Aren't You Scared?

[Hey there, Johto! It’s been a while since we’ve seen the old Pumpkin King. His mun is a sickly weenie forgive her. He’s holding the ‘gear up so that we get a good look at a very…surprised looking Jack.

If one looks a little longer, they may notice he’s not actually that surprised.

It’s just that both his eyebrows are missing.]

Hello! How is everyone? I have a question for anyone who keeps fire pokemon since One is my first.

[The camera is angled down to a chipper little Houndour. He’s wagging his nubby little tail and standing in a scorched circle. Edgar perches behind him on a town bench. Her tail is gone and she is not impress.]

I want him to be proud of himself but…how do I explain that catching everything on fire is not okay outside of battle? It's his new favorite game.

[Ever since the Sprout Tower Fail, the old Pumpkin King has become something of a ghost himself! (as has his player ;-; fff I suck). Slipping in and out of town only to take on the odd job or to heal his pokemon are the only times one could catch the odd gangly man. He hasn't been as bubbly or social. Though sounding distracted during 'Gear messages, he hasn't been unfriendly. Why? 

Jack has finally acquired a new goal: BECOME AN UNHOLY TERROR on the battlefield!

but that is not what this post is about.

This post is about the old man flailing around in the middle of the street because he thinks he's covered in squirming, flesh-eating, technicolor insects. That are also singing. Luckily, he's got long sleeves on so he won't be able to chew his own skin off. Hopefully. Up until now he's tossed and turned, dealing with the nightmares privately, chalking them up to stress. This is the first time a full-blown hallucination has jumped him while he's awake and it's a whopper.]


AAUUUUGGHLAFHGHGLLGGLGLFf--- SALLY!

[[ OOC NOTE: ;-; I AM SO SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR A WHILE. SHIT GOT REAL AT HOME AND SCHOOL STARTED AND POSTING GOT HARD WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH /emoskeleton. If you need to get ahold of me about anything or just to talk, you can grab me on AIM at CatfishSuicide! I am dumb and forget things. Please don't be shy! ]]


[The Poke'Gear is pointed out the Violet City Pokemon Center window. It's not shaking around and there's no dorky old guy shouting about what he's seeing. Normal Pokecenter bustle can be heard. He was waiting for his pokemon to be healed. He hasn't been battling much and they aren't quite strong enough to take on the Unknown that confronted him and his friends. Now that he was flesh and blood, Edgar going all swirly-eyed really bothered him.]

We made it to Violet. The trip to the tower may have to wait for a few days. I hope Phoenix and the others are alright.

So...ah...hello, Violet!

[He still tries to sound cheerful though! Tries.]