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[open] i am born from you

Who: The Knight + you
What: A tiny wanderer makes an appearance.
When: March 11 onwards
Where: Around the island
Warnings: Nothing
Notes: I'll match your format!

If you're awake in the early hours of the morning, you might see a strange figure wandering the shores of Enso; tiny and clad in grey, with a well-used, well-polished weapon. They meander along the beach, as if not quite sure what they're doing here.

As the day progresses, they can be found in other places, as well; a garden in the mountains, poking around the housing islets, and simply rambling through the island as if they're trying to reacquaint themselves with all of it.

You might find them familiar.

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[The residents returning is becoming less of a shock-many have made their way back somehow over the last month and-

She's still surprised to see that small bug ambling across the shoreline. It still doesn't seem real, even as her heart swells with delight and hope and something like love as she sees them again. The little being who she realized was too much like her far too late in their time together and-

She calls out to them quietly and waves her arm in the air in case they don't see her.]

It's you-you did it. You came back.

[ They spot Ren almost immediately when she comes into view; that shock of white hair framing a pale face, the way she talks, is unmistakable.

Rather than wave back, they make a beeline for her and stop in front of her. After a moment of looking up, they raise their arms in a clear indicator of up? ]

[An intense wave of relief blankets her body at their seemingly immediate recognition. They can't talk, but their body language says enough, as they immediately run over to be lifted in the air.

And she wastes no time in doing so, quickly kneeling down and wrapping her arms around them to pull them against her body. They're gonna be in this tight hug for a long time.]

Good job, good job.

Chip has never been an early riser, so they miss the first few hours of Bug Time. This unfortunate loss, however, might be mollified when the Knight makes their way over to the bee houses. Chip has been doing their best to take care of the hives, and despite their inexpert hands the bees seem to be thriving.

Their outfit for the task is kind of...a lot, though. Several layers of shirts and pants, a pair of over-sized gardening gloves, and a cobbled-together mess of a face mask that Chip is currently in the process of untangling their head from. With the daily inspection finished, they'd like to be in less warm clothes now please and thank you!!

They vaguely wonder how long that takes to put on. Clothing always looks like such a hassle; they're more familiar with the concept now, but they've never had a desire to wear it.

Chip does seem like they're having difficulty, so this is no time for philosophical puzzling! They hurry over to lend an extra pair of hands towards helping their friend remove the face mask.

The extra pair of hands is more than welcome, and Chip pulls free of the mess with a relieved gasp. Shaking their hair back out of their eyes, it takes them a moment to realize who their helper is.

"Th-thank you, it got stuck and--Knight!" Going from embarrassed to ecstatic in record time, Chip grabs up Knight into a tight hug. "You're back! You came back!"

They don't sleep, so being awake in the early hours of the morning is a given. Whether they're out on the beach is less so, but today they just so happen to be.

They catch movement in the corner of their eye and turn, expecting something dangerous, like a centipuppy, this early in the morning. Instead their headflaps lift, flare, at the sight of what is clearly a friend.

"Ally!" Immediately, they turn and head in the Knight's direction.

Legion is still here. That's good. Knowing what was waiting for them, back in their own world...

They put that aside for later. Right now, Legion is still here, and is happy to see them, and they're more than happy to run towards them to greet them and hug their leg, headbutting it gently in a clear expression of affection.

They have become freer, more willing to give affection since the Knight's departure. When their smaller ally comes running to hug them they reach down and attempt to pick them up for easier, less awkward hugging.

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It's a pleasant surprise, and the Knight gladly accepts being scooped up for a better quality hug. They gently butt their head against one of Legion's headflaps; words are hard, but gestures speak for them better than words ever could, they think.

After a moment, Legions headlamps lift and shift forward, and Legion gently headbutts the Knight back.

"You are well?"

[The Drifter is watering the Knight's plants when they see them. They have been caring for this garden and this house so studiously since the Knight vanished, and though they have ventured that it was all on the conceit of keeping things in order for them upon their return...]

[They hadn't assumed that it would ever truly be as such.]

[But then they are there. The Drifter blinks several times, shaking their head as though to clear it, as though afraid that this might be some cruel hallucination - but it is not. The Knight is here. Real.]

[Slowly, tentatively...they lift a hand in a cautious little wave.]

[ When they return to their house, or, at least, the place that they remember as being their house, they're surprised to see the Drifter there, watering plants. It's not an activity they would have associated with them.

Their friend has always been nomadic. The fact that they're here now means something very important.

They might have run to hug them, but the Knight remembers their frailty, how their boundaries are firmly set. So, they wave back, and approach slowly - like they, too, don't quite believe this is real. ]

[It has been so long since they've seen them in person, and so long since...]

[Well, they hadn't assumed that they'd ever be coming back. And now that more and more people they know who went missing are returning, they cannot exactly lie to themself about any of them. Those losses affected them. Of course they did.]

