fortune 001 | video/action for New Bark Town [DR spoilers mentioned]

[crystalballer]

[The feed opens up to a twenty-something with impossibly huge hair, who's shakily gripping the 'Gear in terror.]

Hello? Is anyone there? This is Yasuhiro Hagakure. This better be the network thing I heard people talking about, 'cause you guys are my last hope!

I don't wanna freak you guys out or anything, but this is serious. [He leans his face closer to the 'Gear's screen like he's trying to keep a secret.] I've been abducted by aliens. Full on encounter with the fourth kind, dude! I've even got proof!

[He points the 'Gear down to show a little grey alien-looking Pokemon. If it could show any real emotion, it would look pretty damn annoyed right now. Of course it had to end up with the crazy trainer.]

See?! He totally abducted me when I finally got outside for the first time in forever! I bet he was waiting for me to get out so he could take me! Ohhh, I should've listened to my vision when it said leaving that place wasn't a good idea...!

[He takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself, but he's still shaking.]

Anyway, he won't take me to his leader or anything, so I need your help! Someone come to New Bark Town quick before his friends get here and take me away for experimentation! You guys gotta believe me, 'cause no one else in this town will! Please help m--!

[Just as he's about to finish this ridiculous SOS, someone or something crashes into him from behind. While the look on his face was hilarious, the next part of the feed is gonna be hell for those who get motion sick easily. The 'Gear goes flying out of Hagakure's hands and flips a few times before spiraling to the ground. When it finally lands, Hagakure can be seen a few feet away, faceplanted into the ground with a firey red-headed boy sprawled on top of him.

He peels his face off the dirt and moves to get this kid off of him.]

Seriously, dude? Watch where you're running!

Well who the hell just stands in the middle of the road, dumbass!

[Is the snappy, loud retort to Hagukure's complaint. The Gear's at an awkward enough angle that his face can't be seen, but fellow students of Hope Academy should recognize that punk rock hairstyle.

The redhead pulls himself off Hagakure and dusts off the dirt on his shirt.]

Damn it, got it dirty too. Seriously, you're lucky I'm a bit out of shape otherwise I'd totally have knocked you over fla-a-a-a-t...

[And as abruptly as he came smashing into the feed, the redhead's voice trails off into temporary stunned silence. It's only the back of his head that's visible to the viewers, but one can imagine that he's got quite a look of shock on his face.]

H-hey. You're...

[The hushed tone doesn't last for long though. A pair of hands reach out and grab Hagakure's collar, yanking him upwards roughly as a fierce yell bursts its way from the teen's throat.]

You've got some fucking nerve to show your fucking face to me, you fucking asshole!

[Hagakure doesn't even have time to react to the appearance of a classmate he never thought he'd see again, because before he knows it he's being pulled off the ground and throttled by a screaming teenager.]

What the hell are you talking about, dude?! You ran into me......

[And then it finally hits him. This is... oh god. Hagakure immediately lets out an undignified scream at the sight of this kid. It's like he's really seeing a ghost from the shade of white his face just turned.

First he was abducted by aliens, and now this? F his life tbh.]

K-Kuwata-chi?!

Oh sweet merciful gods, Kuwata-chi's come back to haunt me! [He goes into panic mode.] I swear I didn't want to vote for you man, b-but I had to! Please don't kill me!!

[Hagakure then looks around desperately. When he finally spots the 'Gear, he tries to make a grab for it, but it's futile since the 'Gear is so far away and he's still being pinned by Leon. So he opts to yell for whoever will listen.]

H-Help me! Anyone! Please!

[It's at this moment that the 'Gear is picked up by Hagakure's Elgyem and shut off as it dashes toward the two boys in attempt to break them up. This...could get ugly.]

[[OOC: Joint post with Leon (struck_out)! ICly, responses will come after they've had their little confrontation. They should be cooled down by then.]]

Comments

[istheindustry]

[Well. This certainly was an interesting thing to come back to Johto to, wasn't it?]

My, my - ghost or not, my money's on the ginger.

[struck_out]

Hey, I don't swing that way ok? Unless you're a hot chick with a cute face, don't even think about it.

[istheindustry]

[...countdown to the "You Have Made A Huge Mistake" realization, starting now.]

Well, I was referring to the fight, my dear, but now it's just looking like you're protesting a bit too much~

[struck_out]

[Leon's always counting down, don'tcha know?]

