Oscar
Everything in him ached, he wished he had more of a warning before he got dumped here so he could have at least braced himself for the crash landing. In this state, he knew he needed to find some sort of civilization, he was without his Pokémon and injured, far too vulnerable to be by himself out here. It didn't matter what time or place he was in, that was just common sense. He reached up with a bare hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, how long had he been walking in order for him to accumulate a sweat? 

When he lowered his hand, he saw a brief flash of red, making him do a double take, that hadn't been sweat running down his face, but blood. Typically head wounds bleed more that what the injury let on, but still, an injury to the head was serious. This only urged him to move forward, keeping one arm curled around his torso as if that would prevent his ribs from hurting further. It was really all he could do, a small gesture that was meant more for comfort than true help.

Finally, he breached the thick maze of woods to a small clearing, a moment to give him the ability to gather his bearings as he looked up at the sky. The brim of his worn out cap blocked the sun from blinding his silvery eyes as he tried to judge the time of day by the position of the sun. It was slightly at a different angle than what he was used to, which meant he was in a different part of the world entirely, making his time predictions likely uncertain at best. 

Which meant he had to continue moving before it got dark, continuing his walk as the tattered ends of his long coat swished over the tall grass, but that was the only sound that came from a man who had adapted every bit of himself in traversing the dangerous wilds.
Ruth
Meanwhile, a mature-looking teenager was wandering the forest, pen and map in hand. The little forest map guide available in the stalls weren't detailed enough for his tastes, so Arven decided to walk on every single square inch and label parts he thought were significant. Berry patches, local flora, possible secrets, the whole lot. His trusty Mabosstiff was by his side, alongside a chansey he took great leaps to catch.

As usual, he got out at an exceptionally early time; his trek nearly completing the entire forest as a result. Had he decided to start a bit later through the day, Arven would have to navigate through distracting crowds and overwhelming sights. When they reached a major point on the map, Mabosstiff woofed softly; the beast required his afternoon sustenance.

Chansey had different ideas, however. As Arven scratched his partner pokemon on the head and was about to settle down, Chansey hurriedly tugged at one of the tassels of his massive pack with great urgency. "You hardly get panicked like this, what's going on?", Arven's eyes are led towards a lone figure in the clearing, body all screwed up and clothes tattered.

He had many questions, such as who, what, and why did this man look like this; but as he ran towards Ingo with pokemon in tow, he wondered why he didn't see any pokeballs on his belt. He figured that asking that many questions would be selfish of him, and also a pain considering how the stranger clutched his ribs. 

Chansey didn't need to be told to cast a heal pulse on the stranger when they stopped right in front of him. Gentle pink beams descended on the bruised parts that Chansey waved towards, but Arven still took out one of its signature healing eggs out of his bag and held it out like some sort of offering.

"Hey! I have no idea how you ended up like that, but I'm about to set up camp and you look messed up. Do you uh, do you want this healing egg?"
Oscar
A noise alerted Ingo of something or someone being near and out of pure instincts he whirled around to face the perceived danger. His long coat flaring out, giving him enough room for one hand to reach for the belt at his waist, exactly where his pokeballs were supposed to be. Cold fear briefly washed over him when his bare fingers clasped over nothingness. Already his brain was trying to calculate how he sound avoid this danger now that he was left without a fighting partner.

That line of thinking didn't last long when he noticed it was just a kid, the sharpness in his gaze accentuated by the overcast of his hat lessened with his posture. Then again, what was a kid doing out here? It was dangerous alone, even if the boy had Pokémon, or... Maybe this place wasn't as dangerous? Still, it was better safe than sorry. Despite his injuries, he always had that strong protective streak, it was born in from being an older...

Pain spiked through his temple and he pressed his palm against it to soothe it away. It eased though when he felt an unusual warmth seeped into his body, causing him to open his eyes. His gaze landed on the Chansey, yes, he could remember those, this one was smaller than the images he conjured up. And friendlier. He'd forgotten what it was like for Pokémon to just freely heal a human, then again, he'd forgotten a lot of things.

He exhaled out cautiously, testing his ribs to make sure they were fine now, the reassembling of the shattered one had been a bit painful but now it had eased away. This at least alleviated some of his worries, even without his Pokémon, he was in good enough shape to avoid, dodge, and run away if needed.

"Setting up camp? Isn't it too dangerous for a kid to be out here alone?"

He shook his head at the offer of an egg, he didn't think his stomach could handle food right now, not after that soul wrenching feeling off falling through a worm hole.