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[The 'Gear had been an interesting thing to figure out - an amusing little toy, really; while calling it a puzzle would have been giving it entirely too much credit, Descole had enjoyed himself with it for a while. The afternoon had been spent watching the others post to the network; apparently he wasn't the only one that had randomly found himself stuck here. Really, there had been at least one other that day posting to say that they had found themselves in the same predicament.

How odd.

Tonight, his own feed comes alive, focusing in on a dimly-lit room and just enough of a figure to indicate that there's a person sitting in that chair over there, though he's leaning back and the camera is situated at an angle in relation to the person, keeping his face out of view of the camera. There doesn't appear to be too many distinguishing points about the individual, as he appears to be draped in a long black cape of some sort, though toward the upper corner of the frame, there's an obvious fluffy shock of white among all the dark folds of fabric, and the edges of his sleeves are ruffled and white, pale against what's visible of his hands where they're folded against what appears to be a desk or table of some sort.

All part of the act, of course; keep the audience guessing.

When he speaks, his voice is cordial, but almost stiffly formal - not quite rehearsed, but he's clearly been thinking about what to say for some time.]

Assuming this message manages to reach anyone, if someone would do me the favor of actually obliging me and letting me know where I am, that would be appreciated - there was a red-haired woman in here earlier claiming that she was doing exactly that, but unfortunately, she didn't say anything terribly useful.

[He leans forward a bit, the slightest hint of a smirk edging into the frame above that white boa.]

And if anyone just happens to know where my swords have gone...really, if you know what's in your best interests you'll return them as quickly as possible. I can't say there won't be any hard feelings, but I'm sure we can work something out.

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[Those clothes look oddly familiar... He can't judge by voice since Clive has never actually met the man before, but he's fairly certain he's correct in assuming that this man is Descole. Who else would wear such an eccentric outfit? Well, whether he's correct or not, it wouldn't hurt to give the guy a quick little Johto 101.]

You are in Johto, a land filled with animal-like creatures called Pokémon, which you can capture and raise to battle against other Pokémon trainers, or you can just breed them or keep them as pets if battling isn't your thing. If it is, however, you may or may not be interested in going around the region and collecting badges, which you can earn by defeating the Gym Leader in each town, though I believe New Bark Town and Cherrygrove City are the only places that don't have a gym. There's also another region called Kanto, which you can get to by taking the train in Goldenrod City. I believe tickets are P20000.

Oh, yes, there's no way to return home of your own free will, so don't even bother attempting to leave. It may also be worth noting that it is impossible for people and Pokémon to die in both Johto and Kanto.

And as for your swords, they're not here. Weapons seem to magically disappear upon arriving in this place.

[That should be enough information. He pauses for a moment and gives a courteous smile.]

Any further questions?

[Well, aren't you a veritable font of information? He won't interrupt you, however, especially not once he realizes what you're doing; he takes it all in silently, though by the end he's shifted his hands upward, steepling his fingers while he considers.]

I suppose it would be too easy if you had any information on those that brought us here in the first place.

[Clive tries to be as helpful as he can. After all, he's a gentleman!]

Yes, I'm afraid it would be. I don't have the slightest clue on who or what brought us here, or for what purpose. It just happens. However, people seem to randomly disappear as often as they appear, so there is a possibility that you will be able to return home someday.

[Hmmm...]

Tell me who I have to thank for all of this information, then. Your name?

[An almost devious smirk forms on Clive's face as Descole requests for his name. He's curious to see how the other man will react to his false name.]

Luke Triton.

[By visibly tensing quite a bit, for one thing; his hands tighten immediately where his fingers are entwined together, and what's visible of the lower half of his face seems to twitch rather sharply.]

That boy - Layton's assistant?

[Well, well. Looks like Clive's assumption was right.]

Yes, but as you can see, I've grown up. Although my younger self and the Professor are both here, as well.

And you're... Descole, correct?

Good to see your memory isn't that short.

[Right! Well! Not exactly happy to see you here, but managing.]

Either way, I do still appreciate the information.

[Oh, come on, don't be like that. Clive doesn't want to get in your way.]

It's my pleasure. It's been so many years since I last saw you, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. I'm sure the others will give you enough trouble.

[Well, perhaps Clive doesn't, but Luke is a bratty little nuisance of a child. However! He can definitely appreciate the gesture, he supposes.]

Extending the proverbial olive branch, then?

[...all right, all right. Why not.]

That's fine by me, then.

Good, good. I'm relieved to hear that.

[...Well, this conversation seems to have come to an end, but hanging up right now would be kind of awkward.]

Is there anything else I can do for you, or are we finished here?

[Good lord, boy, why in the world would it be awkward? If the conversation is over, it's over, it's not exactly rocket science. ~~Descole is also an asshole and has no difficulty hanging up on people and/or simply booking it out of the area once he deems himself done.~~]

I believe we may be finished. You've been such a help.

[Unlike you, Descole, Clive has manners. That's why it's awkward to him.]

Glad I could help. I wish you luck, then.

[And now he's hanging up.]

[Good boy. Otherwise we'd both be sitting here going "But then I was phone...forever." Or you'd simply get hung up on. Whichever sounded like the better idea.]

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