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[video/action, backdated to last night] Chapter 1;
Action for Rocket HQ;
[Having taken the time to assess the situation, Ringabel's come to several conclusions. One, this is not Luxendarc. In fact, judging by some of the conversations he's had, he's in an entirely different world, as are others in his position. By now, he's combed through the Rocket manual. Evidently, he's been drafted into some sort of criminal organization and will be expected to wear that ghastly uniform and conduct theft or risk being reported to the authorities.
It's not what he anticipated. The other newcomers seem to have arrived elsewhere, left to their own devices. What's more, they have but one of these... Pokémon, which he can only assume stands for "pocket monsters."
Before leaving his room, he spends a few more moments skimming the manual, glancing at the network, and jotting down a brief note in his journal. He's spent enough time in this room, and there are still countless unanswered questions weighing on his mind.
So, upon changing into his uniform, Ringabel departs, trailed by a Vulpix and prodded by a Pawniard. A creature resembling a dark knight, of all things.
With his journal in hand, he wanders the halls, jotting down a map as he rounds the corners. His eyes occasionally drift from the page toward any other Rockets within the vicinity.]
If they intend to train me, then they should have at least provided directions...
Action for Goldenrod, leading to Video;
[Some time after acquainting himself with the Rocket base, Ringabel decided to slip back into his more comfortable attire and sneak out for a bit of exploring. Unfortunately, the hustle and bustle of the city's a bit overwhelming at first, with its towering buildings composed of metal and glass, its busy streets, and constantly moving crowds. The lights remind him of Florem, but on a much grander scale. There's so much to see, from the Radio Tower behind him to the various shops and restaurants he passes as he works his way toward the outskirts. The rain leaves a bit to be desired, especially without a jacket or at least an umbrella.
So, what to do? Before he goes about making any sort of recording, he wedges his way through the crowd, looking for anyone who might extend a helping hand, however briefly.]
Ah, excuse me! Could I have a moment of your time?
[Whether or not he receives assistance, he'll later wind up purchasing an umbrella and spending a few moments restyling his hair. After that, he makes his way down to the route south of the city. Once there, he turns on the PokéGear. Despite the weather, he greets the camera with a smile.]
Good evening! My name is Ringabel, and it seems I'll be joining you all on this Pokémon journey.
[He pauses.]
I've done a bit of reading, so I already know the gist of the situation. However, I do have a few questions.
[Reaching into his pocket, he digs out a black journal marked with the letter D and flips to an image of three young warriors. Pretend the surrounding images aren't there.]
First, I'm looking for a few friends of mine. Their names are Edea, Tiz, and Agnès, and if you hear anyone grumbling "mrgrgr" or shouting "unacceptable," then chances are, they're nearby.
[There's also a chance that they haven't arrived in this world, which is... worrying and leads him to his next question.]
Second, what becomes of our worlds in our absence? And is there any significance behind the Pokémon we've received?
[He could leave it at that, but in true Ringabel fashion there's one more question on his mind.]
Last but certainly not least, what can you tell me about the women of this world?
[With that, the feed clicks off, though those in the area may spot him hovering around the route a bit longer before he slips into the Pokémon Center.]
[Having taken the time to assess the situation, Ringabel's come to several conclusions. One, this is not Luxendarc. In fact, judging by some of the conversations he's had, he's in an entirely different world, as are others in his position. By now, he's combed through the Rocket manual. Evidently, he's been drafted into some sort of criminal organization and will be expected to wear that ghastly uniform and conduct theft or risk being reported to the authorities.
It's not what he anticipated. The other newcomers seem to have arrived elsewhere, left to their own devices. What's more, they have but one of these... Pokémon, which he can only assume stands for "pocket monsters."
Before leaving his room, he spends a few more moments skimming the manual, glancing at the network, and jotting down a brief note in his journal. He's spent enough time in this room, and there are still countless unanswered questions weighing on his mind.
So, upon changing into his uniform, Ringabel departs, trailed by a Vulpix and prodded by a Pawniard. A creature resembling a dark knight, of all things.
With his journal in hand, he wanders the halls, jotting down a map as he rounds the corners. His eyes occasionally drift from the page toward any other Rockets within the vicinity.]
If they intend to train me, then they should have at least provided directions...
Action for Goldenrod, leading to Video;
[Some time after acquainting himself with the Rocket base, Ringabel decided to slip back into his more comfortable attire and sneak out for a bit of exploring. Unfortunately, the hustle and bustle of the city's a bit overwhelming at first, with its towering buildings composed of metal and glass, its busy streets, and constantly moving crowds. The lights remind him of Florem, but on a much grander scale. There's so much to see, from the Radio Tower behind him to the various shops and restaurants he passes as he works his way toward the outskirts. The rain leaves a bit to be desired, especially without a jacket or at least an umbrella.
So, what to do? Before he goes about making any sort of recording, he wedges his way through the crowd, looking for anyone who might extend a helping hand, however briefly.]
Ah, excuse me! Could I have a moment of your time?
[Whether or not he receives assistance, he'll later wind up purchasing an umbrella and spending a few moments restyling his hair. After that, he makes his way down to the route south of the city. Once there, he turns on the PokéGear. Despite the weather, he greets the camera with a smile.]
Good evening! My name is Ringabel, and it seems I'll be joining you all on this Pokémon journey.
[He pauses.]
I've done a bit of reading, so I already know the gist of the situation. However, I do have a few questions.
[Reaching into his pocket, he digs out a black journal marked with the letter D and flips to an image of three young warriors. Pretend the surrounding images aren't there.]
