Indeliblepromise - 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑷.

A tragedy......................

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‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 ? Wellㅤ—ㅤmaybe that shouldn't have been surprising. Grandpaㅤ—ㅤor rather, Mikhail had poured very heart and soul into the bustling utopia that was Penacony. Surely, there would have been more than just the little dream bubble that he had been BORN from.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤEven if the memories weren't quite so flattering, he still can't help but smile. Though he was still growing used to all these brand new revelations, it was nice to hear about his Grandpa and the LIVES he had touched.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤYes, I suppose he could have been ! But to his credit, riding a snowmobile into the Taikiyan stadium DOES sound fun if it didn't disrupt anyone ! And maybe ONE Nosewalker cub would make a nice pet ! I can tell you though that even if he DID cause quite a bit of trouble for Pom-pom, he still really cared about them alongside Mister Tiernan and Miss Razalina ! They were all FAMILY to him.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe other trailblazer's words give him pause. Truth be told, he was still getting used to the idea that he was a mere fragment of his Grandpa's life. He had spent so long believing he was an absolutely normal bellboy born in Dreamflux Reef; not the legacy of one of the most accomplished Trailblazers Akavili ever got to have as a dedicated follower. Maybe SHOCK was the best word for it. He was even surprised he was able to give such a formal and well - spoken explanation to the new generation of Trailblazers when the truth had finally been revealed. Maybe that was his Grandpa's last will guiding him to help the Trailblazers save Penacony.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤTo tell you the truth, it is a little jarring going from believing you're just an ordinary kid and your Grandpa was just an ordinary seafarer to realizing you're the last remaining legacy of a legendary trailblazer. Whether or not I am my own person or I'm simply some sort of weird not - ghost of his past though, I know it's something to be PROUD of rather than ashamed of. And I'll do my best to live up to his name while I'm with you allㅤ—ㅤWITHOUT the snowmobiles and Nosewalker cubs.ㅤ❜

In a way, he felt as though he could relate to Misha. Both were the reincarnation of someone who had come before. Wistfully, he wished his own past incarnation was someone to be proud of instead of a malevolent and terrible tyrant, but what could be done about that? What mattered the most was what he did in this lifetime, and it was no different with Misha. Penacony was a place dear for the Nameless and this was where the present lay.

Meditative and thoughtful with each sweep of the mop, Dan Heng listened to the boy's story intently. He knew better than to think a simple fairytale of heroism told the entire story. Perhaps it was one he'd learn for himself someday.

It made him wonder: would the day come when a new generation of Nameless told his story? Would he be reborn the Express, and would a new incarnation hear about his past and feel proud for what had come before? Maybe... part of him genuinely hoped so.

"It's funny, but I remember being shown a Dream Bubble that Stelle bought from Dr. Edward. It showed a memory that wasn't fully rendered, but apparently, Mikhail was quite the troublemaker. He tended to fluster the Conductor quite a lot with his antics, but he was more or less made to fulfill a kind of community service as recompense. Probably not the most glamorous story there is."

Mikhail reminded him of his friends. The boisterousness, the laughter, the memories they made... and how they had remained together for so long. And now, he wanted that story to continue, too. But, a question lingered in his mind, one that few besides Misha might understand.

"You were... created by him. An offshoot of him. Maybe you think you're one and the same, but really--you're not. You've branched off and become your own person, unless... you disagree." Dan Heng didn't know if he'd meet someone like Misha again; someone so similar to himself. Hee had to know and see for sure if it was possible to live beyond the person who came before, or... if it was all just folly, in the end.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. Sure, he was MORE attuned to the otherworldly than most people were, he still wasn't quite at his mum's level yet. There was definitely a possibility he was missing SOMETHING.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤM - maybe ! Hopefully it's just a few stray ghost Pokémon and nothing else. Should we LOOK ?ㅤ❜

It's strange, really, to come to the conclusion that the cafe has something going on, enough to call in an expert on the supernatural. He's not really sure what to expect, but if it is ghosts, at least he and his Zoroark might have an advantage. If it's not, then... Well, he's not really sure what to do in that case.

