"Yeah, being so far away from the ocean is weird." Temp have a smile to Laurence Anderson and tried to force a laugh. Had to beat these nerves somehow. "Miss Goode asked me here, so here I am..."

Still a little awkward but it was okay. Temp took a deep breath and squared his shoulders back. No need to be this way. It would be fine! He took a breath before calling out a pair of pokemon- a Glaceon and a Leafeon. Both pokemon seemed perky and eager to be there. The only unusual thing about them was the slightly purple tint that was darker at the ends of their tails and ears and faded into their usual coloring.

"I'm ready! I'm sure Percy and Ashie can handle it, too. Right, guys?" The two pokemon chirped. Whatever was going to happen, he would be ready.

Temp nodded and listened close. He was, sadly for Laurence Anderson, more a lover than a fighter. Temp was vicious when angry and not afraid to hurt. But he only liked to battle and fight when it forced his hand. Or, rarely, if someone really pissed him off and he lost his temper.

"Same old, same old. Did you hear about the Granite Cave stuff? Father Winter? I was in that." He tried to make light of it. Temp hadn't actually met another version of himself. Not like other people he had spoken with. Still, it had been... a lot.

Temp was quiet as the two of them walked forward, his pokemon on his heels. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting when he crossed over. For the most part it seemed... wet. That was about it. Just footsteps in water. Somehow, the smell of brine comforted him even in the oddness of it.

"What's that?" A few steps away was what looked like... a paintbrush? He stepped forward and leaned down, picking it up. It bled a bright yellow into the water, some type of watercolor that left a shimmering residue oh his hands where it stuck. Confused, he held it out for Anderson to see.

Temp nodded and turned the paintbrush in his hand again. It smelled... weird. Like paint, but still weird. He glanced over at Laurence Anderson as he spoke. "Doppelganger? No, I met my- Noah!"

Shame he was cut off before the could answer. The sudden pressure was almost... well... he hated to say it, but comforting in a weird way. Being around Lugia and her Pressure really made him too comfortable with the phenomena. Ice rained down and Temp acted quick- whistling to his pokemon.

Ashie acted on the defensive. She opened her maw to attack. However, instead of some type of grass coming out, molten flame escaped her in a massive puff. It helped to fend off the ice. The flame itself sparked and crackled with some sort of dark energy, the center of the flame a glowing purple instead of a hot yellow. A shadow move.

Percy tried to act on the offensive. Tried being the ideal word. A burst of her own ice was shot forward from an Ice Beam, aimed at where the attack was coming from.

Only it was met with a volley of plants, a strange Zarude blocking the attack. The monkey pokemon snorted and hit the ground hard, splashing water as it paced back and forth. Assessing.

Another Temp stepped from the shadow. A paintbrush was in his hand, too, dripping with that same yellow watercolor. His clothes were stained with color, and he tilted his head, free hand on his hip.

"Guess we weren't the only ones who wanted to see the sights today." His copy said, voice carrying over the distance.

And Temp had known about the copies. The alternate dimensions, the copies. Hell, Anderson had just warned him. But... there was something so... uncanny about seeing it for himself. Like a fun-house mirror, only more wrong. Temp shuttered.

With Temp slightly more safe, the Leafeon stepped forward. She was ready to defend her Trainer, tail in the air. She shook herself, a sickly purple color glowing under her skin. A sudden and harsh Sunny Day lit up the gloom. Helping to further melt the ice, but also dissuade any moon based attacks. Hopefully.

Percy was more eager. The Glaceon shivered with Anticipation before opening his mouth- a blacked coil of ice, like corrupted version of an Ice Beam, shot from his mouth and right at the Zarude. The Zarude growled and braced, making sure to stand between his trainer and the blast of another Shadow move.

The other Temp didn't seem that impressed, frowning as he crossed his arms.

"Why are you all so aggressive?" Sea!Temp called, sounding almost disappointed. He sighed and gave a whistle. The Zarude gave another loud growl before roots sprouted up and sank into the water, like a strange liquid. A Jungle Healing in effect for the Sea!Articuno and Sea!Alataria.

Temp didn't know how to reply. He wasn't really keen on talking to himself, either.

Still, slowly, he croaked out his answer.

"You... you guys attacked first...."

He glanced over at Laurence Anderson and his own battle, hoping for a little guidance. His copy didn't seem like it wanted to fight.