[no, THIS is the last backdated one. /faiks forever. Set during the 4th wall, Saturday-ish?]

O-...kaaaay. I get that this place isn't exactly normal, but... sheesh.

[And he's looking at his hand, which has a fireball in it for just a second, then extinguishes.]

Heh. This time last year, I would've been all over this.... Now there's nobody left to show. [Yeah, he's a little bummed that all his old friends are long gone. ANYONE BUG HIM THOUGH.]

[WTF!LIGHTNING, SERAH, start new threads and just ignore this post, just set up where they're at and what they're doing and I'll get Snow involved, kay?]

[last backdated one, I swear: 5/20, 8 AM]

Ended up staying the night here in Cherrygrove. We're on our way out now tho-

Sir? Sir, might you be a... Mr. Snow Villiers?

[Snow looks to the voice, looking slightly confused but grinning regardless.]

Yep, that's me. Someone need a hero?

These just arrived for you. Here you go! ... We hope to see you again soon!

...Poke-balls? Huh....

[The feed turns off for a minute, and when it turns back on, Snow seems absolutely delighted. You can spot a very muscular grey thing in the background, barely.]

So, uh... Machamp's back. Rocky, too, and that Gyarados thing. Lucky me, I sure needed something 20 feet tall that wants me dead, and look what I've got.

Thundara's still missing, though. I... wonder if she disappeared with her aunt Kay?

But hey, Light: Now we're making double-time. I'll be there. [Wink, and the camera turns off.]

[ACTION available for any in the Cherrygrove Pokemon Center, feel free to just wander in and say hi.

He's holding two Poke-balls, and has two empty ones clipped to his waist. Machamp (yes, his starter from the first time around) is nearby, stretching and even throwing a few punches. You have no idea what six months in a poke-ball feels like. Sir Munchalot is watching Machamp, wide-eyed and chewing in an awestruck fashion on the remains of a magazine.]

[Backdated a little: 5/19, 7 PM.]

...We just hit Cherrygrove. Dunno if we're sleeping here or back on the trail, but hey, we'll figure something out.

Don't give me that look, Light, I'm gonna make it. I promise, okay?

[Action, for PASCAL or ANYONE IN THE CHERRYGROVE POKEMON CENTER FOR ANY REASON.]

[Snow's sinking down on one of the Pokemon Center couches, relaxing into it and even letting his head fall back for a second. All-in-all, he's pretty chill. He has two and a half days to hit Violet or Lightning's going to kill him, but hey, it could definitely be worse. After all, his beautiful bride-to-be is waiting for him less than a week away.

Sir Munchalot, meanwhile, is running around the Pokemon Center and peering at/fiddling with everything short enough for her to reach. The Munchlax is somehow still a ceaseless fountain of energy, despite exactly how much battling they'd done on the way. Snow and Pascal both--he's a little proud of her determination, Pascal's that is. Be careful, though: Sir Munchalot eats anything that fits in her mouth.

As for Snow, h doesn't look upset, just a little tired and a little thoughtful, so PEOPLE SHOULD COME SAY HI. He needs more buddies, anyway.]

[PRETEND THIS IS TOMORROW MORNING, OKAY. The gear clicks on. You see first the ground, then a nice view of blue sky. Then Snow's face appears, and his brows are furrowed for a second as he scrutinizes the gear, then glances around.

A grin slowly forms on his face, but it ends up being a huge one.]

Yea-ha-heaaaaah! [Translation: "YEEAAAAAH" plus laughter.]

Hey Johto, guess who's back. C'mon, guess. You've got three tries.

[He shakes his head, though, dismissing the guessing game already.]

Sis, if you can hear this, say something.

Kay, Heather, Aerith! This means you too!

...Man, I don't even know if you're still here. How long was I out?

...
...

Franziska's gonna kill me.

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[Guess who you guys haven't heard from for a while.

Well, he's got a pretty dang good reason--he's been keeping himself busy.

The PokeGear turns on as he's pulling it out of his pocket, and you hear him mumble:] Always have hated caves... [And he's lifting it to turn it on for real, but wait. It's already rolling. He only pauses for a moment at this realization, though, before a grin spreads on his face.]

Trucy? Where're you at, I've got something to show you.

Y'know, actually... [The feet shuts off. No, no explanation whatsoever.

HOWEVER, if you're in Azalea? He's standing right smack dab in the middle of town. He appears to take a deep breath, then leans forward slightly and exhales a jet of fire. Guess who's been training with the Firebreathers in Union Cave for the last, like... three weeks. Shame is, he can probably only do that once more for the day, and he's saving it for Trucy the Ace Magician. He's not nearly as good as the professionals, but it's a start.]