First, I'm looking for a few friends of mine. Their names are Edea, Tiz, and Agnès, and if you hear anyone grumbling "mrgrgr" or shouting "unacceptable," then chances are, they're nearby.
[There's also a chance that they haven't arrived in this world, which is... worrying and leads him to his next question.]
Second, what becomes of our worlds in our absence? And is there any significance behind the Pokémon we've received?
[He could leave it at that, but in true Ringabel fashion there's one more question on his mind.]
Last but certainly not least, what can you tell me about the women of this world?
[With that, the feed clicks off, though those in the area may spot him hovering around the route a bit longer before he slips into the Pokémon Center.]
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[ They're a little unusual so it'll be easy to remember. The second bit though warrants a grin. ]
But what I can tell you is that the women here are a the sort you'll have to work for. Worth the effort though.
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[He'll just have to buckle down and press on! Knowing that time remains unmoving in his absence certainly eases some of his distress.]
In any case, I've been told the women are quick to engage in battles. That a mere look in their eyes is a challenge. How do your experiences compare?
[It never hurts to get a broader perspective, and he seems well versed in the matter.]
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[ Not that he's seen any aggressive men around yet. ]
There are a few fine birds that come to mind though among our numbers. And by numbers I mean the others who got brought here like you and me.
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Ooh, do go on. I admit I've seen a few lovely saplings just waiting to bloom, but I fear that most are a bit too young.
[Key word being most. That Lightning woman had a stone-cold appeal, like that of a hardened soldier, and some of the young ladies he'd spoken with were close to Edea's age.]
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[ Of course, there's a grin there. ]
Course, Carmen's a right dish n' Heather's a sweetheart... then there's Miss Meridiana who's a proper lady... You've just got to get out there and apply yourself, is all!
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[The other two names catch his ear. Heather and Carmen, hmm?]
What can you tell me about the others?
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[ And have a small smirk back. ]
How about telling me something about yourself first, mate. If I'd be giving you information of that sort, I'd rather tell it to a chum rather'n a complete stranger.
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[But hmm... where to start. Perhaps it's best to cover the basics.]
First of all, I'm an amnesiac. Yes, tragic as it is, I've no recollection to my past, save for the past few months I've spent journeying across Luxendarc.
[He holds the journal from his initial broadcast, its worn leather cover and letter D rather striking in his opinion.]
And if that isn't strange enough, my only possession was this journal.
[A journal full of strange, cryptic writing.]
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You've got a name that goes with that tragedy, I'd wager?
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[.That's... well, the people of Luxendarc do seem to have awfully punny names.]
As for my real name, I've no idea. It was among the countless other memories I lost.
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[ and he'll clear his throat after a short pause. Terrible joke. Very bad. But that grin doesn't leave. ]
Either way, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ringabel. New question of course is if you're a rival or an ally when it comes to the fair lasses that surround us.
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Well, we clearly have a shared appreciation of the fairer sex, so I'd rather think of us as comrades. There's no reason to turn this into a competition when there's no shortage of lovely ladies.
[At least, that's the impression he's gotten thus far.]
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[ Now onto business. ]
It's Carmen and Heather you wanted to know about, is it? Haven't known them for very long myself but they seem alright. Carmen's a more sophisticated sort of bird. Bit of an enigma if you ask me. Heather strikes me as the kind who's seen far worse'n what we've got here. But she does like them sweet, I'll tell you that much.
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[It makes for interesting conversations, for one, and surely she's just as beautiful as she is sophisticated.
His smile falters briefly at his description of Heather, but it's back in place in the blink of an eye.]
As for Heather, if I ever do cross paths with her, then I'll gladly whisk her away from her woes. That is, assuming she still has them. This world does seem awfully pleasant.
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[ And have a smirk back. ]
I've taken a fancy to that lass so just to let you know, I've my eye out for her.
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[It's only fair. He did say this wasn't a competition, after all.]
Still, I wouldn't mind meeting her. One can still admire a lady without pursuing her outright.
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[ He has his eye set on someone else, after all. But have a laugh for that because really. Him? Settle down? ]
She's just someone I've taken a bit of a fondness to. A good friend, if you will.
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[Well, maybe not every woman, as some of the Eternian Forces have been less than pleasant.]
By the way, is it true that the Gym Leader Whitney is on the sensitive side? I've heard she's rather... volatile when defeated.
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[ There's a laugh to that second bit though. ]
You know, m'not quite sure. I've only seen her a few times when I was doing deliveries 'round Goldenrod. Haven't really faced her yet, to be honest!
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[Though if it's her job to pass out badges, then she should probably expect at least a few losses. No matter; he's yet to meet her, so he's hardly in the position to pass judgment.]
What was your impression of her during your meetings? I've found that women can change dramatically in the heat of battle.
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[ He should be okay though. After all, his partner's a ghost type.... right? ]
You know, if anyone's bound to prove that line right though, it'd prolly be Whitney.
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[Give him a sec, and-- ooh! A cow. Yet another creature he's sure Tiz would enjoy.]
Well, I know the ferocity of women quite well. My friend Edea can be downright terrifying when provoked, and even Agnès has her moments, despite her meek disposition.
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[ Man his friends sound like an interesting crew though. ]
If ever they come round, m'sure you'll be more'n willing to introduce them, would you?
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[He rubs his cheek for emphasis. It's just part of what makes her Edea, though.]
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She sounds like a bit of a livewire, your Edea. Must make things interesting, at least.
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