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[notvaljean]

Okay, seriously, this is just stupid.

[For someone who had never seen a camera or a video until a couple of hours ago, Jean has taken to both rather quickly. He always did enjoy fooling around with things and learning about them through experimentation, and while the angle of the camera is distinctly unflattering—somehow stretching his long face out even longer while simultaneously giving him six chins—the sheer indignation in his eyes comes across perfectly.]

Everyone else gets something cute, or useful, or sweet or whatever. And I get this.

[The camera swings around, jittering wildly out of control for a moment, and then focuses on a round, red and white ball with glaring eyes. The ball’s eyes narrow further when it realizes the camera is on it, and it lunges forward with a crackling sound. Jean yelps and jumps backwards, making the camera swing wildly for a moment.]

See! He’s crazy!

[The Voltorb crackles ominously but doesn’t try to come any closer, watching Jean from where it hovers.]

So how am I supposed to make friends with this thing? Because that’s what we’re supposed to do, right? Make friends with them?

[Jean sounds almost condescending about the idea of befriending the Pokemon. Anyone listening very closely might notice how his voice is trembling the tiniest bit, betraying all his uncertainty that he will vehemently deny if he gets called out on it. His hand stretches into view, pale with callouses across the palm, and he extends it towards the Voltorb.]

You want to be friends, asshole?

[The Voltorb lunges forward again, and the camera falls to the ground, pointing upwards towards the sky, capturing cheery blue and recording the sounds of electricity crackling and Jean shouting.]

Ow! OUCH! You dick, what was that for?!

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[notvaljean]

Thanks, someone else mentioned that.

[Jean is over his fright from the lightning bolt pretty quickly; after what he's used to in his own world, a ball shooting lightning at him isn't bad at all.]

There's more than one type, right? Like he's electric, and my friend has one that looks like an owl. What types do you have?

[islandshore]

...Every one.

[It's said with a flat tone before he pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Over seventy Pokémon, and there are... geez, eighteen types now? Plus, some Pokémon are dualtype, so there's a whole extra component you gotta consider with strategies.

But I've spent years thinking way too hard on this stuff.

[notvaljean]

That's a lot of Pokemon.

[Jean is suitably impressed. He can barely wrangle one, and this guy has seventy.]

How long have you been here?

[islandshore]

Over six years.

[Shrugging, he loosely folds his arms.]

But I'm the exception and not the rule. Seen people come and go more times than I can count.

[notvaljean]

[Jean mulls this new information over a little. He's heard from other people that sometimes you can be here for a really long time, but it's hard to imagine over six years in one place.]

Can I ask you a question? [He's going to, regardless.] Have people who are... not doing so well back home... have they ever showed up here from an earlier time? When they were well?

[Or alive, as the case may be.]

[islandshore]

[There's a pause on Riku's end. He can tell this is a delicate question. Reading between the lines, he has a few ideas. Someone who died, maybe? Someone on the verge of death? Someone who suffered a severe injury?

He takes a deep breath. In, then out.]

Yeah. Happens a lot. In fact, I'm from years behind the other people from my universe.

So... there's hope. And even people who died can get second chances.

[notvaljean]

[Jean doesn't answer right away, and when he does, his intake of breath is shaky and a little watery. Yeah, Riku was right with that first mental guess.]

... thanks. Like, really. Thank you.

[The Voltorb seems to realize this is an emotional moment, and nudges himself up under Jean's arm.]