paladinlost: (blow)
To be in accordance with this world's natural laws, a whole half of my heredity should have been removed from my body. The half I inherited from my Lunarian father, to be exact. As there are only two half-Lunarians in the world, I cannot know exactly how it sets me apart from pure humans, but there is no doubt that there must have been something for this land to take away from me.

[Cecil doesn't know why he feels the need to talk about this now. His words come hesitantly, like he doesn't quite know if he wants to keep going.]

...Yet I feel no different, barring the usual loss of magic that even full humans go through. I look the same. I act the same. My skin still does not tan, no matter how much time I spend on the beach. The manner in which I age remains constant even after five years spent in this world. It's as if the absence — or presence, for that matter — of my Lunarian blood is completely meaningless, as far as my life is concerned.

[He stops for a moment, and then here it comes. The true, uncertain confession.]

I... don't know what to think of that. At all.
paladinlost: (soft)
[Tap tap tap, goes a hand against a wooden surface. A counter, probably, since all the video shows is the ceiling of Celadon's best bar.]

On the one hand, Rosa is not here to dine with me tonight and I've won no badge today. On the other hand, I'm not still suffering from painful burns all over my limbs. All in all, I'd consider this third anniversary acceptable.

[The tapping is almost a song by now, one that could be familiar to him but to no one else.]

But I never was one to be content with a merely acceptable situation. Thus, let's improve it together. Reply to me on the network, and I'll offer you the most sincere compliment I can think of; come see me in person, and I'll pay all your drinks tonight. That sounds fair enough to me.

[It also sounds better than drinking the night away by himself, which is the important part.]

paladinlost: (soft)
A mysterious egg the first year. An object from home the second. An egg, once again, the third.

[Said egg, that of a Castform, is pretty much all that can be seen on the screen, along with Cecil's hands carefully examining it.]

Could that be the start of a pattern, somehow? It makes me wonder what our mysterious gift-giver is thinking.

[His hands still for a few seconds.]

Last time was a Feebas. I hope this surprise will be just as nice.
paladinlost: (confused)
[Johto, Kanto, today a sad Butterfree is now staring at you from somewhere inside Goldenrod's Pokémon Center. Enjoy.]

This is Esuna, my Butterfree. She's a Bug- and Flying-type, and she cannot use the Hidden Machine Fly.

[The sad Butterfree is replaced with the back of a Volcarona, who is currently busy looking out the window.]

This is Ceo, my Volcarona. He's a Bug- and Fire-type, and unlike Esuna he has successfully learned Fly. In fact, he can even bear for my weight for a few moments.

[Only a few, but that's still pretty impressive for a bug.]

...Sometimes I wonder who created those TMs and HMs, and what was their logic when choosing Pokémon compatibilities. You'd think the Flying-type would be more likely to get that particular attack, even if they both have wings.

[Except not, because that would be logical and sensible.]
paladinlost: (calm)
I've recently been thinking of acquiring another Fighting-type or two. Are any species particularly worth looking into?

[Cecil probably didn't pay much attention when centering the camera, because his bandaged hands sewing a shirt back together are taking up most of the screen.]

I'd also like to hear about monkey species. Or beautiful Pokémon. I've no intention of catching them immediately, so their natural habitat matters little at the moment.

[His hands still for a few seconds.]

Do people enjoy learning that their friends named Pokémon after them? It's... perhaps too late for me to ask that question, but I'd rather not upset anyone.
paladinlost: (anonymous)
[But it's a rather poor video, as there are fingers blocking the camera. It's very deliberate.]

Has anyone heard the locals mention dead Pokémon, beyond the Ecruteak legend? ...What about those of you who knew about Kanto previously? Were you aware of any burial or holy grounds?

[His stay in Lavender Town is shaping up to be very unsettling and very shortened.]
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: (soft)

[The sky is blue, and Mist is flying, and Cecil is filming. He's silent for a few minutes, long enough for people to start to wonder if the Pokégear was turned on by accident..]

...Rosa. Kain. Bartz. Do you wish to see dragons?

[He doesn't sound like he's talking about the Altaria dancing amongst the clouds. And he's not.]

If anyone else wishes to travel to Blackthorn, you are more than welcome. Many must be ready to obtain the badge, by now.

[With that said, he continues to silently film Mist, until he finally tires of it and turns the Gear off.]


paladinlost: (flowy)

[Most people, when visiting Olivine, go right for the Gym or right for the beach. After all, the city is an important step for all trainers, and the sun is shining beautifully upon the sea. Most people would wish to enjoy it.

But Cecil is not most people at the moment, which is why he can be found walking around Olivine's more residential neighborhoods, Clefable and Heracross in tow. He probably even looks pretty suspicious, considering he's staring at every single house for a few seconds before moving on.

...It's rather hard to help with construction work when you don't even know where your friend's house is, you see.]


paladinlost: (pretty)
[The room is dark, as befitting the middle of the night. The soft sounds of sleeping Pokémon can be heard, undisturbed. A shadow that appears to be an Eevee can be seen sleeping on a pillow at the head of the bed. Cecil is in the middle of it, sitting up, his skin so pale it almost glows. The sheets around him are rumpled, twisted by an uneasy sleep. He looks tired, but does not sleep.]

I dreamed. I dreamed of them. I miss them all, I think. Even those who are waiting for me. Even those who came here but left. Even those we've forgotten. I hope they do not think badly of us because of it. I'll try to remember their names, next time.

[He sounds lost, somehow. Perhaps lost within a dream. Perhaps lost within a memory. But he soon shakes his head.]

So many opportunities, yet I've never asked. About any of it, Conflict and home both. Well, he never volunteered the information either. All that talk of foolishness and crystals and plans, but he never bothered...

[He interrupts himself.]

I apologize. I appear to be overly sentimental tonight. The exact date matters little in the end. I should simply choose one and be done with it, after all these years.

[He reaches out and closes the Pokégear.

Not that he'll sleep for the rest of the night.]
paladinlost: (somber)
[The feed shows a Cleffa, a Shuppet and a Metapod watching the thuderstorm from the safety of the Pokémon Center. Their trainer is nowhere to be seen. Until he speaks.]

Has anyone... read stories about people they've met here? People that are from different worlds, I mean.

[The Pokégear is picked up, and brought closer to the window.]

Or- Or maybe you started talking with someone, and you realized that your worlds had many details in common, too many for it to be a coincidence.

[The video is finally turned toward Cecil, who looks deeply thoughtful but somewhat hesitant. He opens his mouth but stops, before he finally decides to speak.]

I think... Maybe our worlds are all connected, somehow. Maybe there is a specific reason we were all... Forget this. I'm overthinking things.

[He ends the feed.]

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