Zulf (
leaveyourstarburning) wrote2012-05-21 02:52 am
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001. Video
...destroyed it entirely, did it...
[The words are muttered quietly over a mostly-dark feed; from the sound of it, the person speaking doesn't even seem to have realized they've managed to turn the Gear on - he sounds distracted, clearly speaking to himself rather than to any audience, and there's a good amount of jittercam action before he seems to realize that it's broadcasting.
The speaker is male, dark-haired and deathly pale; he's smiling a bit, but the expression doesn't reach his eyes at all. The look there isn't cruel, however; just rather lost.]
Is this how this works?
[His speech is a bit odd; it's in the common language spoken by all in Johto, but there's something there - a strangeness in pronunciation that indicates that he would have a hell of an accent in whatever world he just came from, as though he didn't grow up speaking whatever it is he's trying to utilize now. The statement is still oddly blank, though, as though he's addressing himself more than an audience; at least he doesn't seem to be expecting an answer - he simply checks something on the Gear before moving on.]
I understand that there are more survivors out there; from the look of it, there are many of you. I come to you seeking information - I mean you no harm, nor do I expect anything of you. [His gaze darts offscreen, focusing downward for a moment before he continues speaking.] This isn't anything like what I was told the Motherland would be; some of the machinery involved in transporting us may have taken some severe damage.
["May have." He uses the term lightly. He definitely knows it took damage of some sort; he broke the thing. He just doesn't know how severely he broke it; given that he's currently...nowhere near where he's supposed to be, he's assuming he broke it pretty spectacularly. He's a bit uncomfortable with the half-truth, though.
...that said, Zulf has seriously just informed all of Johto that he does, in fact, come in peace. There are some things that you just don't blatantly say...
However, he isn't dwelling on it; his gaze is darting downward again. Clearly there's something fascinating down there; he pauses for a moment before tilting the camera downward - there is a Chinchou rubbing against the lower half of his clothes, which appears to be a...very ugly skirt, if we're going to be honest.
Whatever it is, the Pokémon seems determined to love all over it; Zulf's tone has actually lightened a bit when he speaks, seeming much more comfortable now that he's not being focused on.]
Although, Motherland or not...it's good to see these creatures being so trusting. We've done enough to the rest of them.
[...someone please inform the guy that he's not in Kansas anymore.]
[The words are muttered quietly over a mostly-dark feed; from the sound of it, the person speaking doesn't even seem to have realized they've managed to turn the Gear on - he sounds distracted, clearly speaking to himself rather than to any audience, and there's a good amount of jittercam action before he seems to realize that it's broadcasting.
The speaker is male, dark-haired and deathly pale; he's smiling a bit, but the expression doesn't reach his eyes at all. The look there isn't cruel, however; just rather lost.]
Is this how this works?
[His speech is a bit odd; it's in the common language spoken by all in Johto, but there's something there - a strangeness in pronunciation that indicates that he would have a hell of an accent in whatever world he just came from, as though he didn't grow up speaking whatever it is he's trying to utilize now. The statement is still oddly blank, though, as though he's addressing himself more than an audience; at least he doesn't seem to be expecting an answer - he simply checks something on the Gear before moving on.]
I understand that there are more survivors out there; from the look of it, there are many of you. I come to you seeking information - I mean you no harm, nor do I expect anything of you. [His gaze darts offscreen, focusing downward for a moment before he continues speaking.] This isn't anything like what I was told the Motherland would be; some of the machinery involved in transporting us may have taken some severe damage.
["May have." He uses the term lightly. He definitely knows it took damage of some sort; he broke the thing. He just doesn't know how severely he broke it; given that he's currently...nowhere near where he's supposed to be, he's assuming he broke it pretty spectacularly. He's a bit uncomfortable with the half-truth, though.
...that said, Zulf has seriously just informed all of Johto that he does, in fact, come in peace. There are some things that you just don't blatantly say...
However, he isn't dwelling on it; his gaze is darting downward again. Clearly there's something fascinating down there; he pauses for a moment before tilting the camera downward - there is a Chinchou rubbing against the lower half of his clothes, which appears to be a...very ugly skirt, if we're going to be honest.
