Chandra
"What do you mean a *Past timeline*?" Lucas seemed stressed, leaning on his luxray for support. His joints felt like they were on fire from all the walking, swollen and red. Lucas' Luxray grumbled, stressed. Nudging him forward.

"Uh..." He felt fog creep across his head again as Arven offered a meal. It felt terrible. "Food sounds good. I haven't eaten properly in a couple days because of a research mission."
The people in the survey corps always pushed him to try and come back and eat, but why go eat a meal when you could research the pokemon of Hisui? He always told himself he could live off berries, anyways.
Matthew
Uh oh, the kid looked like the knowledge would break him, "Oh uh- let's ignore that for now." He sat on a smooth rock and grabbed a cup of pre-packaged porridge mix, ripping the top off and pouring some hot water from his kettle; stirring with a wooden spoon that he got from one of his pockets. A hot semi-liquid meal like this is the safest bet for people who feel incredibly hungry or weak, as it relaxes the gut and doesn't need chewing. 

He sort of waits for Lucas to sit down or at least relax a bit and work out the turmoil in his head before giving him the cup, "Research mission...? On wild pokemon? A couple of days??? That does NOT sound healthy, buddy."
Chandra
Lucas say down, the smell of even such simple food and the promise of a meal made his mouth water. His luxray laid down, curling a tail around the boy. Where was he... Or, more accurately, *When* Was he? He took his arc phone out of his pack, trying to get some sort of connection to... Anyone. His missions, his logs, his map... 
Nothing...

Lucas felt his brain flood with overwhelming thoughts, had he failed his task? Has Hisui been brought to destruction despite his best efforts? He put the device away and looked over at the cup of porridge, the sound of the older boys voice grounding him somewhat.
"Oh- uh." Was he expected to reply? "I guess so, but I have a pokedex to fill out! Wild pokemon aren't going to observe themselves."
Matthew
Upon seeing the arc phone, Arven's brain got tossed in a blender; this kid was from the past, but he has a phone? His own decorated rotom phone flew out from behind him, and he glanced at it and the arc phone as if trying to make a comparison. "That. That is a Phone. Not sure what kind, but it is a phone. How- Who- Why is it designed like the god of pokemon???"

The other man he ran into didn't have an inkling of what a phone was, but then again he didn't have an inkling of his own life either; both of them are missing cases who got transported from the past, yet in different states. A headache was forming from trying to process all of this, "I see, but I reallyy feel like you woke up in the wrong time. Not sure how you got a phone like that, but I suspect that its probably acting different now."
Chandra
"This?" He tool the arc phone back out. "I'm not quite... Sure what it is. It does look a lot like *Your* Phone there. Without the... Creepy eyes." Lucas made eye contact with the rotom phone... It reminded him of something. He glanced away.
"Arceus, or what I assume is Arceus, would speak to me through this device." He began, putting it away. "But now that I'm here... I uh, don't have a connection. It had my map of hisui, all my missions and everything on it."

Great; he's fucking crazy.

As he spoke, the hunger was ebbing at his stomach now that he noticed it that morning. The warm cup of porridge in his hands was a bit daunting at first, it looks a bit gross. But the hunger definitely won out because he brought it to his lips and began to swig it. Stopping himself only when a little spilled onto his pants.