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Lucien was still looking, still searching, still questioning just what could have happened to Alamea. Some vague part of him hoped that she had stayed at home— some part of him hoped not. The promise that no one had gotten back to their home world after coming here worried him deeply. The thought that maybe he would be the first gave him hope. It was a complex mess of emotions that he really didn’t know what to do with. Instead of addressing such things, Lucien focused on searching instead. It was easier. It had to be easier.
Again, he was out roaming around vaguely following the path of a rushing river that he had come across. It was easier to walk, or so he had found, as there was less to trip on or move over. Still, he had to wonder if limiting his search this way was bad in itself. Would she head to water? She would. He had to believe she would.
And then something caught his eyes— not his aura sight but his eyes— a strange pinkish blob at bank of a river. That’s a Ditto— It couldn’t be? But could it? Could it be one of his Pokemon??? Or Sera’s or hell Niso’s? Suddenly Luci was trotting closing the distance between it and reaching down over his horse half to touch it.
The little pink blob was just minding his own business. It sloshed around near the edge of the river, enjoying the cold water flowing from east to west. It was a pretty nice warm day too. All was- *poke*
All was looking calm and peaceful. It was one of those small days Aeron enjoyed his simple li-*poke*
His life was a simple one, rought at first bu*poke*
"Okay. Can you please stop that!?" A young, voice squealed right in the centaur's head as the little blob finally turned around to address the harasser. A centaur? What in Ikel's name would a centaur be doing in a place like that at a time like that. And why of all things was the guy poking him?
The pinkish blob sloshed about in a somewhat annoyed fashion. He certainly wasn't thrilled to be disturbed while he was doing his own thing.
Poke, poke, poke. Lucien’s brow furrowed. Was this thing alive at all or maybe some kind of gelatinous plant? It certainly didn’t have the touch-consistency of a Ditto, so he knew he was wrong there but…
Can you please stop that. Lucien jolted upright looking around. Golden eyes flashed here and there searching out the person attached to that voice only to slowly look down again at the pink thing. As the blob turned around, Lucien stared in vague confusion. He knew Ditto could talk. All Pokemon were theorized to be able to talk under some specific conditions or something, but…. But this thing isn’t a Ditto so.
“Uh….” Lucien shook his head trying to quickly get his bearings. “Sorry bro, didn’t know you were a… uh… I thought you were ah….. uh….” Lucien tilted his head to one side slowly. “A Ditto? ‘F ya know what that is.”
The little blob just stared at the guy intently. Aeron cursed his lack of a mouth. Unless the guy touched him, he couldn't express just how "nice" his poking was. He could try wriggling?
Grabbing the first small pebble around with a tendril, Aeron started scribbling something. He couldn't speak but he hoped this centaur could read.
CANT TALK GRAB ME
Four simple words that conveyed the message. If the centaur wanted to communicate with the not so ditto ditto, then he would have to grab hold of the slimey pink blob. Hopefully he'd do so somewhat nicely, avoiding shaking him around or hurting him. That would be just the best uh?
Still, Aeron was hungry for a host. Since this guy disturbed him, he would pay for his crimes by sharing his body with the Aigan for a while.
Lucien stared at the blob writhing before him. He no longer heard that voice and vaguely wondered if he had imagined it. Again, his eyes flickered around searching out a different person. That was, at least, until the blob started scribbling on the ground. Luckily for everyone involved, Lucien could in fact read this language. “Oh—“ Grab it? Heh. “Kay.” Leaning forward again, Lucien hesitated before reaching a hand down to touch the creature again.
Bleh. The consistency was really really really gross wasn’t it?
Aeron would act quick and hop on the centaur's fingers. From there, hw would tightly wrap around Lucien's arm, stopping at his elbow.
"So, what are you doing here." He heard the youg voice squeal in his mind as the pink thing squeezed around the guy's hand-now clawed and pulsing with power- and wriggled as it settled down. "Adn why of all things are you poking me? Do you just walk around anything that looks remotely intresting to you!?"
The little thing was pouty. Apparently being poked like that wasn't something he enjoyed.
“ACK?!” Lucien’s hand pulled back, but the creature was already attached wrapping tighter by the second. He fidgeted a few more seconds until the voice reverberated in his head. Freezing, Lucien blinked a couple of times and looked down at his arm again. “O-oh…” Twisting his hand around as he looked it over, he smiled a bit and raised a slow eyebrow. “Weiiiiiird…” So focused was he on the hand was he that Lucien completely missed the first question.
Oh uh. Why was he poking him?? Uh?? Huh. “Uh…ah… dude I have…like no idea what you are…” Lucien answered turning his arm and hand around again. “Ya jus’ reminded me of a Ditt-er…Pokemon ‘f ya know what that is even.” There was no one so far that he had met aside from his usual companions that knew what Pokemon were. It was… disheartening. “What are you even?”
By now, the pink symbiote was all the way up to Lucien's shoulder. "I'm an Aigan. I am a symbiotic amphibian lifeform that needs a host to survive long periods of time." He promptly replied, squiggling all around Lucien's arm.
"Sadly I do not know what a Ditt is. Still...what's your name? I'm Aeron. Aeron Thesys. Since you're here and I'm already latched to your arm. How about we bond for a while? I always wanted to be a centaur!"
An Aigan?? Lucien had never heard of an Aigan, but the creature saw fit to explain what he was without prompting. “So like a…uh….” Lucien’s brows furrowed as he tried to come up with a parallel. The best he could come up with was “A Shellder??” By biting the tail of its Slowpoke friend, it could become a Slowbro. Much rarer, if it had a King’s rock and bit on the head, it would be a Slowking. But… er… even that didn’t really parallel exactly.
