DORUmon (
digitalorunknown) wrote2013-04-29 10:37 am
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1 :: video/action for New Bark + Route 29
[video]
What are you following me around for?
[The muffled voice is that of a young boy; about eleven years old, by the pitch, sounding tired and confused. It's followed by a Bagon's babble, then a sigh.]
Never mind.
[There's a clatter, then the 'Gear's audio abruptly clears, as though the mic were moved away from an obstruction. The video clears, too, showing a view of trees and sky and grass on Route 29. A few seconds of silence.]
You shouldn't make a mess of things. [rustle.] What's in there, anyways...? [rustle clunk scrape clatter.] Are these clothes? [thump.] I think this is food- [The Bagon babbles loudly, and the boy yelps, and the 'Gear flips over twice. The video now shows the Bagon running around, Mom's bento lunch in hand, biting the box determinedly. The boy is standing up, watching helplessly.]
Wait, don't take that! It's not yours, it - oof-! [He takes two unsteady steps, leans forward, and falls over. The Bagon hops up onto his back and sits down on top of him, still chewing away on the box.] Let me up..!
[action]
[Before that elegant scene takes place, a purple-haired kid in Youngster garb can be found in New Bark, stumbling his way out of town and falling over every twenty seconds or so. The Bagon orbiting his feet appears to be offering him moral support...or maybe it's just yelling at him. He looks pretty determined to get out to Route 29, scraped knees be damned.]
What are you following me around for?
[The muffled voice is that of a young boy; about eleven years old, by the pitch, sounding tired and confused. It's followed by a Bagon's babble, then a sigh.]
Never mind.
[There's a clatter, then the 'Gear's audio abruptly clears, as though the mic were moved away from an obstruction. The video clears, too, showing a view of trees and sky and grass on Route 29. A few seconds of silence.]
You shouldn't make a mess of things. [rustle.] What's in there, anyways...? [rustle clunk scrape clatter.] Are these clothes? [thump.] I think this is food- [The Bagon babbles loudly, and the boy yelps, and the 'Gear flips over twice. The video now shows the Bagon running around, Mom's bento lunch in hand, biting the box determinedly. The boy is standing up, watching helplessly.]
Wait, don't take that! It's not yours, it - oof-! [He takes two unsteady steps, leans forward, and falls over. The Bagon hops up onto his back and sits down on top of him, still chewing away on the box.] Let me up..!
[action]
[Before that elegant scene takes place, a purple-haired kid in Youngster garb can be found in New Bark, stumbling his way out of town and falling over every twenty seconds or so. The Bagon orbiting his feet appears to be offering him moral support...or maybe it's just yelling at him. He looks pretty determined to get out to Route 29, scraped knees be damned.]
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But only a little.
Mostly.]
He's gonna be following you around for a while, so you might as well get used to it. Let me guess, you aren't supposed to be human, either?
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Dorumon clumsily reaches for the source of the voice and drags it to himself across the ground, still pinned down by the insistent Bagon. He blinks at it, turning it around a bit. It...has a screen, and buttons...there's something comforting and familiar about it, though he's never seen anything quite like it before.]
What's a human?
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A human is what you are right now. Welcome to your new home away from home.
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He doesn't remember evolving.]
What do you mean? Who are you?
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Name's Jack. I've only been here about a month, so I don't exactly have all the answers, but I'll do my best.
Right now you're in Johto. The... critter on your back is your pokemon. It's kind of a thing here.
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Pokemon? [He twists his head around, trying to get a glance of it.] He doesn't talk. [...Having said that, he waits a moment for the dragon to refute. When there's no answer, he turns back to the Pokegear and sighs.]
What do you mean, you've only been here for a month? [The way he says that, it's like there's some vital fact dangling just outside of Dorumon's sight. Something that would explain why this place is a mystery to him, and why he feels so strange in this body.]
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[Today, Patch is nowhere to be seen, but Phil is playing backrest and barks his own greeting over Jack's shoulder, the blueish-white background resolving into a large Seel once Jack shifts the gear's view to include him.]
And yeah, pokemon. Phil here is one of mine. They don't talk, but they're pretty clear about what they want when they want to be. [chuckle] I think yours might be wanting you to stay down for a while. Maybe he's worried.
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Why do they look so diff-URF! [Bagon puts down the lunch box and makes a flying leap onto Dorumon's head, pushing his face into the dirt, to get a look at the Pokegear. He points and babbles at the Seel in the video, prompting some muffled noises from Dorumon.]
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[Phil is more than happy to chat with the Bagon, but Jack figures he should probably help the kid out at some point. Or at least try. He pats Phil's side, waving at the screen when Phil goes quiet.]
Hey, little guy. I think your trainer probably needs to breathe right about now. You wanna let him up?
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If you keep doing things like that, I won't let you follow me. [Bagon harrumphs and puffs out its chest, maybe sensing the empty threat.]
So why is he here with me?
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If he stops jumping on your head, he can help keep you safe. Probably.
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He can deal with that.]
...That's right. I can't fight well if I'm like this. [Speaking of which, he's going to try working his way back up to standing now.]
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[Unfortunately, he doesn't really have any advice as far as standing or walking. Losing his powers didn't change his ability to do that, unlike some people.] Keep trying. You'll get it eventually.
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He'll keep trying until he can walk. He doesn't have any other choice, after all - he has to walk to advance, and he has to advance to eat, and...the point is, he needs to walk, so he'll walk, one way or another. Even if his knees protest.]
So... [He looks back at Bagon.] ...you're here to protect me. [Bagon waves its arms and shouts.] Then what am I here for? [It shrugs.]