Neon did not think too much about his companions. Considering they all had amnesia, he would find out with time how they felt and their personalities as such. So far his initial impression was that Totes, the little blue crocodile was a cheery one. He looked like he was holding back some of his energy from his point of view-it might have also been the uneasiness with the form they had all taken- at least he still walked on two legs. He gave off a glow of invisible energy.The kind that might explode in sunshine at something good.It was not a bad trait. Sure, the mudkip preferred a less agitated companion he was sure they would be quite nice and civil together.
Huo, the houndour seemed a bit hesitant towards him. Perhaps he was expecting someone to be freaking out over the transformation, although all of them were pretty calm considering the situation. No point in crying over spilled milk, as the saying went. He was a bit happy that they were all mature enough to continue move forward. The rest of his companions had barely said a word so it was difficult to determine how they were dealing with their trip through the island.
Relief came through him as the scenery began to change; there was only a bit of worry that the whole island was just a giant slate with lots of rocks and sand dunes. A strange sensation came upon his fin on his head. This water was different. Like flowers they felt ‘prettier’ giving off a pleasant and fairy like tingliness to his body. Out of pure curiosity he approached the pond of water made by the tip of the teapot cliff.
His original purpose slid away when he saw the reflection presented to him by the natural mirror; an unfamiliar figure looked at him. Chubby blue cheeks with bright orange whiskers stuck out of the sides of his face puffed out. A long neutral line opened revealing a relatively large pink tongue and the hollow cavern of his mouth. As if testing the waters, he reached out with his poking finger, watching magically as the pokemon staring at him mimicked his actions. The ripple of water washed away the image only briefly. This was him now.
Out of inquisitive defiance he sat on his bum, his tail fin sticking out uncomfortably; then with his two paws he scooped up as much of the water as he could, watching as the water tumbled out of the failed cup shape made with his paws. He tried it again, ignoring his stiff tail. This time he was able to grasp a bit of water, from there he brought his paws to his rather rotund face and drank the water. Eyes widening at the clear stream of fluid going down his throat a thought came to his mind, delicious. It was as if he had not drank ‘water’ before, was it his pokemon senses kicking in?
The mudkip’s beady eyes wandered up the slow stream of water coming from the lid of the cliff. Was this not just regular water? Conceivably someone might be filtering this water adding some sort of ingredient to make it seem so fresh. Getting back to all fours he noticed a small path leading up the cliff.
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Can we go up here?” he pointed to the pathway to his comrades.