Bjyerlfal City || Camphor’s Lab: Reception Area || Time: Morning
Thanks to Ryuuichi rubbing the left side of his face, the large stark white eyepatch is quite visible. Before his messy hair completely covered it, but now its quite plain to see given his hand upon his own face moving said poorly maintained curtain of blonde locks.
The pain and nausea created by suddenly "feeling" all of those "lights" are enough of a shock to his senses that he doesn't even register the newest set of footsteps approaching the couch he is sitting upon. Furthermore, his complete lack of any visual perception means he doesn't even notice the hand being waved in the vicinity of his face.
What finally does get his attention is that gentle, soft voice suddenly speaking to him.
"Hey there, sorry to butt in but...do you need some help? Water? E-T-C?"
The voice, despite its gentler tone and approach, still causes Ryuuichi to flinch slightly. The only voices he's heard spoken to him in such close, three-dimensional proximity over the past few years or so have been those of his parents and doctor.
It isn't until about 10 long, silent seconds pass that Ryuuichi finally realizes that perhaps, for some reason, this person is talking to him. Not wanting to lose his job due to being unresponsive, he decides to respond. His current state of nauseum brought about by this intense migraine though makes his already quiet voice a bit lower and a slight bit raspier.
"Ah... umm... water... y-yea, water. I'd... get some myself but I... don't..." he starts with nearly tripping over every other word, but soon he pauses. Ryuuichi's head lowers a bit as despite how tall he actually is his hunched position on this couch makes him seem a bit shorter than he actually is. Not once does he actually attempt to make any form of 'eye contact', especially given how his bangs cover his 'eyes'.
He tries to find the next words, not really sure how to phrase it. This creates a pause that, while in reality is just a few seconds, to some could feel like an eternity. "Know where the umm... the sink is" is the finale to his previous murmur, this second half quieter than the first.
His breathing does slow somewhat as he manages to calm himself slightly, but the pain in his head from that intense barrage of "feelings" earlier still remains, causing his hand to continue to rub the left side of his face.
Bjyerlfal City || Camphor’s Lab: Reception Area || Time: Morning
"Ugh, come on! Laaaame! Seriously, no coffee?"
Hearing the young man say this as he walks off makes a whirl of mixed feelings go through Ryuuichi.
"Should I have taken it after all?" is what they make him wonder. "I guess... cool people like coffee?" he surmises after considering the young man's 'lame' remark. So now, in Ryuuichi's mind, not only did he fail to get the job he thought he was applying for, but he also just failed his first instance of social activity on this new 'job'.
All because he doesn't like coffee anymore.
Unfortunately Ryuuichi's latest spiral into his mind causes him to accidentally tune out the short conversation that happens afterwards.
It is the sudden cascade of footsteps and voices that brings him back to reality. There are too many footsteps and voices for Ryuuichi to get an accurate count of. "She sure hired a lot of people...just how many Pokémon are we delivering?"
He had been the first one here in the morning. His parents had given him an early wake up call, yet he had already been awake... not that they had noticed since he had still been in bed. As such, when he arrived no one else had been here. This, combined with not knowing the layout of the room, led him to stumble onto the couch he is currently sitting on.
Ryuuichi hadn't participated in the receiving of Pokémon from Camphor. He heard Remi mention something about it to her, but he had tuned it out due to having no desire to get on her bad side since, in his mind, he already was according to the the contents of her email that he can recall.
"Or I guess... am I the only delivery guy?" He can't help but wonder this. He may not be the most versed on Pokémon Trainers, but he knows a few things about them, like how many of them often receive Pokémon from Professors. Alola has such a similar thing to with its Island Challenge. His own recollection of how he once wanted to participate in said Island Challenge makes him rub the underside of his right forearm.
"I guess even fro--"
”Not in here! Are you TRYING to get us in trouble with the Professor?”
Another loud voice abruptly forces him back to reality again. The sound of a Pokéball recalling its held Pokémon reaches his ears. He wonders if, just like the others who had arrived in the lab not too long after he did, if this person also received that Pokémon from Camphor. He had seen Pokémon Trainers out and about before whenever he made past trips to---
Ryuuichi, who has been sitting still until quite this moment and about to enter down a forbidden path of recollection, is brought out of it as he suddenly and quite visibly flinches.
"You in there? Hello! oh what's that?"
Something prodded at him out of nowhere. The sudden touch, coupled with that sudden voice spoken right in front of him, creates quite the visceral reaction as a choked "Gh--huh?!" leaves his lips. The sudden, rough motion from him moves him over on the couch a bit and is more than enough to cause the messy, blonde Rattata's Nest atop his head flay about.
This, to anyone who perhaps had been paying attention, makes much more of his face visible. His right eye is light blue, yet rather dull and listless looking. His left is covered by a large white eyepatch. These don't remain visible for long though as the curtain of blonde hair quickly falls back into place.
His breathing is quite heightened from the sudden surprise he has been given.
"Was I poked by a... human? A Pokemon? Did... someone want to talk to me?" Ryuuichi can't help but ponder this and wonder why anyone would want to talk to him. This has been his first time in four years that someone has ever suddenly interacted with him in such a manner without him even noticing them first. Needless to say though; he is at least able to tell that whoever, or whatever, it was that poked him had already run off judging by the retreating footsteps.
There are not just alot of people, but alot of Pokémon here as well. Far too many voices and footsteps. For a multi-year shut in like Ryuuichi, its all quite a bit overwhelming as he hunches a little more in his seat, unable to realize or be aware of whether or not he is currently being conspicuous as he tries to slowly calm down his accelerated breathing caused by that sudden prod.
A failed conversation about coffee, a very surprising poke from a finger, and a room full of people were enough to make Ryuuichi want to already quit this job.
Yet, before he can begin to contemplate how he can do that...
"Azu!"
Another Pokémon cry. That one sounded not too far from him. He wonders if its the one who poked him? Maybe it perhaps belongs to the Trainer who poked him?
"Maybe... one voice at a time?" He tries to focus on that voice. To see if he can distract himself that way and maybe figure out just how many Pokémon are in the room as he doesn't really want to focus on the people at the moment.
"Perhaps one of these Pokémon is the one I am delivering? Unless they belong to one of the Trainers here?" is his reasoning for doing this.
The sudden burst of "feeling" of the two "lights" right by his couch makes Ryuuichi flinch.
"A person? Pokémon? Do... they want to sit? Are they the ones who poked me?" He can't move. The person? Pokémon? Whatever is in the vicinity of the couch he is on moves away before he can even react properly to the sudden approach.
His 'focus' lingers on those lights as they move away from the immediate area around his couch to the broader area of the lobby. "Wait, why am I--" before he can finish wondering about his current actions, a burst of 'feeling' assaults him, causing those two lights he feels to wink out instantly.
Nausea assaults him as the left side of his head throbs heavily, causing one of his fists to tightly clench at his side while his other hand massages the left side of his face, this hand quite tensed as it does so. Despite this feeling though, he doesn't make a sound. Instead he just turns his head towards where he thinks he felt the closest light among the multitude that just assaulted him throughout the room. This just so happens to be the couch closest to the one he is currently sitting upon. The one where Nevine and her Slakoth are lying.
"Is there a sink... in here? And... cups as well?" he asks in his quiet, raspy voice in that direction while looking a little paler than before. While talking with people is quite difficult, especially since he is still not sure if anyone is actually in that direction, to Ryuuichi its a far better prospect than recklessly wandering around and bumping right into someone by mistake.
Hopefully if he can accomplish one thing today... it's getting a glass of water. The rest can be figured out after that.
Ryuuichi Kashima
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Xaltwind
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