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[Cecil's hair part of the image, once it appears. It seems to fall on it, in fact. But why would he be bent over the Pokégear?]
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[My, what is this? A sleeping bag is spread out near a few tall rocks, with a campfire to its left. Multiple articles of clothing are strewn around, along with a few random objects. Why, it looks like a makeshift camp deep within a cave!

...Actually, it looks more like a curious Sandshrew poking at the Pokégear, but the camp is there in the background. And said Sandshrew doesn't even stay there very long, as it suddenly gets smacked in the head by a pokéball.]

...It seems something good came out of this unexpected teleportation after all.

[Yet he doesn't say it with much energy. You'd think his first capture in over a year would be a reason to celebrate.]

I have a question for those who were previously familiar with Kanto. From Mt. Moon, should I aim for Pewter or for Cerulean? I'd rather not find myself spending a week outside during a snowstorm.

[Even though he did that deliberately last year. Hypocrite.]

[There is alcohol. There are sandwiches. There are Clefairies. There is Cresselia. There is, of course, Cecil.

Has Mt. Moon ever been so inviting before?]

I knew buying those bottles was a good idea.

[Hell no it hasn't.]

[Today, in the foreground, one Cecil Harvey can be seen! Along with, in the background, another Cecil- Wait, what?]

Has anyone else tried to stump the girl? I thought my armor would suffice, but she rose to the challenge admirably.

[Cecil? laughs from where she? sits near Rosie, but does not turn towards the Gear. Cecil? smiles in response, though he? seems slightly embarrassed.]

I should have known better than to bet against a mimic, truly.

[The feed opens on a piece of paper covered with... an oval and a square drawn with blue glitter?]

I believe that's long enough, Rosie.

[A hand that must be Rosie's takes away her latest masterwork, leaving Cecil in its place. Cecil, and a small pile of eggs set on pillows.]

It seems my Pokémon team have been enjoying themselves these last few days. Would anyone be willing to adopt the results? P1500 per egg, and for P100 I'll add one of my handmade pillows. You can also simply buy one of those, if you wish. I have plenty to sell.

[Enough so that no one will need to take the ones with bloodstains, even.]

I'm currently in Goldenrod, but I can deliver anywhere. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask.

[And cut!]


((ooc: There are a few eggs left! First come first served!))

[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.

[Today's backdrop is the Goldenrod Pokémon Center's kitchen. The cameramon would be Noelle the Blissey, considering the soft Bliss, bliss that can be heard. And the foreground?

An omelet. One large enough to feed a whole castle, with cheese and mushrooms and sausage bits. You could practically smell it through the screen.]

It'll not cook faster if you make a video of it, you know.

[The cook arrives, looking tired but much better than he did last time he posted. And this time he apparently doesn't mind the feed.]

How many people here come from worlds with inhabited moons? From what I've heard, we are in the minority.

[He pauses to study the color of the meal.]

If anyone is hungry, come to the Pokémon Center. We have more than enough to share.

[Free food! Who could ask for more?]

[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.]

[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.]

[This afternoon, the sky above Cherrygrove welcomes an uncommon visitor. One that has not been in the vicinity for months, and who certainly never had the time to fly over the city before.

Quite frankly, even the change of perspective is not enough to make Cecil appreciate the view.

But he's not here for leisure or for the scenery. He's looking for Suzuki, which would be why Kayne the Dragonite tends to dip whenever they see a dark-haired trainer.

Or, well, any trainer. Cecil does like to speak to bright-eyed newcomers, after all.]