Whatever it is, the Pokémon seems determined to love all over it; Zulf's tone has actually lightened a bit when he speaks, seeming much more comfortable now that he's not being focused on.]
Although, Motherland or not...it's good to see these creatures being so trusting. We've done enough to the rest of them.
[...someone please inform the guy that he's not in Kansas anymore.]
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[Well that's... certainly something, isn't it. Archer nods after a moment though; if Zulf wants to go into detail about it, he will. Otherwise there's no sense trying to pressure him for details.]
No, it isn't. There are people here who don't battle with their Pokémon and instead keep them as pets. There are those who breed Pokémon as well.
[...What else do you non-Rockets do anyway? It seems really boring.]
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[He pauses for a moment, setting the Chinchou down and rummaging through his bag. He eventually finds what he was looking for - a copy of the guidebook given to breeders specifically.]
Did you receive one of these as well, when you arrived?
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What is it?
[It's certainly not the letter from the mysterious Boss.]
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[He flips through it a bit as he speaks.]
The identification card I received has my status listed as a 'Breeder' as well. I'm guessing that's what you were referring to earlier?
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[It probably says something about cats hatching from eggs. That would have been useful to know in advance...]
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[Well, a lot of it certainly looks...like a hot mess, to be honest; he snaps the book closed and returns his attention to the Gear.]
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[He likes breeding his Pokémon, sure, but why would you choose that over battling...? It must be because of that peace ambassador thing. Though why you'd want to advocate peace is beyond him.]
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[He glances back down at that Chinchou; she's...back to creating way too much static in his clothes.]
Do you raise yours for battle, then?
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Yes, I do. I've dabbled a bit in breeding as well, but ultimately I prefer battling.
[Let's face it, nothing can top taking down a legendary Pokémon.]
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[Again, it's a blunt statement, but there's actually nothing judgmental behind his words.]
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[Possibly the biggest understatement ever, but Archer doesn't feel the need to elaborate. He's thankful it's dark in the caves; hopefully Zulf won't see the far more vicious smirk that's appeared there. He quickly controls his expression.]
As I said, it is the norm for this world. Most people start as trainers.
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He definitely notices, but he doesn't comment; he'll make a mental note of it for later, certainly, and his expression flickers momentarily, something dark crossing his features, but it passes quickly enough.]
...I understand. Either way, these creatures are going to need to know how to fend for themselves; given how young this one seems, I'm more concerned for her than myself.
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[Oh come on, how is he supposed to know that paleness is because of living underground? That makes too much sense, Zulf!]
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...either way, that point just kind of makes him lineface a bit. He wasn't born yesterday, Archer.]
If they were perfectly able to defend themselves from birth, training wouldn't be necessary at all.
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Training is to ensure they can stand up to far more powerful Pokémon. The levels are very important; a level five Pokémon can't possibly defeat a level one hundred Pokémon. They can defend themselves from the wild Pokémon, however. The ones in the wild are usually far weaker than trainer-owned Pokémon.
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It's the ones raised by others that are the concern. While I won't use them as weapons, you say that it's to be expected that others will. I know that I can fend for myself against those others; the issue is raising my own Pokémon to a point where they can fend for themselves in battle as well.
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[Archer pauses; time to discuss Team Rocket.]
The only people you need to look out for are members of Team Rocket. They're an organization who steal Pokémon from trainers. They will attack without warning, and have attacked people in the past.
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He spent most of his early life alone. He knows what he's doing, but he doesn't comment on that.]
What sort of attacks does this 'Team Rocket' carry out?
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For what reason? Are they striving toward some sort of ultimate goal?
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I understand. I'll be sure to watch for them, then.
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Good. I would hate to see you attacked.
[And that much is true. Archer's not entirely sure what to do with that; he doesn't know this kid at all. He has no reason to like this kid (besides the fact that they look alike), so why does he? Archer ignores it for now.]
It's alright. They haven't done anything lately. You don't need to get so worked up.
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Attacks on the innocent aren't acceptable.
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