First Report [video]

[nectarofknowledge]

[ In one of the Paldea dorms, there is a young preteen girl sitting at a desk, having set up the device to look at her. Her expression isn't... much, and her voice sounds flat. As she begins to speak, she repeatedly taps her fingers on the desk - those who have any knowledge of morse code will understand what she's "saying" there the same things she's speaking out loud. ]

This is a distress signal, calling for Scrooge McDuck or any one of his many... many... many associates. S.O.S. Violet Sabrewing reporting. I haven't been able to deduce if this kidnapping and subsequent hideous transformation is the work of any remaining members of F.O.W.L. or one of Mister McDuck's many... many... many enemies. Regardless, I will stay in place until further information is gathered about my situation and will appreciate a rescue post-haste. My fathers know that whenever I sleep over at Webbigail's, things tend to happen, but this may too much for them to handle.

Speaking of which - Webbigail, Lena, if you're hearing this, rest assured I am currently safe, albeit possibly traumatized by my transmogrification. I look forward to seeing you both as soon as possible. Dewford, Hubert, and Llewellyn, I trust the three of you to keep those two from going into homicidal revenge mode.

[ A pause, and then she moves to grab something from beneath the table... it's an Espurr! She props it on the table.]

On a less distressing note, any ideas on how to convince my fathers to let me keep this strange magic cat would be highly appreciated. I have named him Loki, after the Norse God of trickery. Say hello, Loki.

[ Loki says nothing, and just stares into the camera. o_o ]

Once again, this is Violet Sabrewing, over and out.

Comments

[pennyloafer]

I think it's a little late for that by now, but yes. Please. Do you have any other questions?

...About things here, not about me needing psychology help.

[nectarofknowledge]

I'll allow simple curiosity to take over for this round. I'm not certain why this particular demon was assigned to me, so what was your first one upon your arrival?

[pennyloafer]

[Violet's question brightens up Louie's mood immediately, even though it reminds him that she's got an Espurr. If you'd told him when he first got here that he'd end up so attached to his pokemon, he would have been skeptical, but it happened all the same. Plus, both of his starting pokemon were cats. He's happy to tell Violet about them.]

Well, I kind of have two. For a while, I wasn't here anymore-- Sometimes people end up back where they're from, and most of the time it stays that way... But sometimes it doesn't. So when I wound up home and then back here, I had a new starter.

[Louie gets out a pokeball, and presses the button on it to send a Perrseker. The pokemon opens its mouth wide, sharply pointed teeth on full display... In a yawn.]

This is Penningar! You know, because he looks like a viking. And he's great, he likes sleep even more than I do. And he doesn't like walking around a lot, either. He still tries to get piggy-back rides from me, but he's way too big and heavy for that since he evolved. He's gotten better at battling, but he's still super lazy.

And then Shilling was the first pokemon I ever got. I was able to get him back again, too, he's just not with me right now. He's like a cat, too, but more like a wild cat than Penn. He's more of a fighter, too. Way more of one. It can get intense, but it's come in handy once or twice. And he's pretty smart, too.

[nectarofknowledge]

[ There's a smirk of amusement on her face. Given how his "perfect dream" was just being a cat, his affinity with them is not exactly surprising. ]

It almost sounds as if you found the "Pokemon" version of yourself within Penningar. Perhaps in time, I'll find my own likeness within Loki.

How many of these creatures have you collected? Taking care of one sounds like a gigantic task in of itself, but from what I've gathered, it's encouraged to amass a great number of these demons. Admittedly, I've never taken care of a pet before, so this will be new territory in many ways. I can't help but be quite nervous and excited at the same time.

[pennyloafer]

I'm more curious to see if he ever ends up changing my mind about Espurr, but I'm not holding my breath. Although you did pick a pretty cool name, I've gotta admit. I'd ask if you know about the time I went to Valhalla, but Webby was there too. I'm guessing she was excited to share the story.

[As for her question, Louie's going to need to double-check his Gear's Pokedex feature... He had some Pokemon from Huey until he returned, which shifts the count around.]

I've got thirty-six of them. And I think you know me well enough, at least, to know that means they can't be as much looking after and stuff as normal pets. Don't get me wrong! You've got to take care of them, and Pokemon can cause their own kinds of special headaches. Still, they can be pretty independent, and that helps.

[nectarofknowledge]

There is very little Webbigail declines to share with me. It's thanks to her that I know your exact sleeping patterns.

[ ... hard to tell if that's a Vi joke or Webby being Webby. Both are plausible. ]

Thirty-six. I admit, hearing that number from you while you also claim the struggle is not as intense as one would think, is more reassuring than you could possibly know. This has increased my excitement and confidence in these matters by leaps and bounds.