So, how am I handling Harry? Good? Bad? Worst characterization you've ever seen?
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((OOC Note: Harry's magic plays havoc with technology just by being near it. Expect Pokegears and similar devices to rapidly become inoperable and/or explode.))
[All across Johto, people were being returned to their natural states and abilities. Harry was no exception. His Pokegear had turned into a sparking, smoking paperweight when he tried to use it, and there may have been a minor fire in the Pokemon Center room he had been sleeping in caused by an overexcited Smoochum and a wizard with access to his magic for the first time in months. Neither of them were commenting on anything.]
[But that didn't particularly matter. Sure it was awesome and now he could seriously get down to figuring out what Johto was all about, but there were more pressing issues to deal with first. His car was back.]
I called it the Blue Beetle.
Smoo?
[Returned from the dead, a battered-looking Volkswagen Beetle sat in the streets of Goldenrod. There were a few sections of the car that were, in fact, still a light blue. The rest were a mish-mash of scavenged pieces of all kinds of colors, including a primer-grey hood with '53' graffiti'd onto it by someone who'd seen too many Disney movies. Harry was moving around the car, inspecting it in gleeful disbelief. His Pokemon sat on top of it, looking unimpressed.]
No, you don't understand, Lara. This car carried me through SO MUCH. Nothing short of complete destruction stopped it for long.
Smoo chu.
Pi?
Chu.
It was like the Frankencar. Or the unstoppable Volk. The Silver to my Lone Ranger, Lara. And no, don't ask me what that means. Explaining things ruins it.
[Harry ducks his head into the driver side of the car, and turns the key in the ignition. The engine grinds, turns over for a moment, and then sputters to life.]
Ha! Yes! Hail the mighty Beetle, baby!
Smoo chu?
Say it. 'Hail the mighty Beetle.'
....Smoo chu-smu.
Close enough.
[All across Johto, people were being returned to their natural states and abilities. Harry was no exception. His Pokegear had turned into a sparking, smoking paperweight when he tried to use it, and there may have been a minor fire in the Pokemon Center room he had been sleeping in caused by an overexcited Smoochum and a wizard with access to his magic for the first time in months. Neither of them were commenting on anything.]
[But that didn't particularly matter. Sure it was awesome and now he could seriously get down to figuring out what Johto was all about, but there were more pressing issues to deal with first. His car was back.]
I called it the Blue Beetle.
Smoo?
[Returned from the dead, a battered-looking Volkswagen Beetle sat in the streets of Goldenrod. There were a few sections of the car that were, in fact, still a light blue. The rest were a mish-mash of scavenged pieces of all kinds of colors, including a primer-grey hood with '53' graffiti'd onto it by someone who'd seen too many Disney movies. Harry was moving around the car, inspecting it in gleeful disbelief. His Pokemon sat on top of it, looking unimpressed.]
No, you don't understand, Lara. This car carried me through SO MUCH. Nothing short of complete destruction stopped it for long.
Smoo chu.
Pi?
Chu.
It was like the Frankencar. Or the unstoppable Volk. The Silver to my Lone Ranger, Lara. And no, don't ask me what that means. Explaining things ruins it.
[Harry ducks his head into the driver side of the car, and turns the key in the ignition. The engine grinds, turns over for a moment, and then sputters to life.]
Ha! Yes! Hail the mighty Beetle, baby!
Smoo chu?
Say it. 'Hail the mighty Beetle.'
....Smoo chu-smu.
Close enough.
[The feed clicks on with Harry in the Goldenrod Pokemon Center. He's obviously got the Gear propped up on something, as he sits back in a waiting-room chair to reveal a tiny Cyndaquil sleeping in his arms. He's silent for a moment, looking a bit uncomfortable.]
So... I woke up this morning and this little girl was hatching.
[A glance down at the sleeping Pokemon, almost like he's worried about breaking her.]
Do, ah, do baby Pokemon need any kind of special care? I mean like a liquid diet or anything?
Smoo-chu! Chum!
[A small hand waves over one side of the screen, revealing that Harry has his Smoochum playing cameraman today. Harry himself just glances up, looking sort of annoyed for a second.]
Thanks Lara, that's a HUGE help.
So... I woke up this morning and this little girl was hatching.
[A glance down at the sleeping Pokemon, almost like he's worried about breaking her.]
Do, ah, do baby Pokemon need any kind of special care? I mean like a liquid diet or anything?
Smoo-chu! Chum!
[A small hand waves over one side of the screen, revealing that Harry has his Smoochum playing cameraman today. Harry himself just glances up, looking sort of annoyed for a second.]
Thanks Lara, that's a HUGE help.
[The video opens on the interior of Sprout Tower. Lara the Smoochum is padding around the bare wooden floor staring up at something offscreen. After a moment, a Hoppip slowly drifts downwards into view.]
