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[ANONYMOUS Text] / Action for Route 29
[TEXT, approximately midday on July 1st]
how t
how to stop hed from hurting
resons hwy hed myte b hurting human
dose hed hurting mean deth (for humane)
[WHAT'S UP NETWORK, it seems someone has gotten their wires crossed and is trying to use the PsyDuckDuckGo searchbar but keeps posting messages by accident.]
[Help. Help them.]
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[ACTION for Route 29]
[With a gritted-teeth groan, Wrath sets aside the PokeGear and presses both hands to his temples.]
[He's been walking west from New Bark with his new Pokemon partner for about five hours. And while his memories of once being human here are growing clearer by the minute, he doesn't remember it ever being quite like this. His head is throbbing and the heat is unbearable.]
[And there's no air-conditioned buildings or shady storefronts to duck into like there always had been in the Goldenrod City (or "the yellow town", as he always used to think of it).]
[At least there's trees, which is what he's finally opted for now that the sun is high in the sky and the thought of taking another step is about as appealing as sticking his head in a wasp's nest. Laying spread-eagled on the grass under the shade of a big maple is at least cooler... but it hasn't stopped the banging pains in his head.]
[Sitting next to him is both the (thus far unexplored) complimentary rucksack from "Mom", and his starter: a little Cubone, who's been watching him a little worriedly. Said Cubone is the one who pulled the PokeGear out of a pocket on the backpack and helpfully pointed out the internet search engine (prior to being assigned to his very! first! trainer!!!!! (exciting!) he had been cared for by Elm's various lab assistants, and had seen them look things up online for research regularly!), but it didn't seem like the search had been fruitful.]
"Bone?"
[Wrath cracks open one eye, grimacing-- his partner has started to rummage through the backpack, pulling out packets of trailmix and holding them up expectantly.]
[But he doesn't feel hungry-- he feels gross. :(]
You can have it...
[He's just gonna fold an arm over his face and lay there like a corpse for a bit.]
[IDIOT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE'S JUST DEHYDRATED.]
how t
how to stop hed from hurting
resons hwy hed myte b hurting human
dose hed hurting mean deth (for humane)
[WHAT'S UP NETWORK, it seems someone has gotten their wires crossed and is trying to use the PsyDuckDuckGo searchbar but keeps posting messages by accident.]
[Help. Help them.]
[ACTION for Route 29]
[With a gritted-teeth groan, Wrath sets aside the PokeGear and presses both hands to his temples.]
[He's been walking west from New Bark with his new Pokemon partner for about five hours. And while his memories of once being human here are growing clearer by the minute, he doesn't remember it ever being quite like this. His head is throbbing and the heat is unbearable.]
[And there's no air-conditioned buildings or shady storefronts to duck into like there always had been in the Goldenrod City (or "the yellow town", as he always used to think of it).]
[At least there's trees, which is what he's finally opted for now that the sun is high in the sky and the thought of taking another step is about as appealing as sticking his head in a wasp's nest. Laying spread-eagled on the grass under the shade of a big maple is at least cooler... but it hasn't stopped the banging pains in his head.]
[Sitting next to him is both the (thus far unexplored) complimentary rucksack from "Mom", and his starter: a little Cubone, who's been watching him a little worriedly. Said Cubone is the one who pulled the PokeGear out of a pocket on the backpack and helpfully pointed out the internet search engine (prior to being assigned to his very! first! trainer!!!!! (exciting!) he had been cared for by Elm's various lab assistants, and had seen them look things up online for research regularly!), but it didn't seem like the search had been fruitful.]
"Bone?"
[Wrath cracks open one eye, grimacing-- his partner has started to rummage through the backpack, pulling out packets of trailmix and holding them up expectantly.]
[But he doesn't feel hungry-- he feels gross. :(]
You can have it...
[He's just gonna fold an arm over his face and lay there like a corpse for a bit.]
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[Wrath blanches slightly when the text pops up-- god, he's not used to this technology anymore, even though he remembers using it daily...]
[For a moment he bites his lip, not sure he's even ready to... talk to anyone. But he really would like his head to stop hurting.]
wel
it is like a drum in my hed that has slowle goten very lowd
i can feyl it in my eers
it started a wile ago
mayb 1 howr?
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[ Junior Woodchuck Nursing 101 Badge, here she comes. ]
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from the sun
but not vary lowd
[Except for in his head.]
as 4 eatyng or drynking i hav not dun eyther in
[A pause, as he reflects. Do the red stones he'd hastily choked down in the moments leading up to the end count? No, he doesn't think they do-- they weren't truly food in the human sense, even if they had been sustenance for his old body.]
1 year
maby 2
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[The human distinction in these half-garbled messages doesn't avoid his notice. That, in all honesty, makes the appearance of such a post far less alarming. It's more than likely a mild inconvenience that the would-be searcher has never encountered before.]
This is the network. For the search bar, you have to touch the button with the outline of a house on it.
[It's not clear!! It's really not clear!! Especially if you have enormous thumbs.]
A head can hurt for a great many reasons, most of them not fatal.
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[Wrath isn't looking at the name field-- staring at the screen feels Not Great right now so he's kind of looking as little as possible.]
[
That's definitely the only reason he's not checking who he's talking to. It's not because there's a hollow empty void in him that vibrates with grief and guilt whenever his mind approaches the possibility that his former family may or may not still be here!ya i figurd that out
my hed has hurt befor just not lyk this
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[Scar is also chronically prone to typos, but he finds autocorrect condescending, so he's. Turned it off.]
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it is vere hot
stoped under a tree fore a bit
mayb will walk at nyt after this
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Hey, are you okay?
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[A one-word answer.]
[Because he's not.]
[He feels like his head is in a vice. :(]
Re: Text
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chery grov
[He's unfamiliar with this part of the map... in his previous stay, he'd inhabited Goldenrod City almost exclusively. Occasionally traveled north to places like Ecruteak or Mt. Mortar, but not frequently.]
[And where he'd woken up earlier that morning, the woodsy little neighborhood known as New Bark Town? He'd never been there at all.]
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[ True to his word, BJ is almost 99% eclipsed by a Greedent who is just SO happy to be out of the heat. You can like, see that Beetlejuice is in a hotel room and maybe the top of his stupid hair over Dodger's enormous fluffy self. No typing is happening on his end.]
You want a red Feraligatrade, plain toast, and a banana.
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[Insert flashbacks to his first day in this place, waking up in the Rocket dorm room and spending at least twenty minutes being baffled by seeing both strangers and familiar faces SHRUNK DOWN and trapped in the curious gadjet.]
[Shaking them off, he hovers his finger over the 'Turn Video On' button-- a bit of dusty muscle-memory-- then chickens out.]
i dont hav those
i hav
[He glances at the little pouches of trailmix-- one of which his team-mate is snacking on.]
krunchy dry snack
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That's no good, pal!
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ya its bad
but i dont feel hungre aneway
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[anon text]
if it hurts because you hit it really hard, death is an option for humans.
what did you do to it?
[anon text] types angrily with his hoofs
nothyng!
i didnt do anething to it!
it just hurts
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well you're probably missing something then, humans need way too much stuff or they fall apart
what haven't you done in the last 12 hours
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[ Hello, have An Actual Doctor even if it's been a while since they were in med school ]
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um
in the back
and the sides
i can hear drums
[That's your pulse, stupid.]
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You would not BELIEVE how much water a human needs.
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Headaches are rough, but I don't think they mean 'death'. Where are you? Maybe someone can come find you?
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i am on root 29
i donot nede some1 to fynd me
i just need the payn 2 stop
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Did you get hurt recently?
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