Forgive my weakness and forgive my sins

...eat no good for... ...ken, I can...

[The sound is terrible, words and static jumbled together between patches of silence. The image is not much better, with Cecil's shape being barely discernable at best. Something must have happened to that pokégear, but what?]

Cinn... ...types everywhere, but...

[The shape that is probably Cecil moves suddenly, as if it's turning around-]

...urf! Dragon...

[At that moment, the feed is cut.]


((ooc: Cecil is lost, his gear is in a pretty bad shape, and he's finding out that visiting Cinnabar Volcano with his weaker Pokémon was not a very good idea. Replies will come several hours later and discussions will be kept short IC.))

Rosa, Rydia. Edward is...

Edward is...

[He cannot finish that sentence, but those last few words are rather obvious.]

...Why can Johto not give without taking, for once?

[And that is all Cecil has to say.]

[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.]