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Static made his hair crackle in the soft breeze as he leaned into the comforting mass of his best friend's leg. An amused rumble sounded above him. ~We've met Jagdish. He won't eat you,~ the dragon legendary prompted.
N fidgetted with the puzzle box on his belt. “I know. But he hasn't fled his duties or failed to achieve his goals. Maybe we shouldn't have come here yet.” The human sounded young and uncertain.
~The Arbiter has had many years to achieve his ideals and people to help him do so,~ Zekrom pointed out. ~You need another like you to help heal your wounds, my friend. Those resident already know we are here.~ The pokemon twisted to look over his shoulder as his tail briefly flared blue. The light bounced off a third being some distance away before night reclaimed the area once more.
Jagdish's body language betrays no concern, though the fact he's stepped out of his cathedral to greet them at all makes up for the understatement. At a few metres distance, granting enough space for the creature to move in practically any way it might like on impulse, he pauses, glancing up at his Legendary guest. “Welcome back,” he addresses it, then lets his gaze meander down the pokémon in curious steps - the shape is still unfamiliar enough to attract some interest, after all - to find N. “You're a long way from home,” he observes. “What can I do for the two of you?” There were a few things that came to mind, but he wasn't going to get ahead of himself and base a conversation on assumptions.
Despite the warning N still startled at Jagdish's appearance. He'd been expecting a pokemon, maybe even Mew, not the Arbiter himself. “I apologise for interupting your business,” N began with a respectful nod. “Ghestis returned to Unova to attempt to control the tao dragons against their will, and were forced to fight him, and father said…” N's voice wavered and he took a breath. “Is it true being able to talk to pokemon makes me an inhuman freak?” he finished near a whisper.
Sparks struck the ground as Zekrom growled fiercely. ~That foul being will never hurt you again!~ the legendary repeated with a slightly desperate edge to his voice as he looked to Jagdish for help.
Jagdish's spine straightens subtly as one brow arches lightly. There's no abrupt response - apparently, it's not a question he can just deny off-hand, and whatever answer he's concocting requires some thought. The pause doesn't stay past its welcome, though; instead, Jagdish's attention finds N's face again. “I think you need to ask yourself what that means far more than whether it applies to you,” he says, tone soft. “I'll be frank with you - I think the answer to your actual question may be 'yes'; it's certainly what I see when I look at myself in the mirror, but my situation is a little… more complex than yours, I think, so that needn't mean anything.” His arms have folded behind his back. “But what does 'inhuman' mean? It's a clever little, insiduous word, isn't it? Are we talking subhuman… or superhuman? Neither, perhaps? Are you perhaps just presumed to be… lateral to the human definition? Would that be a problem?” His hands fold behind his back as he inclines his head lightly. “You're far removed from subhuman, that much I guarantee you.”