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001. Video.

[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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Is that so?

[All right, that's...annoying, but he'll manage. He'll manage.]

I assume you were also brought here against your will, then.

Unfortunately. It seems that this place has a will of its own and selects people at random to trap here.

[Yes, yes, it sounds crazy, he knows.]

There's a rumor about how to get home, but no one has proved or disproved it yet. I assume you've arrived recently; have you learned anything about this world?

There were a few materials available to me when I arrived; I've already looked into those, though I can't say that they contained very much that would be of any use. The most genuinely helpful thing ended up being the instructions for this device.

[...hi, Descole's a nerd and actually read the damn instructions for the 'Gear instead of doing the technological equivalent of running something up a flagpole and seeing who salutes.]

Other than that? Not particularly.

[Wow, Descole, you managed to out-nerd Archer. Good job!]

Understandably so; the majority of the information I've received on this place has been gained through those who have already been here for quite some time. This place is run by those with the most powerful... Pokémon. You should have received a red-and-white ball of some sort with a creature inside of it. These creatures are vital to success in this world. Those with the most powerful Pokémon are known as the Elite Four and the Champion. It's rumored that if you defeat them you can return home.

[Well, he does work with machines and all; it's not exactly a good idea to just set an earthmover off and watch it go. Finding out how things work becomes a habit rather quickly when one usually works with things capable of ripping one's arms off.]

Ah, yes, the creatures; I seem to have received two of them upon my arrival, though both of them seem rather useless as-is.

[Well, that makes enough sense. But come on, don't talk to him about getting your arms ripped off! ~~Wait until after the canon update, at least!~~]

Two? That's certainly interesting. The one I received was dreadfully useless in the beginning, but they grow and change given enough time and training.

How...very quaint.

[...no really

he has a ball bearing and a purple rat

a ball bearing

and a purple rat]

And what did yours change into? Something useful? Or did it simply become something useless in another direction?

[...Oh you poor man.]

Well, in comparison to the other Pokémon I've collected... It's quick, but that seems to be its only redeeming feature.

[Talking shit about our bat? It's evolved, he can do this all he wants now!]

[Well, at least the ball bearing looks promising. Once he figures out what the hell it connects to, there will be good times in Goldenrod.]

So! If I'm understanding this correctly, we're supposed to go out and...catch, collect and train some of these creatures; we use them to do our bidding and crush our enemies, and that's how we advance in this world.

[...Dammit, if only he was still in Goldenrod! That would have been hilarious to watch!]

That's correct. It's certainly amusing. From what I've seen, there are well over two hundred variations of these creatures; most of them seem to have some sort of "evolution" that allows them to grow stronger. In order to go up against the Elite Four, you must defeat the Gym Leaders - they're also very powerful trainers who specialize in specific "types" of Pokémon. I don't know how powerful they are, though there are several here who have obtained these Gym Badges.

Hm...that does sound horribly entertaining. And it never occurs to anyone that creatures like that in the hands of certain people might be an incredibly bad idea?

[...judging from his tone, creatures like that in Descole's hands is probably an Incredibly Bad Idea and he knows it.

My god, does he know it.]

Oh of course not. Because clearly these creatures are innocent and can't be corrupted in any way. They aren't supposed to attack humans at all, you know.

[Cue smirking like a douche!]

...They will follow any orders you give them, however.

Always good to know - simply if the need should ever arise, of course.

[Good lord, all aboard the Hot Mess Express.]

Oh of course, we certainly wouldn't want to harm innocent civilians now would we?

[You, sir, are fun.]

[He knows!]

Well, definitely not the innocent ones, that would be barbaric. I suppose what's left is determining how one should define "innocent."

I prefer to define it as "those who don't get in my way," but that's rather broad. I'm interested in hearing how you would define it.

[Forgive him for sounding horribly creepy but... where have you been all his life.]

[Oh, the feeling is returned, my good sir.]

No, no - that sounds about right.

I suppose that does beg the question though... what were you doing in your world? Serving your country's military?

[...That doesn't sound right. Not unless your military lets you wear fluff.]

Oh, not at all, my good man - I've never been suited for the army.

[You are getting the most flamboyant handwave for your effort.]

Instead, I've devoted myself to the noble pursuit of science.

Indeed?

[Well that's good! No offense, man, but the army probably wouldn't want you. ...Unless you're really good with those swords of yours.]

What sort of science?

["...the noble pursuit of science...?" You're not from his world, right?]

[...ohoho believe me

he's good with the swords]

Mechanical engineering - I specialize primarily in robotics, though I'm more than skilled enough with excavation and the like.

[...there really should be a response to that that's... not horrible but...]

[Ooh Mr. Descole ooh sums it up perfectly.]

Robotics? So you... work with automail, then?

[Who the hell calls it "robotics" anyway?]

[...hold on

the groove

you have thrown off the groove]

What in the world are you talking about?

[Yes, well...! Stop being so confusing, then!]

Automail, artificial limbs. "Robotics" is a rather crude term, but I suppose you could define it as such.

[Not like he really knows. Why should he know anything about automail? It's not like he's going to lose half his body and get it replaced with said "robotics!" That's just ridiculous!]

...I suppose it's not called that in your world, though. What are you talking about?

[...the same page. We are no longer on it.

GODDAMN IT, MAN, WE WERE COOL UNTIL A SECOND AGO.]

Artificial limbs? I'm not in the medical field at all, but I'm fairly sure we don't have any sort of prosthetics that would require some sort of mechanical specialist to create.

[Although that does, admittedly, sound pretty interesting. Hold on, let him visualize this for a moment...

...wow, that would be legitimately awesome.

Anyway!]

No, what I'm talking about is large machinery designed to be used for large jobs such as clearing large areas of obstructions or large amounts of people, unearthing massive ancient civilizations or used as weapons should the need arise.

[He builds huge mecha and destroys things with them. This isn't hard.]

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