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Oct. 13th, 2017 04:50 pm
11th Zapfish [Video, Olivine City]
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agent3[By now, Thida has enough sense to pick up on when weird things are happening in Johto and Kanto, just from the posts to the network that other people make. This time, it's about sleep, and dreams, and it's done more than just leave her waking up with an opressive, cloying loneliness in her heart. Most people seem relatively cranky or spooked. There's ghosts and weird yellow snout-creatures stalking them at night. It's not like last October with the funny little costume ghosts, it feels...heavy. Sad. Creepy.
So when she clicks the feed on her 'gear this evening, she doesn't start with that. Instead, she starts with a thoughtful, quiet moment, looking into the camera with her face pinched in concentration as she sits cross-legged on the couch in the Olivine Pokemon Center. Poko the Tepig is asleep in her lap, snuffling into her stomach, his one bent ear twitching. There's an Everstone on a length of twine around his neck that Thida finds herself fiddling with as she's thinking.]
...'Nybody else...usually livin' alone?
[Her words are still the choppy, direct kind that she usually speaks, but her voice is a lot softer, almost hesitant.]
Been livin' alone since...before comin' here. So. Um. Prob'ly...over a year. I think. [It gets hazy with the time of year she remembers it being back home, and the seasons that have passed in this new world.] Don't mind to. But...'s hard. Not makin' money or whatever...but...bein' alone. All th'time. Even with Pokemon. [Because she loves these creatures wholeheartedly - but it's not the same.] 'N...there's nobody at home for me. 'N if I go, these guys're left here...'n...
[There's a pause. Thida squeezes her eyes shut, a small glint of tears at their corners, but she takes a deep breath and wills them back.]
C-Can't...dunno if I can keep doin' it...if I go back, livin' alone...'m scared. 'M scared.
[She takes in one more breath, opens her mouth, then closes it, reaching out to turn off her 'gear. Nope, this is starting to get far too raw and real for her at the moment, these are not feelings she wants to deal with all at once. But is she okay? Maybe these dreams, even if they're not remembered, are hitting some people harder than others.]
So when she clicks the feed on her 'gear this evening, she doesn't start with that. Instead, she starts with a thoughtful, quiet moment, looking into the camera with her face pinched in concentration as she sits cross-legged on the couch in the Olivine Pokemon Center. Poko the Tepig is asleep in her lap, snuffling into her stomach, his one bent ear twitching. There's an Everstone on a length of twine around his neck that Thida finds herself fiddling with as she's thinking.]
...'Nybody else...usually livin' alone?
[Her words are still the choppy, direct kind that she usually speaks, but her voice is a lot softer, almost hesitant.]
Been livin' alone since...before comin' here. So. Um. Prob'ly...over a year. I think. [It gets hazy with the time of year she remembers it being back home, and the seasons that have passed in this new world.] Don't mind to. But...'s hard. Not makin' money or whatever...but...bein' alone. All th'time. Even with Pokemon. [Because she loves these creatures wholeheartedly - but it's not the same.] 'N...there's nobody at home for me. 'N if I go, these guys're left here...'n...
[There's a pause. Thida squeezes her eyes shut, a small glint of tears at their corners, but she takes a deep breath and wills them back.]
C-Can't...dunno if I can keep doin' it...if I go back, livin' alone...'m scared. 'M scared.
[She takes in one more breath, opens her mouth, then closes it, reaching out to turn off her 'gear. Nope, this is starting to get far too raw and real for her at the moment, these are not feelings she wants to deal with all at once. But is she okay? Maybe these dreams, even if they're not remembered, are hitting some people harder than others.]