Smoo!
[Lara takes a jump and bops the underside of the Hoppip, sending it floating back off the top of the screen.]
Piiiiii~
Chum!
[This repeats a few times, Lara playing beachball with the Hoppip. The camera turns around to show Harry sitting against a wall, a grey and orange egg tucked into his black leather duster.]
I can't tell if they're both having fun, or if Campbell's just to oblivious to care.
Smoo!
[Lara takes a jump and bops the underside of the Hoppip, sending it floating back off the top of the screen.]
Piiiiii~
Chum!
[This repeats a few times, Lara playing beachball with the Hoppip. The camera turns around to show Harry sitting against a wall, a grey and orange egg tucked into his black leather duster.]
I can't tell if they're both having fun, or if Campbell's just to oblivious to care.
- Current Location:Violet City
Three days wandering in the wilderness and I'm back to civilization.
[Harry's set up somewhere at the outskirts of Cherrygrove, right at the edge of Route 29. Lara can be seen in the background, rummaging through her trainer's backpack, occasionally tossing things out past her wiggling legs.]
Relatively, anyway. This road was pretty tame for supposedly rugged wilderness. And this city looks like it could probably fit into a couple blocks of Chicago. Without making room first. Maybe into ONE if they demolished what was already there.
Hoppi?
SMOO!
[Behind Harry, a curious-looking Hoppip floats over to Lara. The startled Smoochum ungracefully pops out of the bag, scattering a few of the items within as she spins to face the newcomer.]
[Harry, focused on the Gear, remains oblivious.]
I stuck around -New Bark Town, was it?- for a couple days before I left. Tried talking to some of the people. They didn't seem quite human. Only spoke a few sentences, didn't seem quite in touch with reality emotionally, that sort of thing. And that woman that-
[He breaks off for a moment, obviously not wanting to talk too much about 'Mom'.]
The woman who's probably seen too many of those 'Lifetime' movies.
Pi-pi?
[Lara stares down the inquisitive Hoppip for a moment, looking defensive. She abruptly jumps up, planting a solid Pound attack square in the grass Pokemon's face.]
CHU!
PI-I-IP-
Anyway, I've been thinking about it, and there seems to be two possible explanations. One is that these are actual people who've been put under a serious mind-whammy. Don't think that's it, though. Something this serious wouldn't leave them nearly as coherent as they are, not for long. Second is that they're constructs of some kind. Like... robots, I guess. Artificial recreations of humans, but whatever's controlling them can't get the more subtle stuff like conversation quite right.
[Lara is back to picking through the bag, wiggling back out and producing a Pokeball. She stands over the stunned Hoppip for a moment, ball held aloft, looking like a gladiator waiting for a signal from the emperor before delivering the final blow. ]
Smoo-CHU.
[She throws the Pokeball down at the Hoppip with more force than is strictly necessary, producing the familiar pop and whoosh of dematerialization. The ball lands on the ground with a soft click, wiggling a bit in the Hoppip's feeble struggles from within.]
So anyone else noticed anything? Seen any evidence that these people actually, you know, have to do biological stuff?
[The Pokeball lets out a 'ding' to mark a successful capture, falling still. The noise is apparently enough to catch Harry's attention, as he finally turns away from the Gear for a moment.]
Lara, quit playing around with that stuff, that bag's like a black hole.
Smoo-chu~
Fine, but if you get lost in there don't expect a search party.
[Harry's set up somewhere at the outskirts of Cherrygrove, right at the edge of Route 29. Lara can be seen in the background, rummaging through her trainer's backpack, occasionally tossing things out past her wiggling legs.]
Relatively, anyway. This road was pretty tame for supposedly rugged wilderness. And this city looks like it could probably fit into a couple blocks of Chicago. Without making room first. Maybe into ONE if they demolished what was already there.
Hoppi?
SMOO!
[Behind Harry, a curious-looking Hoppip floats over to Lara. The startled Smoochum ungracefully pops out of the bag, scattering a few of the items within as she spins to face the newcomer.]
[Harry, focused on the Gear, remains oblivious.]
I stuck around -New Bark Town, was it?- for a couple days before I left. Tried talking to some of the people. They didn't seem quite human. Only spoke a few sentences, didn't seem quite in touch with reality emotionally, that sort of thing. And that woman that-
[He breaks off for a moment, obviously not wanting to talk too much about 'Mom'.]
The woman who's probably seen too many of those 'Lifetime' movies.
Pi-pi?
[Lara stares down the inquisitive Hoppip for a moment, looking defensive. She abruptly jumps up, planting a solid Pound attack square in the grass Pokemon's face.]
CHU!
PI-I-IP-
Anyway, I've been thinking about it, and there seems to be two possible explanations. One is that these are actual people who've been put under a serious mind-whammy. Don't think that's it, though. Something this serious wouldn't leave them nearly as coherent as they are, not for long. Second is that they're constructs of some kind. Like... robots, I guess. Artificial recreations of humans, but whatever's controlling them can't get the more subtle stuff like conversation quite right.
