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...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.]

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[...That's almost a sweet sentiment, Zulf. Almost.]

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.]

You enjoy fighting, then.

[Again, it's a blunt statement, but there's actually nothing judgmental behind his words.]

Not personally, no. I don't mind commanding, however.

[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.

[Zulf is well accustomed to how things look in the dark, Archer. Well accustomed.

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.

The majority of them hatch knowing moves they can use to defend themselves. I wouldn't worry too much about it.

[Oh come on, how is he supposed to know that paleness is because of living underground? That makes too much sense, Zulf!]

[No, the paleness is due to a combination of genetics and...well, all right, the 'living underground' point is a valid one in some ways, but it doesn't explain Zia...

...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.

[Zia is magical, let's just leave it at that. And are you sure about that? You look like you're ten.]

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.

[...the...point, you are missing the point.]

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.

If that's your concern, you'll need to train them just as hard as any trainer would. It would be better to find a place to stay in town, where it's far less likely that you'll be asked to battle. The majority of the people here will not attack you without requesting a battle. There are... some trainers who will attack as soon as you walk into their line of sight, but they're the people who have always lived in this world, they're odd, but not a threat.

[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.

[Zulf doesn't say anything for a moment; it's not the first time that he's encountered someone who assumes he can't fight due to his occupation.

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?

They've attacked innocents before; one of their more prominent attacks was against the Kimono Girls. They're a group of entertainers in Ecruteak City. Their Pokémon were stolen, they were injured, and property was damaged. They've also attacked civilians and trainers alike in an attempt to make their presence here known.

[Wh...]

For what reason? Are they striving toward some sort of ultimate goal?

No one knows. The attacks have been carried out anonymously, so it's impossible to tell just what the motive is behind it. You're not the only one curious. The majority of the trainers here are on-edge about all this.

[Zulf is quiet for a long moment, though his expression has definitely shifted - there's something very distinctive across his features, dark and angry; this isn't going to stand. He can do nothing about it now, and the thought agitates him further; despite the glaring, however, he isn't going to verbally lash out at Archer - shooting the messenger will get him nowhere.]

I understand. I'll be sure to watch for them, then.

[Archer lifts an eyebrow at that; he understands that the idea alone is irritating, but Zulf doesn't know the people who were attacked. He wasn't attacked. Why is he so angry?]

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.

[He closes his eyes for a moment; his expression is no less agitated, but he's at least attempting to calm himself.]

Attacks on the innocent aren't acceptable.

Of course they aren't. There's nothing you can do about the attacks right now. There's no reason to rush into this without preparing yourself.

I never said I was going to. Not at the moment.

[He'll just be looking at the camera after that, however.]

That doesn't mean that I can't find these attacks terrible by nature, however.

True, but getting upset over something you can't do anything about seems rather pointless.

[...Now where has he heard that before...]

[~~Somewhere in those caves, for a reason he's not entirely sure of, Kimblee was suddenly struck with the tremendous urge to facepalm.~~]

I've fought against others and their ideals without using weapons before. It's what I do. And there's no proof that nothing can be done about this - that's just the assumption.

Don't worry too much about me. I'll be fine.

[~~Shut it, Kimblee, he'll deal with you later!~~]

If you say so. I haven't heard anything about attacks on breeders or those who have just arrived, thankfully. You should be safe until you can make it to Goldenrod. That's where everyone congregates for the most part. It's the largest city in Johto.

[He's really not sure what to do with your little speech there, so he'll ignore it! You don't mind, right?]

Again, I'm not worried about my own safety.

[He hesitates briefly; even he can hear how snappish that sounded.]

Thank you for your concern, though. Again, it's good of you.

You should look out for yourself. You won't be doing any good if you're injured.

[You won't die here, but there's no need to mention that! It might make you even more reckless.]

Don't mention it. There's no reason for you to get hurt.

[Are you still...oh.]

...with all due respect, my people are militaristic as a culture. I know how to defend myself, should it come to that.

As are my people. I wasn't prepared for what this world contained when I arrived, and unless your world is remarkably similar, I doubt you are either.

[That's said evenly; Archer isn't upset by Zulf's statement. He's merely warning him. Besides, he's a kid, he can't possibly know how to take care of himself!]

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