Ruth
He shrugged and put the egg back, giving the chansey a pat on the head for a job well done. Arven noticed the man instinctively reaching for belt when he whirled around, yet ended up grasping nothing; so he really was a trainer instead of some random hobo that got lost in the forest. Maybe both. 

His sharp stare and reflexes weren't common for an inexperienced trainer, but then again the body can be pushed to a state of alert regardless of skill; though his hair looked similar to someone...

"Thanks for the concern sir, but I'm nearly eighteen", he says sheepishly, "Besides, I've been camping out and getting my own food since I was a little kid. Didn't really have anyone to do all the 'providing' stuff consistently." Arven cocked his head a bit, "Say, can you tell me who you are? This island only sends invites to prestigious trainers, so I'm kinda confused and a little concerned as to how you got all banged up like that AND lost your pokemon..."

He had briefly considered contacting the emergency hotline for the hospital, but was a little hung up on explaining... Whatever this is. There's was just too much going on for him to make a definite decision aside from just asking questions.
Oscar
Even though his posture eased up, he still remained alert, gazing idly around his surroundings just in case. Even though, feeling that need to keep those younger than him safe, this strange boy had Pokémon, which would be more help than Ingo could be at that moment. Still though, who would let a kid- no, a young man out here in the wilds alone? He just couldn't wrap his head around it. His scowl deepened a little, but for now he decided it was best not to press it.

He gave a small nod of thanks to the Chansey for assisting him in his injuries, though he should still probably get himself checked out better, especially when he still could only remember bits and piece of who he was. For a moment, he paused his scanning of the area to give the kid a better look, he didn't look like some feral child despite the fact him mentioning no one looking after him. His words about being on an island caught his attention though, distracting him from his bristling annoyance.

That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, an island would be difficult to leave, especially considering he had not passports, no identification, not even a single credit to his name. He let out a muffled groan and pressed his hand to his face, showing a momentary lapse in his stoniness due to an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. Finally, he let out a sigh and returned his steady attention back on the boy.

"Regardless of age, one should not travel alone." So says the man who was in fact traveling more alone that the kid before him. "My name is Nobori, though in Unova, they call me Ingo." His voice grew a bit more steady and stronger with such a familiar action. "And. It has appeared that I have been dropped here, without my consent."
Ruth
He awkwardly looked at his Mabosstiff as the stranger seemed to get more stressed than before, as if to ask it what he should do next. Arven looked a bit scruffed here and there, but that was mostly from his trekking; unlike the other fellow. While Ingo was staring, he opened up the map he was holding, "There's a hospital here that sometimes wouldn't ask for advanced identification, but its really far out..."

Arven recognized the emotion that Ingo was getting bowled over at the moment, but alas, their situations were way too different tor him to give some sort of comfort. "Wh- but you're- nevermind, my name is Arven by the way." The chansey made a happy little noise as it was acknowledge, giving a little bow as its disposition for the rest of the conversation was cheery. 

"Nobori, Ingo- Ingo? That sounds familiar, wait a sec-", he quickly pulls out his rotom-phone to search for something, standing there for a few awkward seconds since the signal was absolute garbage this far out. When the result finally popped out, he looked at the phone, then to Nobori. Then to the phone. And what did he mean by 'dropped'? Did he rudely reject the letter and got charted here out of spite? That was highly unlikely, but the other thought that Arven had was equally preposterous, at least in his eyes, "I... See. If you're related to anyone, maybe they can help you with your identification? Assuming that sligoogle is right."

He paused a bit, hesitant to ask this one particular thing. He didn't have a deep understanding of it, but he definitely knew of it and dabbled in it to an extent. "I'm sorry if this sounds weird, but did you drop out of an alternate dimension?"
Oscar
He tipped his head back, squinting as he peered up at the sky again, tracking the direction that this kid had come from. If they had come directly from a town, then Ingo should go in that direction. A good idea but he could not in good faith leave this kid here though? Even with Pokémon at his side, so he was in a bit of a situation. The kid speaking up, brought his unnerving gaze back to him, not that he truly meant to look that way, he just had a face that... Rested that way.

"Hospital, yes." He mused, that would be a problem if it was far away, he didn't here the almost protest fall from the kid's mouth, thinking about how he could find a safe passage to the closet town at least. 

"Ah, Arven, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Polite, as he had been with the Chansey, even though his voice was a steady monotone sound. Usually it would be louder, but out here, he kept his voice down least he attracted unwanted attention. 

He attention turned toward the strange device Arven retrieved, there was some vague recollection but it wasn't quite right. Moving closer, his footsteps unintentionally quiet as he gave into his curiosity as to what the boy held. Being this close, his height was recognizable, a difference from when he was previously slouched over in pain. His eyes, shaded by the brim of his hat gazed down at a display, but the words were a little too small for him to read. 

Though it was when Arven mentioned being related to someone, Ingo's scowl seemed to thin as his jaws clenched, brows knitting together in a sudden wave of certainty and uncertainty at once. Frustration brimmed within him as he was trying his best not to show it. Instead, he tried to distract himself from complicated thoughts.

"Who is Sligoogle?" An odd name for someone, but he wasn't rude enough to point that out. "Hmm. Alternate dimension sounds correct, but the route I've taken before is still unclear to me."
Ruth
The direct route back to Sigford would have taken an hour and some with how deep they were in the forest, and that wouldn't take into account any detours caused by wild pokemon or the like. There were more precautions in place thanks to the island being owned by a family and therefore having a reputation to uphold, but when its guests were strictly experts and even champions of regions; they were a bit loose. 

