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Hachiku had just said hello because he knew someone was around. Trying to show the friendly hospitality people expected from a gym leader. Yes, it was a bit forced but at least the had been trying hadn’t he? After all it was the thought that counted.
”Well, your voice does not sound familiar.” he told her, in a sort of drawn out way. A bit confused. “However people do assume they know me.”
Of course. With a background in acting and now a position as a gym leader of course people would recognize him. After all he wasn’t necessarily hiding his past as much as he was running away from it.
”I was just trying to be welcoming.” he was sort of the face of the city, and, believe it or not this was not the weirdest instance he has come across. In fact it should not be weird at all.
It must just be the tone of voice she used, or maybe it was just the fact that Hachiku had since grown inexperienced in the social world.
“One for politeness, hmm. Well, pardon my intrusion,
I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable from being
so… forward? Probably not the best word, but it’s the
only one I can think of.”
She paused, contemplating what direction was best to go in next.
Something about him still seemed vaguely familiar, tugging at her
memory like the one best-fitting word that’s impossible to recall
right at the moment when it’s needed most.
“I’m Glacia. The ice-type specialist from Hoenn’s Elite Four.
Again–I don’t believe we’ve ever formally met, but I’ve got
the strangest persistent feeling that I should know who you
are. But the memories connected to that feeling are…
quite dated. Somewhere within the realm of years,
nothing terribly recent. What’s your name, sir? And
where are you from…?”
—-…A raise of her brow, and not in her usual fashion of curiosity. No, not
because this man was necessarily her type—at least, she didn’t get that
feeling. Such a hesitant ‘hello’ wasn’t the most charming statement right
out the gate.
Instead, something else about him held her attention,
restrained her fury—-he seemed oddly familiar.
It couldn’t be his face, this triggered no memories;
perhaps it was the shape of his shoulders, even
a smell. But anyone worth remembering would
possess such qualities. This could be a fluke.
Glacia spoke, her usual harsh and unforgiving tone
replaced with something far more civil, underlined
with a hint of intrigue.
“Hello there.
…Do I know you, by any chance? I’ve
got the strangest gut feeling that my
answer should be yes,
but I’m not completely sure we’ve met.”
What was it she was recalling…?
Visits in the winter, those deep,
miserable snow banks.
Porridge from home.
No, not just Icirrus—home home.
The things one couldn’t find usually in Unova,
but the only kitchen in which it could be cooked.
Passing through that town, that quiet,
ever-changing city just to visit family.
…Perhaps this was where.