[Lara is back to picking through the bag, wiggling back out and producing a Pokeball. She stands over the stunned Hoppip for a moment, ball held aloft, looking like a gladiator waiting for a signal from the emperor before delivering the final blow. ]
Smoo-CHU.
[She throws the Pokeball down at the Hoppip with more force than is strictly necessary, producing the familiar pop and whoosh of dematerialization. The ball lands on the ground with a soft click, wiggling a bit in the Hoppip's feeble struggles from within.]
So anyone else noticed anything? Seen any evidence that these people actually, you know, have to do biological stuff?
[The Pokeball lets out a 'ding' to mark a successful capture, falling still. The noise is apparently enough to catch Harry's attention, as he finally turns away from the Gear for a moment.]
Lara, quit playing around with that stuff, that bag's like a black hole.
Smoo-chu~
Fine, but if you get lost in there don't expect a search party.
- Current Location:Cherrygrove City/Route 29
No, no, no, no, no, NO!
[Hello Johto, your friendly neighborhood wizard has decided to drop back in. Or rather has come back entirely against his will, which probably goes a long way towards explaining exactly why he’s so mad right now. Angry enough that he seems entirely oblivious to the Smoochum clinging to the top of his head and licking his hair happily.]
Dammit, I said I was ready! I was- you send me HERE? You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Uriel! You hear me? SICK! That woman who said- …that is NOT FUNNY.
[He lets out a frustrated snort, lacking someone he can properly blame.]
…Dammit. So apparently I’m back. A few minutes ago I didn’t remember that there was even a HERE to get back to, but I’m back. Probably not from outer space, unless the cosmology of the afterlife is worryingly Lovecraftian. And hell’s bells, now that song’s stuck in my head. Lemme just say that the timing on all this? NOT helping the paranoia that this is some kind of hell.
Smoo-chu!
Oh, and Lara’s still here.
[Harry hooks a thumb at the Smoochum acting as an impromptu hat. She grins happily, waving at the camera.]
Guess if this is all a massive hallucination, at least my psychoses are consistent. Me and Dorothy Gale.
[Hello Johto, your friendly neighborhood wizard has decided to drop back in. Or rather has come back entirely against his will, which probably goes a long way towards explaining exactly why he’s so mad right now. Angry enough that he seems entirely oblivious to the Smoochum clinging to the top of his head and licking his hair happily.]
Dammit, I said I was ready! I was- you send me HERE? You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Uriel! You hear me? SICK! That woman who said- …that is NOT FUNNY.
[He lets out a frustrated snort, lacking someone he can properly blame.]
…Dammit. So apparently I’m back. A few minutes ago I didn’t remember that there was even a HERE to get back to, but I’m back. Probably not from outer space, unless the cosmology of the afterlife is worryingly Lovecraftian. And hell’s bells, now that song’s stuck in my head. Lemme just say that the timing on all this? NOT helping the paranoia that this is some kind of hell.
Smoo-chu!
Oh, and Lara’s still here.
[Harry hooks a thumb at the Smoochum acting as an impromptu hat. She grins happily, waving at the camera.]
Guess if this is all a massive hallucination, at least my psychoses are consistent. Me and Dorothy Gale.
- Current Location:New Bark Town
[Have some accidental video, Johto. The video is a bit staticy, but it's still clear enough to make out a burned, crumbling ceiling; sunlight lancing down through the gaps in bright shafts. About half of Harry's face is visible, and he seems to be trying to do something with the gear. The video occasionally winks out for an instant, each time preceded by the sound of a button on Harry's gear being pressed.]
[For some reason, the sound is continuous, if a bit distorted by static.]
-'s try not to be here too long, I don't have a lot of luck with buildings like this.
Smoo.
Though at least I can say without irony- "Sweet Kiss"? That's just wrong. -that it was like that when we got here.
Chu!
No, there's just sort of history with me and- look, it's a long story.
Smoo-chu~
Oh come on, it was hardly ever actually MY fau-
RATTATA!
SMOO!
HELL'S BE-
[The feed cuts out abruptly.]
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[When the feed clicks back on, it shows Harry sitting with his back to a wall, looking thoroughly beat up and dusty. Lara is flopped contentedly across his head, looking exhausted, and a slightly-tattered Rattata is looking curiously up into the Gear from Harry's lap. As Harry reaches up to absentmindedly scratch its head, the large, ugly scrape across the back of his hand can be easily seen.]
So, this thing basically tries to kill me. Lara beats it up, and I stuff it into a little airtight ball... and now we're friends or something.
Ratt-a.
I think it bears repeating at this point... this place is WEIRD.
