paladinlost: (dotdotdot)
[Like much of Johto and Kanto, Cecil's backyard has been invaded by a group of angry fossils. Two of them, in fact; a swarm of Cradilies and a band of Omastars have apparently started a war over that tiny piece of land, neither side willing to back down and move elsewhere. Add to that Cecil's team, protecting their home, along with the local Grimers trying to reclaim one of their favorite pond, and you get a very interesting image.

...Or at least you would, if Cecil wasn't busy filming the Lileep and Omanyte pair blissfully snuggling on his roof instead.]

I know we are to defeat or capture as many fossils as we can, but is stopping them all truly necessary? While they are obviously rebelling against their families, those two look harmless at least, and I've no doubt others-

[He has no doubt others are more than willing to use hastily snatched Grimers as ammo against innocent people's faces. Because that's what one of the Cradilies just did. And the damn Grimer doesn't even have the decency to not drip all over the Gear, either.]

...On second thought, we should burn them all.

[Which is exactly what he's about to do.]
paladinlost: (heartbroken)
[Cecil looks extremely subdued today, even though he's holding a known pervert of a Ditto in his arms. ...No, perhaps because he's holding it.]

Bartz Klauser has returned to his world. If you find any of his Pokémon, please take good care of them and treat them as you would your own.

[This seems to be all he has to offer today... until, for an instant, something dark flashes in his eyes, and the Gear goes flying. The last thing that can be heard before it turns off is the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood.]
paladinlost: (blow)
[A pale hand is slowly rolling a few Pokéballs on a desk, as its owner speaks softly.]

One received as a starter, oh so long ago.

[Sweet little Rosie, who had taught him the basics of this world when he was not in a state to learn by himself.]

Two caught with my own hands, within my first month here.

[To have revenge and to keep the peace, and perhaps out of curiosity and wonder.]

One received as a gift, to remind each other of our fondness.

[But Aerith was gone, now, and he'd never found out where her Marill went.]

Eight eggs, bought and traded and raised from birth.

[All of them grown, now, with nearly nothing left to learn from him.]

...Nine who found me when their trainers were lost, and who might have seen them come and go since then.

[Yet so many of his friends had disappeared leaving none behind, with nothing but his memories left of them.

The hand stills over one of the balls. His message is almost over.]

...Perhaps I should start catching once more, and start anew somewhere else.
paladinlost: (chained)
[Rosie looks worried, when the feed starts. She must be, if she spontaneously decided to use the Pokégear; she's not done that since the first few weeks after Cecil's arrival. Yet today she is using the Gear once more, sounding frantic as she points backwards at the bed, where a sheet-covered lump can be seen.]

Turn it off, Rosie. I've no intention to speak to people today.

[But she shakes her head and starts pointing once more, until Cecil finally crawls across his furniture to take it from her paws. He fumbles with it slightly, reaches to turn it off-]

Kain Highwind is gone.

[-with a few parting words.]
paladinlost: (angry)
[The ground near Blackthorn's south exit is scarred, marked by smoking craters of varying sizes. The earth is rumbling, disturbed by the force of a thousand great impacts over and over. The roars of powerful dragons can be heard, deafening all who are present to hear them. This could be the end of the world.

When Kayne and Mist argue, they argue hard.]

I need suggestions.

[Cecil Harvey does not sound happy. Cecil Harvey does not look happy, either.]

Middle name suggestions. Names for both males and females, preferably fitting for dragons. They must absolutely be easy to shout, especially when combined with a first and a last name. Your help would be greatly appreciated.

[In his defense, dealing with two Pokémon who settle a lover's spat with Draco Meteor would be enough to make anyone feel slightly tired.

Once the fight finally dies down, he'll be looking for Rosa. They need to talk plans.]
paladinlost: (dotdotdot)
[All Cecil had wanted was to check on the trenches one last time before going to bed. Surely that could not hurt? Thus, a few minutes before midnight, he'd gone down to the beach. But the moment he set foot on the sand, he found himself blinded by a flash of light. A flash of light that gave way to a very different beach, all of his belongings in a pile, and a purple Pokémon he found somewhat familiar.

...Well.]

If anyone in the vicinity has any alcohol to offer, I can trade homemade sandwiches for it.
paladinlost: (murderous)

[Today's view of Ecruteak's Pokémon Center appears perfectly normal: the usual music is playing, the receptionist's desk is clean, and Cecil is smiling, with his hands clasped together and his right eyebrow twitching and- erm.]

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is a Public Service Announcement.

[A strange squelching noise can be heard from behind him, apparently moving. He ignores it.]

A Tentacruel answering to 'Lester' was found in the Ecruteak City Pokémon Center's women's bathroom this morning, unharmed and bearing a copy of '649 Ways to Bond With Your Tentacruel', along with two pairs of female undergarments. If you have any information about Lester's owner, please contact the Ecruteak City Pokémon Center promptly. Your cooperation would be greatly appreciated.

[A tentacle slowly slides up his left arm, finally resting on his shoulder. He ignores it.]

In addition, the Ecruteak City Pokémon Center would like to apologize for the disturbance, and assures all of its clients that such incidents will not take place again in the future. Thank you for your time.

[Cecil's smile looks particularly frozen as he turns the feed off.]


paladinlost: (moe)
[The feed first shows a messy room, where a disheveled white-haired man sits at a table and writes furiously. He is surrounded by trinkets of all sorts and books on various subjects, and he does not appear to realize that someone is using his Pokégear.

The camera then turns toward the ground, where a Bayleef is delicately placing a Fire Stone. The Pokégear is placed in front of it, and a Clefairy looks at it for a few seconds before nodding at an unseen Pokémon. Said Pokémon enters the picture, looking at the Fire Stone for a few seconds before touching it. It makes him glow brightly.]

What the- Flare?

[But by the time Cecil turns around and comes closer, Flare the Growlithe is no more. Instead, Flare the Arcanine stands proudly, dwarfing the rest of the Pokémon in the room. He howls once, twice, before walking up to his trainer and licking his face gently.]

...Thank you...

[The feed times out a few minutes later.]
paladinlost: (panicked)
[Cecil is out shopping in the Department Store. Again, you might want to say. But this time he holds the Pokégear with his left hand while the rest of his body is buried by bags and boxes of all kinds, and people can see a feminine hand adding more to the pile every so often.]

I would like to thank everyone who has sent me gifts. All of your choices were extremely thoughtful, and I have no doubt I will enjoy all of them.

[The feminine hand adds another bag. He waits until it leaves.]

I would also like to apologize to every trainer who might have wanted to challenge Whitney this afternoon. I was unaware that drying her tears would involve taking over her day. On my honor, I swear I will try to convince her to return to the Gym before nightfall.

[Another box, and this one hides his face from the camera. He sighs before turning the Pokégear off.]


OOC: Final gift list )


paladinlost: (serious)
[Is that a Zephyr Badge, glinting from within Cecil's white-knuckled grip? Yes it is! But for some reason, Cecil looks extremely unhappy for a guy who just won a badge. Even his Pokémon look tired but uneasy. What could be the cause of that?]

Tidus. Cloud. If you can hear this, answer me. This isn't funny anymore.

[...Ah, yes, that would do the trick.]

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