quickattackjack: (i could die laughing)
[The video opens with...a blurry screen. It looks like somebody has fogged up the 'Gear's lens or spritzed it with water. THEN ALL GOES BLACK and lots of annoying creaky plastic sounds assault your ears. When the picture clears, all is revealed!

It's day time. People are playing in the snow and laughing on the other side of the Violet cafe windows. BUT ALL IS NOT WELL IN THIS WINTER WONDERLAND.

Have a very...unhappy looking Jack squinting at you. His nose has gone red, his eyes are puffy, and his hair looks like he's been attacked by a rabid pikachu. He is wearing no less than three sweaters and they are all fugly. The Pumpkin King has caught his very first cold. D'awww. ]



Hhhkhhg--I'll give-- I'll give anyone who brings me some cold medicine one of my potions. Or lunch. And my undying appreciation. I'll name my next Pokemon after you this is dreadful!

O-oh before I fhhggorget! Minni Mouse! I have your Christmas gift!


There was something else but I forgo'd what I was talking about--

[The screen is suddenly covered by an explosive sneeze. Classy.]
quickattackjack: (i could die laughing)
[Something's up with Jack...


The past few days, the tall thin man just hasn't seemed quite right. Excitable and antsy, not quite snappish but not his usual cheerful self, he stares into the distance often and seems distracted in his 'Gear conversations. He knows it's coming. He knows it's coming and all he can think about is home.

He's been pacing, head down, hands at his back, in front of Sprout Tower so long he's worn a groove in the dirt. Edgar the Murkrow flutters after him, concerned. She doesn't like him being so closed to the accursed building.]
quickattackjack: (crafty old man)
[Boop!  Today, Jack's feed focuses on a much more alert and determined face than his last video. His pokemon are healed, his spirits are high, and he is ready to prove to everyone that he is totally not zubatshit insane! Behind him looms the Sprout Tower, silhouetted by the sinking sun.]

Good mor--er afternoon! I have finally made it to the tower! It reminds me of home so much. The ghosts inside are going to point me the way home, but if I find a way back, I'll definitely visit! You have all been such wonderful company and great help! Edgar, are you ready?

[The Murkrow pops into the frame with her GAME FACE on. She has no idea what Jack's babbling about but she's seen some ratatta rustling around the grass at the tower's base and she's ready to go kick some purple rodent ass. "KROW!"]

Everyone take care!


[Oh, he'll be back....]
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!]

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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.]





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[The feed opens on the path winding through town. Jack is sitting under a tree near the entrance with his Poke'Gear pointed at it. Edgar occasionally hops into view, pecking at the ground. It's afternoon.]



Hello! Before Edgar and I head off in search of the tower with the ghosts, I thought we would stay around here a few days. Would anyone in the area want  to meet and swap stories? We're in Cherrygrove!

[He tilts the 'Gear up to point at the sign.]