[The Drifter's pace is slow and hesitant, as though expecting the Knight to dissipate at any moment, as they close the gap between them, and then drop into a kneel. Wanting to reach out to do something, anything - brush the top of their head, or rest a hand on their shoulder, but uncertain as to how welcome this contact might be. They've never been one to offer much in the way of physical affection, have they?]

been taking care of your house

[ Knowledge of the language they had learned, a voice freely given, trickles back into their memory. ]

I-SAW

THANK-YOU

[ Their hands and movements are slow and a little clumsy, deliberate. But they want to make sure the message gets across.

Words seem inadequate for such a meeting. They step close, stretching up as far as they can, to gently press their forehead against the Drifter's. Small hands reach as far as possible to touch their friend's cloak, to hold it gently, like they're confirming again that they're real. ]

[It is a little thing, maybe, but...]

[It's enough.]

[The Drifter cups the back of the Knight's head with one of their hands and their eyes slit shut. The contact finally, finally affirms it for real. For real.]

missed you

[ Their tiny fingers curl into the worn fabric of the Drifter's cloak, and rather than release their grip, they simply nod.

The Knight missed them too. ]

went home?

[They've been gone a while. They know...what awaits the Knight in their future. That being of void that insisted they not tell them. And thus far, they've kept their promise. Even if it aches, knowing that the Knight has no notion of what might be coming.]

[ They nod again, fingers tightening a little in the Drifter's cloak.

They had seen...things. Flashes. Brief and confusing. They're not sure what such things mean, or if they like them or not. But for now, they are here, unchanged as they were before.

They want to ask the same question back to them, but that would require letting go. They feel like they don't want to do that yet. ]

[They don't seem to want to answer much more than that. The Drifter's hardly one to force that. They seldom if ever talk about anything unless they must; expecting differently from another is not their way.]

are you ok?

[Guzma most certainly is not awake in the wee hours of the morning, but during perhaps mid-morning, closer towards noon, does he finally exit his little home, to prepare for the day and try to re-familiarize himself with having to hunt for his food. He can have Golisopod go fishing for him, easily, while he does foraging with Scizor around the island. He's been gone, too, and so many things he finds are both familiar and very, very new.

As he wanders down with both Pokemon behind him - the shiny, metallic, red one looking akin to the Mantis Lords in their kingdom of scythes and warriors - Guzma blinks, does a double-take, and nearly spins around on his heel as the tiny knight strides past. He mistakes them, once again, for a smaller version of his Pokemon - Pinsir - but it's only a moment before the recognition hits. The little bug buddy he made so long ago! They're back, too? Why are so many people coming back here?

Whatever, he'll worry about those questions another time. For now, Guzma is just excited to see them again, as he calls out--]

Hey!! Li'l homeslice!

[ There's instant recognition in the way they perk up and look around for the source of Guzma's voice, and no hesitation in the way they trot up to Guzma eagerly. But rather than the hug, they hold up a hand as high as they can, tiny fingers spread, in a gesture they learned on this island, though not from him.

Hi-five? ]

[Guzma will meet them half way, squatting down to be more on their level as Scizor leans over his shoulder, curiously peering at this new creature his trainer seems familiar with. Guzma, just about to either hug or pick up the tiny baby insect, like he normally would have, instead blinks at them and tilts his head. What are they...oh.

Oh my gosh, that’s so cute. That’s so hecking cute and he actually has to cover his mouth to hide the immensely huge, stupid smile that spreads on his face. He’s dead. They’ve killed him on the spot. Goodbye this world and the next.]

[Ahem! Laughing quietly, despite himself, Guzma hold up his much larger palm for them to smack. They might need to hop a teensy bit, but he’s not being a jerk about keeping it too high over their head.]

Aw yeah, welcome back, bro! You too, huh?

When someone leaves, Kravitz hardly expects to see them again. It's not really the grieving he recommends to other people, the process he should be giving himself, but... well, it's enough to just make it through these days. What he is doing is trying to hold it together, to honor and remember the people who've touched him in the same way his past cases have shaped his ideals. It's all he can do, really. He doesn't have control over this anymore.

All that is to say is he doesn't even register the Knight, at first. He doesn't even recognize that they're there, and simply existing, and it takes a double-take before he registers that it is actually them.

"I-- Knight?" Kravitz calls out, just to make sure this isn't some kind of hallucination-- though to be fair, it absolutely could be even if he spoke to it. Still, he has to try. "Is-- is that you?"

They perk up as soon as they hear Kravitz's voice. There's the pitter-patter of tiny feet running very quickly as they beeline towards him with purpose.

Then, they slide to a halt, and very carefully put their arms around his leg, headbutting it affectionately.

That seems to be all the answer Kravitz is getting out of them.

He finds himself just standing there for a moment, blinking down at this little bug like he must be hallucinating. Instead of saying anything else, Kravitz simply kneels down, moving a hand to gently rest on their head.

Well, they feel real at least. They can feel them. He wills his hands to stop shaking, and rests a hand on the back of their head instead. "Oh. I-- oh. I'm... I'm sorry you're back, but I admit I am so happy to see you again."

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