Of course I am! I don't like guys and you sounded like you were hitting on me! It's freaking me out, alright??

[istheindustry]

[Just. Arching an eyebrow at that.]

You must be such fun at parties. But really, that aside - I take it you defeated your massive-haired friend over there?

[struck_out]

Kinda? I don't know, my fire monkey and his grey thing interrupted us but...I guess you could say that if we were actually fighting I'd have punched him a few more times.

Just, just punches, ok?? N-nothing worse than that! I mean, what kinda guy can't take a few punches huh?

[istheindustry]

[...you are the weirdest thing. Not necessarily a bad thing, mind you. Just a very weird one.]

As opposed to...what, exactly?

[struck_out]

Nothing. It's none of your business so back off.

[He's quick to be defensive, ain't he?]

[istheindustry]

[Leon, you are just getting the most flippantly dismissive gesture for your effort.]

My boy, do I really look like I care what you've done? You're more than welcome to torture a kitten or burn down an orphanage or...do whatever it is you do. Coat yourself in peanut butter and call the local whorehouse for an orgy if it pleases you. Chances are I've heard worse...and in the case of that last one, chances are I've done better.

[struck_out]

[...just...give him a minute to process that.]

...dude. I think you need to get your head checked, that shit ain't supposed to be normal.Are you even supposed to tell people you've done that all of that stuff?

[istheindustry]

Supposed to? My dear, I do what pleases me - nothing more, nothing less.

[struck_out]

[OOoookay...might be time to step away from this one. What is up with all these weirdos? Dead classmates, classmates from the future, a guy who claims fairies are real, someone straight out of a Shakespeare play, and now this guy. Yikes.]

Yeah well, you keep on telling yourself that then. I'm umm...gonna go, check on Hagakure. The dumbass with the big hair.

Seriously, go see a shrink. You sound you like you fucking need one.

[crystalballer]

[Wow, rude.]

Gee, thanks for the support, dude.

[istheindustry]

Oh, it's nothing personal, my dear; just calling it as I see it.

[And clearly that makes everything just fine and dandy, now, doesn't it.]

Either way, I suppose it's good to see you here in one piece. Did you work out if that friend of yours is dead or not? He doesn't look quite like any ghost that I've seen, and believe me, I've seen several.

[crystalballer]

Hey, I can totally take him! He just caught me off guard, okay?!

[You keep telling yourself that Hagakure.]

Dude, you must not've seen the new models of ghosts then! They're really good at blending in with the living! [He's completely serious about this btw.] But that said...I'm pretty sure he's alive, even though it doesn't make any sense.

[istheindustry]

New models?

[He just sort of laughs a bit at that, the sound soft and dark.]

My dear boy, ghosts haven't changed any over the last three centuries, I certainly don't see why they would change now - but then, where I'm from they're always rather open about no longer being among the living. Not necessarily vengeful, mind you, though there are a fair few of those, but rather open.

However, I suppose it's good that the other one isn't deceased any longer - this place has a tendency to resurrect gingers, did it to one of mine when I arrived.

[crystalballer]

[Hagakure's genuinely not sure how to respond to that for a little while.]

I'm pretty sure we're not from the same world 'cause they're definitely not like that where I'm from, dude. They don't like talking about it at all, even though I'm one of the few people who can actually talk to 'em.

[istheindustry]

Well, I never did say they were pleased about it - just that they don't see a need to keep up the pretense.

Though if what you're saying is true, that's a rather interesting gift of yours, darling; is it natural, or something you work on...I don't know, cultivating somehow?

[I mean, it's good to know if you're just naturally communicating with the dead somehow or if you're getting to the astral plane via massive amount of substances; not that he particularly cares if it's the latter, he's not any stranger to it, but...]

[crystalballer]

[D-Darling...]

It's pretty natural I guess, but a lot of the time the spirits ignore me. To be honest though, I don't really like doing it much anyway. Ghosts kinda give me the creeps, dude.

["Kinda" is an understatement, but like he's going to admit that in front of strangers.]

[istheindustry]

[Yes. Darling.]

Well, I don't see why - after all, it's the living that you really need to worry about, unless your particular spirits are capable of more than my world's are.

[crystalballer]

I dunno man, they're pretty dangerous where I'm from. You gotta worry about them possessing and attacking people and stuff like that.

But you're right about living people too. I've had my fair share of close calls with them.

[Murderschool, man.]