⊕ 001 & action option

[unabates]

[ he's not into showing his face off. once he verifies there's a public network and an audio option, he begins to opt for that. but then he looks at all the videos of people and their pokemon, and decides o a different option.

the video opens on the sandy beaches of cherrygrove. his rockruff, bandit, is in the surf, chasing what looks like a stick. he brings it back to jack, who pets his head and then throws it again. his location will also ping as cherrygrove. ]

The name's Jack.

[ his voice is distinctly older, and very rough. it sounds like he may have damaged his throat at some point in his life. his hand, when he throws the stick or pets bandit, is gloved. ]

I've been looking around this place and it looks like the consensus is that people can't go home on their own. I'm not here to ask how to get home, since it seems like that's been covered pretty well.

I wanna talk to those of you that have gone home, or know people that did. And... for those that don't, how you're dealing with not being able to.

[ he ends the video on that note, throwing the stick again for bandit. ]

( cherrygrove )

[ for those actually in his vicinity, they can likely hear jack make the post. other than that, he's spending some time on the beach, playing with bandit and getting his energy out. he's just as open to a battle if you two have similarly leveled pokemon.

or maybe bandit, with all his energy, comes running up to your pokemon and headbutts them. at which point jack follows. ]

Bandit. Come back here.

[ the wagging of his tail doesn't amuse jack. ]

Sorry about him.

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[lordofthefries]

[When Bandit is plucked off of Omelette, the little egg stands up on his tiny feet and cheers as if he won fair and square instead of Jack breaking them up.

Sasha leans over and pats him on the head, but her eyes are on Jack, a dangerous glint of competition in her eyes.]

You're the one not winning unless I go easy on your old bones.

[unabates]

[ bandit gives a protesting bark but settles down when jack puts him back on his feet, licking omelette's head and then sasha's hand.

that dangerous glint of competition? it's met in jack's eyes as well. is he really going to race a seventeen year old girl?

you bet your bippy he is. ]

You know where the exit to Route 30 is? We can do first from here to there and back.

[lordofthefries]

[Yes, is he really? Grandpa, please. You can't cut it with the whippersnappers anymore.

Sasha stands up and shakes her legs out, arching her neck until it cracks. If this old fart wants a race, he's going to get the race of his lifetime.]

Yes, I do. What will I win when you don't make it back?

[Not if, but when.]

[unabates]

Bragging rights.

[ when that probably doesn't cut it, he laughs. ]

Listen, I'm good with a grill. I'll make you a nice steak dinner when it starts warming up, how about that?

[lordofthefries]

[He's right. Bragging doesn't matter when there's meat on the line.]

I live on the Islands. It's always warm there, so you don't have to wait.

[None of this "when it starts warming up" business. All that gives Jack is time to dismiss her when it does warm up on the rest of the continent.]

[unabates]

The islands?

[ guess who has no idea about these island places, sasha? ]

You mean to tell me there's an island to retreat to around here?