quickattackjack: (crafty old man)
[Whoever's holding the camera is doing a lot of running and jumping. The 'Gear points at a cluster of Driftloon in the sky. Jack has split off from his little traveling group momentarily to spazz out like a dork.]

GHOSTS! LOOK! THE POKE'DEX SAYS THEY'RE GHOSTS! COME BACK! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU! Edgar, go! Go!



quickattackjack: (crafty old man)
[Jack's Poke'Gear is being held aloft in true Myspace Emopic fashion, but it shows no moody teenager with their hair brushed over one eye. Instead, the old king is grinning ear to ear. His hair is ruffled, a leaf is stuck to the side of his face, and his glasses are crooked. The inside of the Pokemon Center can be seen behind him.]

Good morning! How is everyone? Look who joined us early this morning!

[He shifts a little, angling the camera so that it can see a VERY grouchy looking Hoothoot tucked under Jack's free arm. This Hoothoot fucking hates EVERYTHING.]

Isn't he great? I named him Doc. Edgar and I heard him just outside of town, and since Phoenix has invited us to go traveling with him soon, I thought it'd be best to catch him while I had the chance. He makes GREAT sounds! Doc, say hello!

[The Poke'Gear is given a venomous glare. "Hoot." Jack looks a little disappointed. That wasn't the hellscream they'd heard at three this morning!]

quickattackjack: (Default)
[The camera is pointed at a road stretching into the distance. It's also right side up. This is an improvement! It's mid-morning. Jack can be heard wheezing lightly and the Poke'Gear wobbles just a little since he's leaned over with a hand on one knee.]

Good morning! What you're looking at is a day and a half of road! According to my map, we're a day and a half away from a place called Cherrygrove. And then, maybe a week from the tower. I'd like to thank everyone who gave me such helpful information! I owe each of you. Any and all hints on the whereabouts of a graveyard are still welcome! Let's see...

[Jack points the Poke'Gear to the road ahead.]

Path-- looks good. It's been kind of a lonely walk.

[The camera flips around to reveal an upside down Jack.]


Nose-- still busted. Anyone know how long these take to heal?

[The 'Gear is turned again to focus on Edgar who his hoping along side Jack. She croaks to him.]

Edgar-- actually a girl! I'm so sorry, Edgar!


quickattackjack: (ic)
[The Poke'Gear, being held sideways, reveals the face of an older gentleman with trees behind him It's evening. There is a big white plaster over the bridge of his nose and an even bigger frown situated below it.]

Hello?

This is important! The ledges here are cursed somehow! Has anyone else noticed this? There has to be a very powerful witch behind all this.

[Jack's brows drift up at the thought of that. He adjusts his glasses.]

I would love to meet them! Strangest thing...I haven't encountered a single ghoul since arriving. Can anyone point me to a graveyard? I'm on a road called Route 29...I wouldn't suggest 46. At all. It's that way.

[Jack turns the Poke'Gear towards a mountainy road. His Murkrow, Edgar, who is also sideways, is tugging at a blade of grass next to the path.]


If you see a tree that looks like that, just turn around. Turn around and walk very very far away. It's not worth it.