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[kris-writes-stuff]

apologies for not being active, have some snippit of things im working on :3

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Ingo specialized brain skills:

Intellect:

National Dex - Type match ups, battle strategies, and a plethora of pokemon knowledge.

Rapid Transit - Knowledge of travel and your surroundings, your inner compass. The routes of Gear Station. Muscle memory. 

Smokebox - You stew over things carefully. Many ideas, all at the same time, collecting like billows of steam to fuel your fire. 

Psyche:

Conductor - Gut feelings, the power to take charge, conviction to seek out your ideals. 

Empathy - Be in tune with your emotions and the emotions of those around you.

Physique:

Tremors - The world speaks to you, a deep rumbling sensation in your chest, mighty Sinnoh herself. 

Yellow Line - CAUTION! Safety check! Checking and double checking, breaking only rules that won't get you hurt. 

Turn-style - Your will and perseverance to deal with even the harshest of physical and mental abuses. Round and round you spin. 

Alternator - Electricity runs through your veins, it charges you and directs your energy efficiently. Do anything to keep your engine running. 

Engine - Your core. The very being of your physical body. All it knows is what you have taught it. Don't let him stall. 

Distributed Power - The ability to unite  your mind and body perfectly, in total sync you can achieve anything. Generally quiet unless expressly needed. Takes an immense amount of focus and concentration (hard to pull off, but very important).

 Motorocs:

Perception - Sights, smells, touches, sounds, and tastes. The makeup of your world. 

Bravado - Your boldness and loud love and curiosity for the world and those who inhabit it. Keep your cool, be bold, be brave, be the best you ever were. 

[kris-writes-stuff]

It had all started. 

With a mistake. 

Yes, that sounded right, a mistake. Something that was.. wrong, that didn't belong or make sense. Wrong… 

[Encyclopedia] Wrong: Not correct or true; incorrect. In other words- 

It dawns on me, suddenly, that I am thinking. That I am conscious- and that the first thing that had sprung to my mind was quite literally the definition of things being wrong. 

This boded well. 

My vision, as I've begun to notice, has started to return from the darkness I had grown accustomed to. Though, for some reason, that too felt wrong. The word; accustomed, and yet it came to mind so easily. What was going on? 

[Perception: Easy (5)] 

[SNAKE EYES] - FAILURE

My eyes open, but I'm still not sure if I can even see anything. It was dark, so dark. Somehow darker than the blackness I had awoken to, and. 

[Pain Tolerance: Impossible (17)] 

[ 6 + 6 = 12] FAILURE 

I am stricken suddenly with pain all over my body. As if it had taken its sweet time till I had woken up before hitting me all at once. 

[Pain Tolerance] It's too. Cold. We are rapidly approaching hypothermia. Your fingers can't bend without burning with icy pain. Shove them in those pockets of yours and brace against the wind. 

[Perception] You feel it now, your surroundings. The weight of your body, the clothes on your back, the icy wind on your face blowing your hair and goat around wildly. Your feet have sunk into snow, but not too deeply. If you’re slow, and careful, you can trudge your way forward. 

Something prickles at the corner of my eyes. A… sparkly sensation, is the only way I can seem to describe it. There is something about the way my mind.... converses, that strikes me as both strange and ordinary, but I cannot spare time for this train of thought for longer than a moment. My hands instinctively find their way to pockets worn and protected from the wind and snow, if ever so slightly. 

[Black and Red Coat] I can’t protect you from the cold. I am sorry. I will do my best, though. I love you. Keep moving forward. 

There’s the smallest spark of warmth I feel, somewhere deep in my mind, but it’s gone just as soon as it came. I try to shake away the troubled feelings that pile onto my shoulders like piles and piles of coal. Nothing to do about that now, I must survive first and foremost. 

[Perception] Your eyes have adjusted, slightly, and you can see your surroundings ever so slightly. Unfortunately, everything around you is smooth with snow. Featureless and, undoubtedly, much different than how it normally looks. It was snowing so hard. You must hurry. 

[Worn black work shoes] 

[kris-writes-stuff]

It had all started. 

With a mistake. 

Yes, that sounded right, a mistake. Something that was.. wrong, that didn't belong or make sense. Wrong… 

[Encyclopedia] Wrong: Not correct or true; incorrect. In other words- 

It dawns on me, suddenly, that I am thinking. That I am conscious- and that the first thing that had sprung to my mind was quite literally the definition of things being wrong. 