Arven's fervid searching meant that he didn't really greet Nobori back, or notice him sneak closer to the rotom phone; which flashed pictures of the subway twins for a quick moment before he switched to a groupchat with nothing but Paldean words in them. His defacto smart friend seemed just as boggled as him, but the rotom phone interrupted his thoughts by going back to the default Sligoogle page and flying up to meet the stranger's line of sight.

"Oh, I didn't notice that you got all the way there. This here is a rotom-phone, its like... A thin box with an encyclopedia, a compass, and several other stuff inside. Sligoogle is an online site where you can ask it a bunch of stuff and it'll give answers, pretty neat amiright?", he smiled up at the phone before doing a double-take, "WH- So they ARE real! But it doesn't seem right, maybe its more of a past-dimension or timeline rather than an alternate one..."

When the phone retreated back to Arven, he noticed a few new panicked texts in the global chat and started to get a bit nervous; he wasn't quite sure what Ingo's reaction would be, considering everything that he suspects happened and also the bad condition he was in. "Uhh I thiink I'm done in this place, so we can go back to Sigford right now! It would be a bit of a long road but I have a map and you can tag along, also is it alright if I take a picture of you? Someone might be able to help if they recognize you."
Oscar
Ingo could really only stare as the young man proceeded to explain what the object he had in his hand was, it seemed vaguely familiar but not quite. It was familiar enough that it didn't completely stump him at the idea that there was an encyclopedia and such on there. He didn't quite understand the rest of the nonsense but... The kid looked really happy about explaining it, so he didn't have the heart to rain on his parade by saying he had absolutely no Giratina-cursed idea what he was talking about in that moment.

"That does seem to be an amazing feat of engineering." It was all he could really say and it was an honest statement anyways. Though when the kid looked shocked, Ingo guessed something like this didn't happen at all, which I guess made sense. If it did, then maybe he would have been returned home by now. If people could make something like this rotom phone, then why hadn't they came to rescue him? More endless questions without any answers in sight as usual.

"I'm not sure, I'm no scientist, all I recall is that I was home, then taken away to another place. And then once more to here." He let out a dissatisfied hum, fingers curling and uncurling a few times. "I don't know anything more than that, I'm afraid." He resigned, though he didn't want to put unnecessary burdens on someone so young, who had just been out in the woods to enjoy some time with his Pokémon probably.

"A picture? I guess that would help. Go on ahead, young man." He gave a nod, though he wasn't sure what else to do, for once he almost looked a little... Awkward? Because he really didn't remember how one took a picture at the moment and yet he still knew what a picture was. Whoever scrambled his mind like this really did a odd number on him.
Ruth
For some reason, he feels as if he's explaining a modern meme to Clavell; the man was very much hearing, but probably not understanding. He could understand the sentiment though, there were times where his mind was really just empty of feedback aside from a few remarks, "I know right? There's a lot of stuff that you can add to this thing aswell."

He puts his hand on his chin as if to ponder something, "Ah, is that so?", he almost seemed somber. What was the use anyways? This man was transported to the past, there was nothing he could say or confirm about the future in any way. "Someone actually tried making a machine to send them to another time, which was the future. It took a lot of time, and I'm not even sure if it worked the way they wanted to; but they apparently can't go back to normal time once they get in." Arven paused for a moment, "...But a machine couldn't have sent you, could it? Gahh, let's just focus on the present for now and get back to town!"

Arven waved the rotom a bit farther back for an acceptable angle, "Up, up up, now left, more to the right, that's good enough!", a click and a flash, then the picture was taken. The young man was practically standing on his toes and Ingo looked like some forest cryptid, but they were both recognizable. Checking the time, he was a bit alarmed at how fast it passed , "There's about... Three hours before the sun sets. Hm."
Oscar
Ingo would have liked to get his hands on the phone himself, he was curious about it but he refrained. Not only was the phone belonging to Arven, he really didn't have time to sit and figure out how that thing worked. From the way the boy described it, there was a lot that the phone could do. It could prove useful in the future, if he figured out how to acquire one in the first place. One thing would lead to another and it was steadily becoming lower on his list of necessary things he had to do.

When Arven began to speak about time traveling, Ingo looked a little more curious in him. The fact that a kid knew something about this was a little odd, he figured this would be left to some old professors in their labs. He wasn't certain why someone would travel into a different time in the first place, maybe they didn't know about the landing. And the memory loss. Or maybe Ingo was just a very unlucky special case. Even so, he knew he hadn't wanted to leave, didn't want to leave his home behind. He longed for it to the point that sometimes it wasn't the only thing that got him out of the bed in the mornings.

"You're right, its best to think about the things we can do presently." He nodded in agreement, because he was certain such line of thoughts would only lead to madness. For now, he watched as the rotom phone began to float, which surprised Ingo. He shouldn't have been surprised, Arven did clearly state that is was a _rotom_ phone, Ingo just assumed that was a nifty name to call it. He scowled, confident enough to know that he had a terrible forced smile and decided to try to at least look natural. Completely failing that as his hand gripped the rim of his hat, because really he didn't know what else to do with his hands. 

He did in fact look like a slightly out of place cryptid, tall and wide silvery eyes that seemed to stare with an unknown emotion. The brim of his hat was pulled down a little, a familiar gesture at least. He stood like that a little longer sin

Ce Arven didn't really say it was done, he only relaxed when Arven spoke up about the time. Giving a nod, looking a little worried.

"Will there be enough time to make it to the nearest outpost?"