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!



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[The video is very shaky and blurry at first but eventually focuses on...Jack's hand. There is a thin cut stretching across his palm which bleeds freely. Behind it is the beach.]


This is the most amazing thing! Look! Look at this! I can feel the nerves firing off and-- everything! Wow! Hah!



...ow.


I cut it on this--

[He tilts the Poke'Gear down to show a bit of broken seashell in the sand by his feet. Edgar is nowhere to be seen.]