Aug. 22nd, 2016 06:19 pm
1st Petal [New Bark Town, Video]
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[The feed on this Pokegear starts with a shot of an open Trainer's Handbook. It lingers on the page for a moment, and anyone with quick enough eyes can see it's talking about the operation of the 'gear and how it broadcasts to a network.]
- There's a light!
[The voice is at once young and tired. The 'gear shakes as someone turns it around, revealing it's owner, a pale, pale boy with white hair and reddish-brown eyes. The skin around them is a bit puffy, as if he'd been crying recently. What on first glance looks to be a large yellow flower behind his ear is actually a Flabebe, and she clings expertly to her flower as she leans in to look at the 'gear herself. The boy swallows, takes a deep breath.]
H-Howdy. Um. The book says...the book says I'm talking to people in this? So I guess it's like a phone, or the internet. Um...[He pauses, shifting. It's a bit clearer now, where he is - sitting under a shady tree in New Bark Town.] I, I need some help. I can't...that lady, she...she's not my Mom. And, even if she was, I'm not supposed to be...
[Here, on the surface with sunlight and fresh air? Human, furless and flat-faced? In charge of such a delicate, tiny flower friend when he's hurt so many monsters so many times before? These all come to mind, but he says none of them.]
Uh...i-it's hard to explain. But, I really, really need to go back home. I'll just -
[The words catch in his throat, and he bows his head, the first of a new batch of sniffles and the Flabebe's concerned cry audible before he drops the 'gear and it shuts off.]
- There's a light!
[The voice is at once young and tired. The 'gear shakes as someone turns it around, revealing it's owner, a pale, pale boy with white hair and reddish-brown eyes. The skin around them is a bit puffy, as if he'd been crying recently. What on first glance looks to be a large yellow flower behind his ear is actually a Flabebe, and she clings expertly to her flower as she leans in to look at the 'gear herself. The boy swallows, takes a deep breath.]
H-Howdy. Um. The book says...the book says I'm talking to people in this? So I guess it's like a phone, or the internet. Um...[He pauses, shifting. It's a bit clearer now, where he is - sitting under a shady tree in New Bark Town.] I, I need some help. I can't...that lady, she...she's not my Mom. And, even if she was, I'm not supposed to be...
[Here, on the surface with sunlight and fresh air? Human, furless and flat-faced? In charge of such a delicate, tiny flower friend when he's hurt so many monsters so many times before? These all come to mind, but he says none of them.]
Uh...i-it's hard to explain. But, I really, really need to go back home. I'll just -
[The words catch in his throat, and he bows his head, the first of a new batch of sniffles and the Flabebe's concerned cry audible before he drops the 'gear and it shuts off.]