[Another absentminded scratch behind the Rattata's ears.]
I think I'm gonna call her Frisby.
Ta-tta.
[For some reason, the sound is continuous, if a bit distorted by static.]
-'s try not to be here too long, I don't have a lot of luck with buildings like this.
Smoo.
Though at least I can say without irony- "Sweet Kiss"? That's just wrong. -that it was like that when we got here.
Chu!
No, there's just sort of history with me and- look, it's a long story.
Smoo-chu~
Oh come on, it was hardly ever actually MY fau-
RATTATA!
SMOO!
HELL'S BE-
[The feed cuts out abruptly.]
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[When the feed clicks back on, it shows Harry sitting with his back to a wall, looking thoroughly beat up and dusty. Lara is flopped contentedly across his head, looking exhausted, and a slightly-tattered Rattata is looking curiously up into the Gear from Harry's lap. As Harry reaches up to absentmindedly scratch its head, the large, ugly scrape across the back of his hand can be easily seen.]
So, this thing basically tries to kill me. Lara beats it up, and I stuff it into a little airtight ball... and now we're friends or something.
Ratt-a.
I think it bears repeating at this point... this place is WEIRD.
[Another absentminded scratch behind the Rattata's ears.]
I think I'm gonna call her Frisby.
Ta-tta.
- Current Location:Ecruteak City; Burned Tower
So... I've been trying to catch any of these Shedinja things that've passed by, like the old guy said.
[Behind Harry, Lara the Smoochum floats past, clinging to a visibly-distressed Shedinja and happily wailing away with Pound. The attacks are doing precisely nothing, but she seems to be enjoying herself nonetheless. Perhaps a bit too much. Anyone that understands Pokéspeech can hear snatches of commentary from her more suited to professional wrestling than anything else.]
There've been three or four of them I've found, and-
[He notices Lara in the background, and looks annoyed.]
-sigh- Just watch this. Lara!
[The camera shifts and focuses on the oddly one-sided fight.]
Quit fooling around with that thing!
SMOO-CHUM!
[Acting like she's making an attack produced by twenty minutes of hoarse yelling and looking constipated, Lara delivers a Lick attack to the Shedinja. The ghostly bug shudders for a moment, then faints, hitting the ground and vanishing before the gear's camera can catch up. Lara dusts herself off, looking incredibly smug.]
Yeah. Somehow I don't think that's helping.
Smoo-chu.
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[Behind Harry, Lara the Smoochum floats past, clinging to a visibly-distressed Shedinja and happily wailing away with Pound. The attacks are doing precisely nothing, but she seems to be enjoying herself nonetheless. Perhaps a bit too much. Anyone that understands Pokéspeech can hear snatches of commentary from her more suited to professional wrestling than anything else.]
There've been three or four of them I've found, and-
[He notices Lara in the background, and looks annoyed.]
-sigh- Just watch this. Lara!
[The camera shifts and focuses on the oddly one-sided fight.]
Quit fooling around with that thing!
SMOO-CHUM!
[Acting like she's making an attack produced by twenty minutes of hoarse yelling and looking constipated, Lara delivers a Lick attack to the Shedinja. The ghostly bug shudders for a moment, then faints, hitting the ground and vanishing before the gear's camera can catch up. Lara dusts herself off, looking incredibly smug.]
Yeah. Somehow I don't think that's helping.
Smoo-chu.
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- Current Location:MooMoo Farm
[The video feed opens with a grouchy-looking Harry somewhere outside, in the shade. He looks slightly scratched up and dirty, with a few dark feathers sticking out of his hair.]
I feel like Tippi freaking Hedren here. Anyone else been having trouble with these crow things?
Smoo, smoo-chu smoo.
They didn't seem like they were attacking, anymore'n the other wild stuff around here, but SOMEONE had to try proving how tough she was by attacking an entire flock. Not that I'm naming names, LARA.
Smoo~
[Harry picks a Murkrow feather out of his hair, flicking it away and off-camera with just a bit more force than is strictly necessary. He is not the outdoorsy type, Alfred Hitchcock shenanigans notwithstanding.]
Anyway, these things seem sort of out of place here.
...More than everything else, I mean. Any ideas on where they're coming from?
I feel like Tippi freaking Hedren here. Anyone else been having trouble with these crow things?
Smoo, smoo-chu smoo.
They didn't seem like they were attacking, anymore'n the other wild stuff around here, but SOMEONE had to try proving how tough she was by attacking an entire flock. Not that I'm naming names, LARA.
Smoo~
[Harry picks a Murkrow feather out of his hair, flicking it away and off-camera with just a bit more force than is strictly necessary. He is not the outdoorsy type, Alfred Hitchcock shenanigans notwithstanding.]
Anyway, these things seem sort of out of place here.
...More than everything else, I mean. Any ideas on where they're coming from?
- Current Location:Route 39
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