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[The feed clicks back on after quite a while. It's Snow, or his forehead at least. He's sitting on a couch at the Pokemon Center, leaned forward so one elbow's resting on one of his knees (that's the hand that's holding the PokeGear out). The other hand's covering half of his face, more to rest his head and close his eyes for a minute than to express facepalm-esque feelings.

Then he's looking up at the camera, though he's not really lifting his head too far.]

They're smart and all, but when it comes down to it... They're all just animals, right?

Hah, hey, check this out. Guess I've got one of those creepy fish too, Heather. Let's see what this thing can do...

[Some PokeGear noises.] Uh... Hey, Magi-something. Tackle that other Magi-thing!
[AND IT DOES. The joys of a level 19 Magikarp. The level ten opponent flops off in dismay, and all of a sudden, this wtf fish is glowing.]

Hey, bud, battle's over. You can quit that n-[HOLY RAGING EVOLUTION, BATMAN. In a near-blinding burst of light, the camera is suddenly overwhelmed by a massive angry-looking blue dragon thing.



except MUCH CLOSER. It roars once, then faces Snow, sizing him up. Snow called him Magi-something, lazy ass that he can be at times, and Gyarados remembers.

Snow, meanwhile, couldn't be grinning bigger.]

...Man, Heather's gonna shit.

[And after a few seconds.]

Hey, Franziska? Once I toss this guy a chill pill, I've got something for you. [He sounds... actually pretty genuine, but a little uncertain, like WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T LIKE IT.]

[Machamp's fiddling with the PokeDex in an attempt to find a more in-depth map of the cave ahead (yes, he's a very focused Machamp). Unable to do so, he gives up and sets it down against Snow's pack, heading off to train. Without turning it off.

And it's pointing at Snow. At least, it is part of the time. He spends maybe fifteen seconds pacing on and offscreen, looking thoughtful. You can probably hear him say:] --gotta figure this out. [Then he stops, his hands lifting palms-out and his fingers flexing slightly.] Waterga. [Nothing happens. He frowns, then lifts a hand to swing it almost as if he's throwing some sort of ball.] Firaga! [No dice. He exhales forcefully in frustration, dropping to one knee and driving a fist into the ground.] THUNDARA!

F-Flaaffy!?

[And he's glancing off to the side, to the sheep-Thundara.]

Hey, c'mon. I didn't mean you... Don't gimme that look, okay?

[Snow's lifting his hand from the ground now, shaking it to get rid of most of the dirt, the other hand reaching up to rest on the back of his head a second before extending to the now-approaching Flaaffy. She seems uncertain, which he nips at the bud by pulling her into a one-armed hug.]

You aren't in trouble. It's just... that's magic, where I'm from. You've got Thundershock, I've got Thundara. [A pause, and his head drops slightly, gaze on the dent in the dirt where his fist made impact. His voice is quieter now, but the camera can still pick it up, just a little.] I'm gonna make it work. Somehow, anyway. Just you watch.

[The camera flicks on, but the image is super blurry, like it's moving quickly. You can sort of hear Snow, and he sounds rushed, but not panicked.] Hang on, Thundara, just-- [A curse under his breath.] Just wait a second! [And the camera's facing the Mareep now, which... seems to be experiencing technical difficulties. It's glowing, and it has a very confused look on its face, much like it's got a case of electrical indigestion.]

Okay, ready! [Then the light glows brighter--Thundara's evolving!]

Kay, you'd better be watching this. She held off as long as she could to make sure you were here when it- [And the glow fades quickly to reveal:


Fla-... Flaaf-fy?

The Flaaffy looks at itself, a mixture of excited and bemused.]

...-happens. [Snow's train of thought is so gone. He's too busy checking out what his baby sheep thing had turned into.]

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[back to here/today.]

Stuck around for a couple of extra days to make sure Kay's good and all that, but Franziska and I have hung around this city way too long. [A half-laugh.] The locals are starting to bake me stuff.

We're gonna be at the Pokemon Center and maybe even that Mart for an hour or so to prep, but after that? Azalea, here we come!

[Feel free to voice/video or run into him at the Center or the Mart. Even just be there, he can strike up conversation.

...Except you, Franziska. You've gotta ACTION this shit. |D]

Hey, if anyone sees... I dunno, smoke or something coming from south of Violet, don't freak out, okay? I've got it handled.

...

