this island is in SHAMBLES. i mean RUINS.

[tidaldrum]

[no. literal ruins. it is an island of ruins. mythology nuts, ruin lovers, fossil collecters............ all are welcome!

anyone is welcome, actually. why? because there's a chance of finding a fossil!!!

as well as an equal amount of chances to find things that look like a fossil but aren't. like an old amber with nothing in it. incredible.

and wouldn't you know it, but there's a fossil revival lab on this island too! it's pretty unmanned, but there's books with instructions on how to revive your very own DESTRUCTIVE DINOSAUR MONSTER.

so hey! come on! make a friend! throw your enemy into one of the ruin's dozen puzzle rooms! ffall to your doom! whatever you want!

TREASURE AND RARE POKEMON AWAIT]

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[anterograded]

[If you grow up!!]

Nuvema, my Serperior; Striaton, my Simipour; Castelia, my Zoroark; and ... an egg. [And Zekrom.] I, um... I named them after where I got them. It's a little stupid, since I don't even remember them until I read my journal entries, but...

[enharmonicchord]

[I will!!! Reshiram said that they'd make sure I did! And then I'll help them out!]

What will you call your egg? What sort of Pokémon will hatch from it? May I see it? [Buzz buzz buzz!!]

[anterograded]

[Oh, good questions... Hilbert hesitates, crossing his arms. So fast!]

I don't know, I'm not really sure, and sure. [It's not on him at the moment - he doesn't have a lot of room for an egg in his bag - but it's around in the house he's planted himself in.]

[enharmonicchord]

[N waits for a moment for Hilbert to produce the egg out from somewhere, and when nothing appears he looks concerned.]

It isn't with you? Ruins are a pretty dangerous area to bring one in, but... Isn't it more dangerous to have it outside your grasp?

[Or so he's come to understand, watching wild Pokémon tend to their own young.]

[anterograded]

My bag's pretty full. [Of notebooks and pens and ... yeah.] I think it'd be in more trouble there. Uh, Nuvema's taking care of it right now at "Home".

["Home" is a strange, foreign word, because no place feels like home. (Except for, of course, his home at home.)]

[enharmonicchord]

"Home"... [N doesn't really have one either, though the way it feels odd saying it makes him wonder if he ever had one. Surely he must have, at some time, right?

His head's starting to hurt, so he trails his hand against the wall in case he feels faint.]

I'm excited to meet Nuvema and the rest of your friends, Hilbert, and for you to meet one of my only ones. [He hesitates, pausing even in his step.] Unless you wouldn't mind being my third?

[Considering they'd apparently met before, and he seemed familiar enough. Kind of comfortable to be around.]

[anterograded]

[Hilbert pauses a step, but makes up for it with two quick ones; he's hoping N didn't notice...]

I don't. Mind, I mean, I don't mind. [He drums his fingers on his arms.] But, um, you should probably know something before you really ask...

[enharmonicchord]

[Unfortunately, he does, mostly because steps are loud in an otherwise quietish hall.]

Yes?

[anterograded]

[He doesn't have to explain this often, but when he does -- it's clinical. They're facts doctors have told him; they're facts his mom has repeated; they're facts he keeps written in the very back of his journals.]

I have something called "anterograde amnesia". [He hesitates; not a lot of people were familiar with it, himself included.] It means I can't form new memories. What I know today, what I've learned, what I've felt... It'll all be gone by tomorrow.

[Hilbert stops completely, leaning against the wall. His tone shifts into something less factual.] I won't know you, or Charmander, or the Reshiram I'm going to meet. I'll only have notes about you in my notebook. Are you...

[...]

Are you okay with that, N?

[enharmonicchord]

[For a young man who doesn't remember a single thing about himself, other than his name, and is constantly relearning all that he should know... Hilbert's condition sounds worse. Making memories only to forget them overnight. At least N could keep his, as hard as they were to remember and as much as his head hurt at times. A block, Reshiram had called it.

So he's quiet for a good bit of time, thinking about it and processing it, though he realizes that perhaps that being quiet isn't such a good idea? This was a sensitive topic, or so he'd assume, and Hilbert probably didn't have many friends himself because of it. He'll speak slowly. Well. Normal to Hilbert, slow for him.]

I will speak with you honestly, since you've been so with me. I don't think I am. It sounds painful, and an impatient person would probably get frustrated and leave. [N tries to be less harsh sounding with his words, but that's the truth. Meeting up with him again, only to be treated like a stranger... Anything they share now gone in an instant. He doesn't think much more though, because if it's bad for Hilbert's friends then surely it's ten times as bad for the teen.] However... it must be more trouble for you than it is for me, and since that's the case can we stay with you? We have no place to go, and it'll lessen the time elapsed between our meetings.