This boded well. 

My vision, as I've begun to notice, has started to return from the darkness I had grown accustomed to. Though, for some reason, that too felt wrong. The word; accustomed, and yet it came to mind so easily. What was going on? 

[Perception: Easy (5)] 

[SNAKE EYES] - FAILURE

My eyes open, but I'm still not sure if I can even see anything. It was dark, so dark. Somehow darker than the blackness I had awoken to, and. 

[Pain Tolerance: Impossible (17)] 

[ 6 + 6 = 12] FAILURE 

I am stricken suddenly with pain all over my body. As if it had taken its sweet time till I had woken up before hitting me all at once. 

[Pain Tolerance] It's too. Cold. We are rapidly approaching hypothermia. Your fingers can't bend without burning with icy pain. Shove them in those pockets of yours and brace against the wind. 

[Perception] You feel it now, your surroundings. The weight of your body, the clothes on your back, the icy wind on your face blowing your hair and goat around wildly. Your feet have sunk into snow, but not too deeply. If you’re slow, and careful, you can trudge your way forward. 

Something prickles at the corner of my eyes. A… sparkly sensation, is the only way I can seem to describe it. There is something about the way my mind.... converses, that strikes me as both strange and ordinary, but I cannot spare time for this train of thought for longer than a moment. My hands instinctively find their way to pockets worn and protected from the wind and snow, if ever so slightly. 

[Black and Red Coat] I can’t protect you from the cold. I am sorry. I will do my best, though. I love you. Keep moving forward. 

There’s the smallest spark of warmth I feel, somewhere deep in my mind, but it’s gone just as soon as it came. I try to shake away the troubled feelings that pile onto my shoulders like piles and piles of coal. Nothing to do about that now, I must survive first and foremost. 

[Perception] Your eyes have adjusted, slightly, and you can see your surroundings ever so slightly. Unfortunately, everything around you is smooth with snow. Featureless and, undoubtedly, much different than how it normally looks. It was snowing so hard. You must hurry. 

[Worn black work shoes] 

[kris-writes-stuff]

so, i keep coming back to this idea that when Ingo did eventually get back home, even if he had his memories in tact, he'd be a much different person than Emmet was used to.

and i just think that would bother him a lot. and he cant help it, just like he knows Ingo cant help like he changed. Emmet missed something comfortable and familiar, but now that they've reunited that sort of image Emmet had in his head of how things would be again is completely torn apart.

and, i dont even mean this in a bad way! Ingo im sure would have grown a lot. become more grateful and more open with himself and the people around him, because he wants to cherish what he has again. what he took for granted.

Emmet and Ingo have always been support for one another, Im sure. but when they separated, Ingo grew strong and held himself up with new friends and companions, while Emmet..

well, you could splinter off here in all sorts of ways, but. what if he didnt get any stronger, just waiting for the day he could lean and be leaned on by his brother once again, only to find out his brother didnt need that anymore.

i dont want this to sound like Emmet would be obsessed with Ingo, just in case its coming off like that, just like.. the hope to fall back into a routine being held as a motivator for Emmet, only to realize that he's never going to have that old, comforting routine again. now he needs to look inward and figure himself out.

[kris-writes-stuff]

Ok but didn't Ingo at some point decided that he was gonna protect Volo no matter what? Like what's Volo reaction to that??

forgot about this for a second BUT it has been on the back of my mind all day. i dont Remember when i mentioned thar, but i'd believe you if you said i did lol. my train of thought goes sll over the place

im going to work this idea in though i think. its like, Volo and Ingo develop a very strange relationship to begin with. i need to emphasize that more, i think, that Volo wants to just Use Ingo at first. Whether Ingo realizes or not doesnt really matter, because either way he would help. Because, for the most part at least, Volo is kind and doesnt seem like too much trouble. besides, Ingo likes to keep busy and likes to work.Its a win win

I dont really want to explain why, but in a way, they do a strange dance the way their 'guarded/guarder' relationship goes. Ingo is, of course, watching out for Volo when they are out and about. he doesbt expect Volo to lict a finger,

but he will. Often. and thats fine, he can help where he wants, Ingo wont stop him from battling with his pokemon or catching more of his own either.