" Eh, as far as I know, no? But we are kinda in a back alley, and there are plenty of stuff going on around the city. Maybe something happened nearby...? "

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒚 being second nature to him, he was still an easily nervous and flustered child. He had never met Mister Sunday personally until this pointㅤ—ㅤbut his name was already being spoken of so HIGHLY in Penacony. It was no secret after all how quickly the man had risen through the ranks. He could definitely FEEL the imposing aura coming off the man.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ( Or maybe that feeling was something worse that he couldn't QUITE tell yet. )

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤIt didn't SEEM as if he was in trouble for anything though. Quickly, he tries to adjust himself and maintain the usual professional personality that he ALWAYS did when dealing with anyone in the Reverie or the Sweet Dream.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤEverything seems to be going well on my end, Mister Sunday ! The guests are satisfied and I've been doing EVERYTHING I can to assist with their needs !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤButㅤ—ㅤdo you think we could use any IMPROVEMENTS ? Like more amenities ? More comfortable Dreampools ? Or what about my performance in particular ?ㅤ❜

while the transition from bronze melodia to family head was seamless, sunday lamented the fact that now he had even less free time than before. such was inevitable when moving up in ranks, but any opportunity to slip away was a welcome one indeed. so when he eventually strolled into hotel's lobby and spotted the bellboy, the halovian approached the boy with nothing more than the fleeting desire for some small talk.

❝ hello there, misha. ❞ flaxen hues studied the bellboy for a moment, finding slight amusement in his slight panic. were people already beginning to grow afraid of him, or was misha just nervous ? he shook the question from his mind, giving the boy a small smile in hopes to ease his worries. ❝ the reverie is treating me well, thank you for asking. there's nothing in particular i can think of, as i decided to go for a walk last minute, but... how are you doing ? is there any trouble i should be aware of ? ❞

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. Of course, it wasn't as if he didn't welcome KIND ADULTS. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He had the misfortune of encountering MANY adults in his lifeㅤ—ㅤand out of all of them; only one of them had been kind to him up until this point. But he didn't want to complicate the matter of bringing his FATHER back to life even further. He had even been been reluctant to bring Mademoiselle Domi into it. It had just been the best idea at the timeㅤ—ㅤwell, until it turned out that it wasn't.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe wasn't used to an adult being THIS concerned over his well - being. Now, he actually had to think. There was no way he could just bring this woman to his actual ' home ' and think she would ACCEPT IT. There was another thing he could do; take her to where his ' caretaker ' lived. He didn't LIKE the idea nor did he like his ' caretaker 'ㅤ—ㅤbut in the very least, he knew that the man was REASONABLE enough to play along and let the woman on her way. The Comté probably wasn't going to be too happy with HIM though.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIt's a LITTLE far ! I actually rode my dog, Etoilé here ! I probably could have walked it on my own, but I get TIRED OUT easily ! She can take me back if you're that worried, Mademoiselle ! ㅤ❜

˚˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ—ㅤHe had a feeling she wouldn't take THAT either.

"Well, it's good you have someone that is supposed to be looking out for you, but I still wouldn't feel right letting you to wander back home on your own. That would make me irresponsible." Charlotte taps her chin in thought, tilting her head a bit. It wouldn't be too hard for her to escort him home and get back to the cafe without losing much time. Still, she wanted to make sure he was okay with her offering it since she was a stranger to him.

Deciding to be cautious was the best approach, and so she settled to lead into the offer after one or two questions. All this would depend on his answers of course, but she was ready to counter most excuses if she was given any. She was also ready to just safely shadow him if he lived nearby enough with one of her butterflies.

"My cafe isn't really on the more popular main thoroughfare, so I would at least like to know how far you'd be walking. Do you live close to here or far? If you live more than I few blocks I'd rather offer to escort you back." All it would take is one unlucky instance that would break any safety of his previous times going about the area himself. That was the burning worry that had her bothering to offer, alongside a desire to size up just who was in charge of this young boy.

She had a certain instinctual feeling that the boy was maybe lacking proper care. A feeling she really didn't want to overlook.