Aksjdlaksjd. “Hey hey easy— what’re ya doin’,” Lucien frowned as the creature climbed further up his arm. It didn’t know what a Ditto was, so he wasn’t too interested to keep having it be this close…. As the name was spoken, however, Lucien did pause. What a weird name.
“Hey uh… bond? Bro like… uh… er… ya mean like …” Lucien slowly flexed his now clawed hand. “Yer kinda like a second skin er somethin’?” That was definitely not like a Shellder but very very similar to something he had only ever seen one of: the Ultra Beast Nihilego. The hairs on Lucien’s arms stood on end. “Ya c’n reverse it ‘n stuff right??” And not cause him to be crazy.
Aeron gave a faint sigh. "I can reverse it. No I don't make you go crazy. Yes I am like a second skin unless you let me get inside your lungs. With that I could make you able to breathe underwater."
With that said, the thing wrapped around Lucien's chest and then slithered down his other arm, enveloping both with himself. Even the other hand would turn into a claw, beginning to pulse with energy as well.
"Besides, you're already partly merged with me so why don't you just relax and let me complete our fusion? I promise ylu'll keep your free will and everything. You'll just make me stronger. Ah also,I dunno what this weird energy you have around you but it is bound to increase. I naturally draw out 100% of my host's potential. Only side effect of our fusion is you getting stronger. Also you keep saying names that don't make sense."
Oof, ok good. Lucien let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The thought of letting this creature into his lungs for any reason, however, had his lips immediately sealing. “Mmmmmmm.” Yeah, not n— Wait that’s kinda hot. A sharp, weird, but genuine laugh suddenly broke from Lucien. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself right then. “Maybe ‘f ya ask nicely I might letcha.” Did he just wink? Lucien did.
The creature was already spreading by then, however, sort of wrapping itself around him in a weird glow-y fashion. Lucien’s eyes dropped to both of his hands now. Huh… Blinking hard a moment, Lucien drew up some power before staring at the creature. His normally mellow sea green colored aura had taken on a rather deep purple hue around it, not exactly integrating with it but being coated by it. If he looked at it hard enough, he could even see where the separation was. This thing’s aura was weird, but so was everything else in this world’s.
There was clear enough hesitation, but the promise of keeping free will did make the entire thing more enticing. 100% potential?? That was… interesting. He could only imagine or envision Aura Masters in such a role, but there were none here. He guessed he meant spells and skills of that nature, the capacity to run faster, draw up energy quicker, and the rest? Names that don’t make sense…
Wait— “Dude ya can read all my thoughts or??” That was a little embarrassing, and Lucien was chuckling a bit at that. “Dang I… uh… sure I guess ‘f yaw anna go for a ride…” he agreed kind of after the fact.
Aeron gave a childish "Yay" squeal, before happily wrapping himself tight around the centaur, coating the creature with himself. In a matter of minutes, Lucien had been completely integrated with the Aigan. Still looking mostly like a centaur, but also having reptilian features like scales and claws. Aeron squirmed around him a little, not really used to the guy's weird energy source thingy he had on him at all times. The fact that his own amorphous body was strongly resonanting with it also made him slightly uncomfortable. Still, he did maintain his promise. Lucien was free to do anything he wished, and his aura had increased drammatically.
"Uuh. Well...how do you think I am talking to you right now?" Aeron replied, somewhat happy of his new host...even if temporary. "Telepathic thingy I do to talk, o course I can read your mind. Well, your thoughts kind of. Mostly the ones you are focusing on. I can't really go dig into your head unless you tell me so. It would be very rude to look at personal things."
Almost every muscle in Lucien’s body tensed as Aeron began to fuse. He tried to relax, but the entire experience was strange, unnerving, and just a little exhilarating. A rush, sort of, a feeling he knew well. Swaying a little after the integration had finished, Lucien glanced over this new form. He looked… kinda like a lizard centaur now, if that was a thing, heh. Scaly centaur? Liztaur?
The question, however, had him blinking. Oh— He guessed that made sense. Telepathy through like touch or whatever, yeh? That too also reminded him of a very specific feeling of sorts from back home. A weird, warm laugh came and went from Lucien. Man this world was so weird but so similar to home.
“Ey, ya said we’d be stronger too yeh?” He could feel it already. He didn’t need an answer. The exhilarating desire to run was already circulating through him. Turning around in a slow circle, he suddenly remembered again why he was there. Mea… “Oh, dude have ya seen like ah…” Lucien’s brows furrowed as he tried to think of how to describe Alamea. Oh wait Doing his best to form a metal image of the tiny Lurantis, Lucien thought it as ‘loudly’ as he could. “Have ya seen her by chance???”
Aeron tightened up on Lucien's body, trying to focus on the picture he had formed in his mind. In the meantime, the centaur would notice an increase in muscle mass, as his body was forced through the Aigan's presence into a more buff form. "Hmm..." Aeron mumbled, trying to collect his thoughts. "N-no, sadly. I didn't see her around these parts at all. Alamea uh? Is she your partner? Did you lose her?" He asked his new friend.
A weird breath drew in and out of Lucien as Aeron explained he had not seen her. “Yeh… she’s… my bestie,” he answered aloud. I don’t know if she made it into this world with me or not, and if she did if she even looks like… like what she did. Thoughts of that nature plagued him, but Lucien had to have hope. He had to believe that she had just been separated when they had made the fall. Otherwise he wasn’t sure if he could… deal. “Ya… maybe wanna run ‘n see if we can find ‘er in this area?” Lucien asked managing to force a smile and straighten. Oh damn he was buff as all of hell got out now. Damn man. Damn.