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[Everyone on the network is treated with an array of videos. Yes, not one, but several. The first is a screen of black, because Sidurgu's hand is covering the camera lens.]

—Swiving piece of shite—

[It cuts off. Then, there's another, this time, upside down, and the viewer gets to see the front of Sidurgu's armor.]

Godsdammit! Is it work—

[And then he cuts the feed again. Clearly hitting the wrong button. They say third time's the charm, but is it really? Not for Sidurgu, in any case. At least this time the viewer gets to see his face, and his oddly colored eyes—black sclera, and minty green eyes (though his hair covers one of them), with a lighter limbal ring around the outside, where ordinarily it's darker. He looks less than pleased, and just as he goes to speak, the Pokègear gets snatched from him in a pink flash. His own Pokèmon seemingly betraying him.]

Come back here you bloody whoreson!

[The next several minutes is a mix of swearing, and a noibat playfully avoiding his trainer, because clearly this is a fun game of keep away, and his most colorfully worded trainer needs to lighten up! What better of a way than a fun game?! To those viewing it, however, it's probably a great deal of motion sickness fuel with how the camera is shaking and wobbling around during this infuriating game.

Eventually, after an exclamation of AURRRGHHHH!!!, the feed dies. Sidurgu clearly reclaiming the 'gear. Finally, he seems to be getting it working, it's not even upside down, and it's pointed at his face and everything. His noibat is currently in a headlock, as he uses his other hand to hold the 'gear in place.

The way he speaks, it's clear he had no idea those other videos broadcasted at all. Or that any of that recorded. He takes a serious, and direct tone as he addresses his would be audience:]

I know little and less of this world, or how I am come here, but if this strange device is doing as that woman explained, then there should be others who can see and hear me. I have a simple inquiry for those present—

[He pauses as the noibat complains oh so pitifully. He doesn't like being in trouble!! And this headlock sucks! However, Sidurgu seems completely unmoved, and without so much as breaking eye contact with the feed, he pointedly tightens his hold to a uncomfortable degree on his little pal. Encouragement to shut the hells up, most likely.]

...Right then, I am in search of a small Elezen maiden, roughly a yalm and a half high. Short hair, green in color. I have reason to believe that if I have been brought here, then so too has my ward. Any and all information will be of assistance.

[And with that, he cuts the feed. Short, to the point, and dignified. Or so he thinks.]

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I'm afraid I haven't seen or heard of anyone matching that description.

*not that he even knows what some of those terms mean, but he can take a rough guess... and he definitely hasn't seen any new offworlders with green hair, at least*

It's certainly possible she might be here, but it's just as likely that you may be the only one from your world at this time.

[Sidurgu curses under his breath, finally letting his noibat go.]

Is that how it is then? I know of great oddities within mine own world, but to be brought to this maddening realm...

[It's taking about all his willpower to now go nuts over the annoying music that seems to never relent no matter what he does.]

If she were here, do you know how I might contact her directly?

The best approach is generally what you just did--making a post to the network at large. If she were here, she would also have the same sort of device as you and be able to see your post, and so contact you the same way I am, or call your pokegear directly.

Right, then.

[He guesses it's just a waiting game, then. To see if she contacts him, or someone finds her. If the latter, they better treat her well, or they'll have hell to pay once Sidurgu gets his hands on them.]

While I still have your attention, any suggestions on how to keep that pink beastkin in check? It's almost more annoying than these furry shites from whence I hail.

[It's odd, using this thing, but it's definitely proving convenient, even if his gut reaction is along these lines. Doubting he'll ever get used to it, he'll suffer its functionality for now, at least. Until he can find Rielle, and figure this place out.]

The noibat? I suppose if it's refusing to listen to what you say, if necessary you should be able to recall it to its ball... Though usually that's best left for a last resort.

Why is it best as a last resort? Does the ball harm it?

[Not that he'd complain. He's got no reserves when it comes to harming obnoxious beasts. Where he comes from, most beastkin could kill you anyway.]

Not at all, but using that as the primary means to train your pokemon means not learning other methods. And it's better to have it obey without resorting to threats, isn't it?

Is this truly what I am to be saddled with?

[He doesn't care much about animals, but to be expected to train one...]

Can I not let it go free and waste not my time with this idiocy?

I suppose there's technically nothing stopping you... but you'd hardly be free of having to deal with pokemon in general, as they're quite common in this world. And perhaps the worse off for not having one of your own with which to deal with the wild ones...