but when he starts to prioritize Ingo over himself when it comes to ambushes, frenzied and alpha pokemon, or even just the hazards of their terrain around them, it becomes a strange game. they both are aware the other is playing, yet neither speak up about it. they constantly start predicting each other's actions, and they're almost always out scouting and catching pokemon and doing requests, so this is a daily occurance

hope any of that made sense LOL

[kris-writes-stuff]

ohh there’s definitely a lot of relationship building i hafta think about… not that i havent already! just have to do it MORE

maybe i’m remembering wrong, and i Will have to look more into how characters  look in game and all, but I like the idea that Irida is very trusting in her gut feelings. She’s got good instincts! she can tell that this strange man is a good person, and she’d be a fool to ignore his skills when it comes to pokemon. He may be a little worse for wear, and odd to boot, but she can deal with that.

Ingo likes her too, in turn, but he cant exactly be a chooser in this situation. He’s just grateful that she’s giving him the time of day at all.generally speaking, they have a mutual respect for one another and want to help each other.

Then there’s Warden Lian, little guy with a big personality. I think? maybe not lmaoo. I would think that Ingo would generally keep his distance, but he’s always around to help when needed. Which is often. Lian can rely on Ingo and Ingo can have a sort of little brother, in a way, it feels strangely familiar..

Warden Calaba is probably someone he visits frequenly, making sure she never needs anything. He lets her do things her way and how she wants, he respects that, but he doesn’t want her to needlessly struggle with anything. They too have a mutual respect for one another, maybe a little stronger since she’s his elder. She probably actually didnt trust him at all at first, but would’ve seen him helping the clan no matter how tired he was, and decided he was a good egg after all.

Warden Palina and Ingo probably get along very well over bonding with pokemon. Seeing as she felt so much for her Noble’s kin, who she didn’t wish to force responsibility onto. I think Ingo would have been on her side in this situation, and offered her someone who would listen to these troubles.

And then there’s Gaeric, which.. i cant see them interacting much, honestly? Gaeric seems like the type of man who would be constantly out and about training, never giving himself much free time. Though, I’m sure Ingo would still respect his work ethic, even if he himself isn’t that dedicated. Even if these people gave him the chance to survive.

And y'know. y'know

chest

okay bye thats Ingo’s relations in pearl clan i’ll do more when i reboot my brain [sorry if any of this was confusing at all lolll]

[kris-writes-stuff]

For your guard dog Ingo au, what do the other members of the pearl clan think of volo?

Like is Irida somewhat cautious about him and how does her feelings chanfe once she gets closer?

Same with the other members of the clan, are they initially neutral or do they realsie somethings a bit off?

alright im gonna pretend i read this right the first time and Didnt totally go off writing about Ingo’s social standings msdfndfsdf

honestly its hard to say... the clans are definitely more cautious i think when it comes to outsiders than the galaxy team. im sure the ginkgo guild has been around this area in the past, so they wouldn’t be strangers. so...

maybe most folks dont look twice when Volo is around. He’s a wandering merchant, he’s bound to pop by every now and then, that’s just the nature of things.

but then Ingo shows up, and suddenly Volo is a lot more prominent. People who wouldnt bat an eye seeing him a few times a week now were eyeing him constantly. This wasn’t normal, after all, that merchant didnt like staying in one place too long.

Something about the new warden just sort of... drew in Volo, like a magnet. It’s not like he was Doing Anything, they just talked. he seemed curious. and, well, who could blame him? Ingo was very mysterious. he came from the sky with no memories, and he was practically fearless.

the thing that must’ve caught everyone off guard the most.

was how much Ingo warmed up to Volo in turn.

[kris-writes-stuff]

working... on a sort of outline/guideline :-)

[kris-writes-stuff]

ohhh the drama, the drama that is playing out in my brain right now. i can barely articulate

Ingo’s Zorua trauma spiking when Volo comes through that portal with Emmet, untrusting and fearful for himself and his partner’s life. This immediately sets off alarms in Emmet’s head, and that feeling he got when he first met this strange man was enforced two fold. 

creating this like, triangle of decreasing trust that just spirals downwards.

things would settle down soon enough, but tensions would be high. Emmet feels that Volo forced his brother to change.

Ingo was still barely convinced his double was real, and not an illusion. And even still, he didn’t trust him regardless. Even if Volo came back with him. Something was just… wrong.

woof. thats very very messy. i’ll untangle it later, im like, half here lmfao

[kris-writes-stuff]

im writing a thing okay :-)

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