a gesture of respect he probably doesn't actually deserve. After all, what he's done so far is something any decent human should offer to their fellow man...but still, Chris appreciates it. He has never been one to overlook acknowledgement from other people. "Thank you, Chris. Really."
The added gratitude causes Chris to again run his hand through his hair, as he always did when a stranger thanked him, or complimented him, or showed any sort of general kindness. Somehow, even after all these years, the habit has persisted. "It's no problem,"
he says, suddenly losing the ability to make eye contact. Across from the now-a-guest's house, Atlas is waving at him rather urgently with a single paw. The others have gathered around him, and though he does not want to be rude to their guests, he can't just wave away his Pokemon either. "I couldn't refuse people who needed help."
The last sentence is said with a smile, or at least the best he can attempt. Despite the urgency of their arrival, and his own pervasive awkwardness, Chris still wants these people to feel 'at home', even if they don't stay for very long.
By now, Atlas looks like he's about to start burning a hole into the ground. What in the world could be more important than the fact that living, breathing survivors actually found Fallarbor? Maybe that's why the Vaporeon is acting so strange...well, now Chris can't put off seeing what the big deal is. Just looking at Atlas right now is starting to make him feel twitchy, as if something is wrong. "I think one of my Pokemon needs me, actually,"
he tells the others near him apologetically, hating to look so rude when he's only barely met them. "Um, excuse me for a minute. Just give me a shout if you need anything."
They'd probably want some time without him looking over his shoulders, anyways. With that, Chris makes his way over to the small gathering of his Pokemon, painfully aware of the way they're watching him. As soon as he's in earshot, the younger ones take it upon themselves to bombard him with questions."Chris, who are they?"
Ninten asks excitedly; it isn't surprising to see the Reuniclus be eager to meet new people. That was how it always was before, after all, and it isn't like they've had a variety of visitors before today. Din is the next to speak, the little bug's higher-pitched voice causing Chris to adjust the communicator conveying her words before the feedback could hurt his ear. Damn thing...it seriously needs some sort of repair, but Chris doesn't know jack about how to do so. "Was that a dinosaur?""Who cares about dinosaurs! You guys won't believe-""Everyone, give him some space,"
Stannis interrupts before anyone can add more questions, for which Chris is infinitely grateful for. Leave it to the Sawsbuck to bring some semblance of order to the more chaotic members of their family. "I'm sure he's just as shocked as we are. And besides, I believe you have something to say?"
The latter part is spoken towards Atlas, though the Vaporeon doesn't quite catch it at first-his scowl at being cut off morphs into a questioning look, with the Water-type glancing at Stannis and then Chris. It's as though he's waiting for a confirmation to speak, something practically unheard of with the Vaporeon. It isn't like him to stop and wait before speaking his mind."What is it, Atlas?"
The Water-type is all too enthusiastic to speak once he's been given the go-ahead. "Those guys-"
he says while pointing a paw at the now-occupied house, "Aren't our only guests. I found other Pokemon coming towards the fence, a pair of cool cats, literally, but one of them is hurt. I let them into that weird fossil house."
At this point, Atlas is practically beaming, though he's the only one-all of the other Pokemon are either wide-eyed or exchanging worried glances, and Chris can't blame them. He's feeling half-shellshocked himself. Not one, but two groups of survivors stumbling upon their town on the same day...could it really be mere coincidence? By now, though, Astora has recovered from her disbelief and points a furious glare at Atlas, her teeth bared. "You let them in? Have you lost your damn mind?""Oh my God, Astora, chill. If they wanted me dead, I wouldn't even be here!""And you know this how? You left them there by themselves! They could be biding their time, waiting to-""Stop it, you two,"
Chris interjects; he's far more intrigued by the other 'visitors' than their daily bickering. Really, any of their guests could be dangerous-that is the risk they take by inviting them into town. If Atlas is at fault for letting somebody in, then Chris is as well. The Vaporeon had mentioned an injured person, a story uncannily similar to the one Chris has just encountered-he's not going to let the little guy be attacked for doing something he thought was right. Looking directly at his Vaporeon, Chris asks, "Did you tell them about the rest of us?""Only about you. They didn't seem to be that cool with humans at first, but I said you were like, completely harmless. So they're willing to meet you."
Chris isn't quite sure what to make of that "harmless" comment-does he really come off as that soft? Ah, whatever. The vital thing here is that he has more Pokemon to introduce himself to, hopefully without
screwing up. "Okay. At least one of you guys stay here,"
he tells the other Pokemon other than Atlas, "Just in case our guests need something, or someone. You can tell them where I went if they ask. The rest of you can go back to the normal routine for now, alright?"
With nods of affirmation from his friends, Chris returns his attention to his Vaporeon, ready to go and meet...whoever these other newcomers are. With any luck, he could convince them he wasn't like the other humans out there, the ones without any sort of basic human decency."Alright, Atlas, let's go."
(I am sorry for the lateness and poor quality.)