Typical.

[He releases a long suffering sigh.]

Fine, I'll play this infuriating game. As I asked before: any suggestions—beyond the ball method—to keep this thing from annoying me? I suppose punching it will not aid my cause...

[Even if he really wants to.]

It probably wouldn't, no. I don't suppose you have any experience training animals? Many of the same principles apply, though pokemon are generally more intelligent than animals from most other worlds, I believe.

No. The only experience with animals I have was slaying the beasts that got in my way.

[He lived in the slums before coming here, and is basically a hobo vigilante, so...]

Just what I need! Intelligent beasts that are a pain in my godsdamn arse. Go on then! Tell me these proposed principles.

Well, for one thing, much as you may feel you ought to be the one in charge--and perhaps rightly so--it's still something of a partnership. Pokemon are beings capable of thinking and acting on their own, after all, even if not on the same level as most people. So it's important to keep this in mind, and act accordingly. Misbehavior should be dealt with, but good acts should be rewarded, and both done in a consistent manner. Pokemon are more than smart enough to realize when they can get away with something if they approach things in the right way... But they also understand and respond to praise and kindness, as well. Though of course, to what degree depends on the individual's temperament.

[Sidurgu listens, even if impatiently.]

...Right, then. I get that they are not merely masses of mindless flesh who barely react to general stimuli and can perceive the world around them. That much is bleeding obvious. I care not for the vagueness of what I should probably do, I care more of the exact proceedings.

[He lets out an irritated huff through his nose, before continuing:]

Praise is clear enough, that I can do if I must; but what should I do if it misbehaves? Clearly punching it is not an option according to you, so what do you do when they act out of line? I could not care less about this equals-partnership thing, or the sentimentality behind all that nonsense, I want to know the clearest path to results.

It generally is the best path to results, actually. You don't need to be friends with your pokemon, but having a degree mutual understanding and trust can make a considerable difference, the same as working alongside a fellow soldier, for example.

*and yes, he's speaking from experience on that point...*

But for specifics, that's up to you to determine what works best. If you have a pokemon that likes a particular kind of treat, for example, simply making it clear that it won't get any if it causes trouble may be plenty to get the point across. Removing privileges in general tends to be an effective motivator for many, really. Or in some cases, even simply showing disapproval or disappointment--or the appearance of it, even if you don't particularly care--can suffice.

[Cissnei just waits it out, figuring that sooner or later this individual will get the hang of it. When he finally does she offers an understanding grin, chin propped in her hand as her elbow rests on her knee, Reno the Vulpix taking up the rest of her lap as he peers at the screen, tongue lolling out as he grins.]

I can't say that description sounds familiar, sorry. They probably haven't been brought here with you and are still back in the world you came from.

[The more he hears that, the more he worries. For its annoyances, this world doesn't seem as unforgiving as where he's from.

And if he's here, then that means...]

Is there any way to tell? If I'm not with her...

[His voice tapers off with a mix of an infuriated growl, and a tinge of worry. Worry he's attempting to hide with anger.]

The only real way is to reach out on the network. If the person you're looking for responds then you know they're here. Otherwise..

[Her expression turns apologetic now as her grin fades.]

If it's any sort of consolation, time stops back home. Freezes, so to speak. The last thing you remember is where you'll pick back up when you return.

[ SNICKERING boy oh boy is she entertained. ]

Wow, way to be super goddamn obvious how lame you are. Drop the nerd lingo already.

[Alright, there's a bit here that doesn't make a lot of sense. First off: lame. He's clearly physically whole, so what. Also, what the hell is a nerd???]

If I knew what you were requesting, I'd consider it. Speak plain, or don't speak at all.

[She's clearly trying to be rude, that much he can gather at least.]

Oh my god. How dumb are you.

PLAIN ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER. You're just making yourself sound like some loser with a thesaurus.

[Alright, yeah, this bitch is pissing him off. He glares.]

Listen wench, if you have nothing worthwhile to say, then piss off. I know not what climbed up your festering arse, but I have no time to entertain a tantrum of your own creation.

Better, but you're still in "pretentious virgin with mouth vomit disease" territory.

Be thankful for the advice, cocksucker. Not just anyone gets my time.

Advice?

[He scoffs. Unbelievable.]

You have given me nothing but swiving nonsense since the first, and you dare to call that advice? Idiotic squawking of an ill-mannered woman, I name it.

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