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1 - Video/Action in New Bark Town
I wasn’t much expecting this development.
[It’s a slight understatement, but for now the pokégear is too interesting to say anything more. She turns the device in her hands, revealing New Bark Town behind her, her knees in the grass and a black and white creature staring at the device as intently as she is, before finally showing her face. She’s eyeing the touchscreen of the pokégear rather than the camera, giving the distinct impression that the fact that she’s started to send a message out is the only thing keeping her from pressing all of the buttons to see what those ones do.
The girl’s pale. Very pale, actually, and little on the scruffy side, there’s not always enough water to spare in the Bastion for baths or washing clothes. Her skin almost looks gray and an onlooker could be forgiven for thinking that she was very unwell as a result, but her eyes are wide with curiosity and her face practically glowing underneath the dirt with amazement. Her expression changes after a moment, as it dawns on her that people can see her, to one of unease. After a little more staring at the touchscreen, one hand hovering above the pokégear, the communication abruptly switches to voice only. Her voice suddenly becomes more cheerful when it does, filled with the kind of pride that comes from victory over an inanimate object.]
I’m looking for a man called Rucks. Caelondian. Old. Likes the sound of his own voice. [As for her own voice? It seems to be something she's struggling a little with if the way she's sticking to very short and one-word sentences is any indication. She doesn't seem unhappy at all but she certainly sounds a little overwhelmed. She pauses, takes a very deep breath, and continues when she feels ready to tackle the daunting task that is speaking in full sentences.] He walks with a stick an' wears Micia’s star.
And I’ve lost my harp guitar. If anyone’s seen it, it’s very important to me. I’d appreciate its return.
[If it bothers her much that she’s suddenly in a new place full of monsters, she’s not showing it. If she can just find Rucks then he’ll know what to do, after all. Not much sense in panicking, not when she’s all but certain that there’s nothing she can do. There’s a long pause, in which she starts singing along to the music cheerfully, before she finally finds the button to end the communication.]
[It’s a slight understatement, but for now the pokégear is too interesting to say anything more. She turns the device in her hands, revealing New Bark Town behind her, her knees in the grass and a black and white creature staring at the device as intently as she is, before finally showing her face. She’s eyeing the touchscreen of the pokégear rather than the camera, giving the distinct impression that the fact that she’s started to send a message out is the only thing keeping her from pressing all of the buttons to see what those ones do.
The girl’s pale. Very pale, actually, and little on the scruffy side, there’s not always enough water to spare in the Bastion for baths or washing clothes. Her skin almost looks gray and an onlooker could be forgiven for thinking that she was very unwell as a result, but her eyes are wide with curiosity and her face practically glowing underneath the dirt with amazement. Her expression changes after a moment, as it dawns on her that people can see her, to one of unease. After a little more staring at the touchscreen, one hand hovering above the pokégear, the communication abruptly switches to voice only. Her voice suddenly becomes more cheerful when it does, filled with the kind of pride that comes from victory over an inanimate object.]
I’m looking for a man called Rucks. Caelondian. Old. Likes the sound of his own voice. [As for her own voice? It seems to be something she's struggling a little with if the way she's sticking to very short and one-word sentences is any indication. She doesn't seem unhappy at all but she certainly sounds a little overwhelmed. She pauses, takes a very deep breath, and continues when she feels ready to tackle the daunting task that is speaking in full sentences.] He walks with a stick an' wears Micia’s star.
And I’ve lost my harp guitar. If anyone’s seen it, it’s very important to me. I’d appreciate its return.
[If it bothers her much that she’s suddenly in a new place full of monsters, she’s not showing it. If she can just find Rucks then he’ll know what to do, after all. Not much sense in panicking, not when she’s all but certain that there’s nothing she can do. There’s a long pause, in which she starts singing along to the music cheerfully, before she finally finds the button to end the communication.]
[That's okay, though he'll be sticking with video, himself.]
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...once I find my harp. It doesn't seem to be here anywhere. I know that I had it before I was here-
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Really? I'll have another look around for it, but if I can't find it I'll remember that.
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The name's Kurow, by the way!