Hey, you guys should come. I mean, it's just a campfire thing, and it's not like I'm even camping there, but... it'd be fun, to get together one more time before Franziska and I take off. Bring snacks, even. Marshmallows, hot dogs, cookies... anything really, as long as you can put it on a stick.

I'll be in that clearing, near that weird berry tree.

I mean it--come chill with us. If I know you, call it 'bye for now'. If I don't, well... It's time to fix that, don'tcha think?

Be there!

[Action: Snow'll be sitting crosslegged by a firepit he built. Come say hi, both old friends and new CR alike~!]

Hey, Machamp and Rocky and I are gonna be out on Route 32. Training, and all that.

Kay, you want to watch Thundara for me while I'm gone? I'm sure she'd love to hang tight with you for a few hours.

If anyone wants to battle, by the way, just holler. I'm game.

Hey, me and Franziska've hit Violet. Hope it's for the last time, sheesh. But hey, she caught a new Pokemon? I'll let her show you herself though.

Light? We can meet at the Center, if you're still around. And, y'know... if you still want to stick with us. I get that you might not, with Hope here and all.

But hey, my-- [Looking stern off to the side:] Machop, don't poke at her that way. It's not like she's a war-sheep. ... Hey, Thundara, you gonna take that from him?! Get 'im back! Yeah, just like tha-[He's stops short, eyes going wide. Without looking at the camera, but directed to whoever's watching:] Be right back.

[And the screen flips off. After maybe five minutes, it flips back on and Snow looks thrilled.]

Hahahah, yesss! Guys, check this out. [He flips the Gear around to show this:



Machoke is flexing experimentally a few times, and looks pleased. You might also notice a little Mareep peering up at him in alarm and maybe even fear. She thinks she made Machop explode. D: Snow, however, isn't the most observant. He'll catch onto more than just his fancy new muscle dude in a few seconds. Count down if you'd like.]

[He doesn't bother to switch to audio-only, so you can see the early morning sky above him. He seems oddly tall (like... twenty feet tall) but that's just because he's on Rocky. He's not really trying to talk to everyone, he's just in too much of a hurry not to.]

Franziska? I'm here, meet me out front?


[Anybody in NEW BARK TOWN can action on in. Come talk to the dude on the rock snake, newbies~.]

Heh, wonder if there's a record for the number of times the same guy's had to backtrack to Cherrygrove. If there is, I'm definitely in the running, after this one.

Hey everyone? Me and Light are headed back to Cherrygrove to meet up with Hope. Anyone sees him before we get to him, uh... make sure he's got food and all that.

Kay, we've got Rocky and Ponyta, so don't think we won't catch up. You'll have--[Something had shyly but forcefully wiggled its way under his arm and onto his lap at the mention of Kay. You're now looking at Snow and Thundara the Mareep.]

Reeeeep?

[Snow laughs a little.] You'll have your niece back in no time, Kay. Count on it.


As for everyone else... I dunno, try not to get hurt while we're gone? Then I've gotta haul ass back here and save you 'cause that's what heroes do, and I don't mind exactly, just... your timing sucks a little? We won't be gone too long, though. Either Hope's got something he can ride or we'll throw him on Rocky or Ponyta with one of us.

So, uh... See you later, Violet City!

[Filtered away from Kairi]

Hey, anyone got an egg they want to trade for a Cubone egg? I've got an extra.

[end filter]

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[Later in the day.]

[Sounding a little urgent:] Kairi, where are you?


[ooc: As for the Cubone egg, I'm kinda looking to trade it for something cool. ;D; Not sure what yet, but something you can't exactly catch around here? Like... Totodile. Or Larvitar. Or... Idek. :O]

[You hear a clatter, and the ceiling of the Pokemon Center spirals across the screen.]

What the-!?

[In the corner of the screen, Snow comes into view (probably upside down, the way the PokeGear slid. He's hastily unzipping his backpack the rest of the way, seeing as something had managed to shove his PokeGear out a large enough gap already. He looks momentarily confused, and he pulls something out of the backpack, but you can't see what.

He chuckles.] Well, lookit you. Here, lemme-... [He's looking around for his PokeGear, then spots it, reaching down to pick it up. He sits down on the couch with the Gear held out at about knee-distance, and you can see what it was he'd taken out of the bag.]



Ma-...reeeep? [It blinks a few times, confused and a little alarmed.]

Mareep, eh? Alrighty then:

Everyone, meet Mareep. A little fluffy for my tastes, but... [Affectionately:] I think we'll make it work. [The cuteness has him converted to mareep-ism, o noes.]