1st Spin [Video] Surviving Balverines

[feelofmisfortune]

[The feed clicks on with a little difficulty, showing the face of a ginger man who seems to be really fascinated with the 'gear, staring at the feed with mismatched blue and brown eyes.

After a moment he notices that it's on.]

Is this some kind of magic box like the one Master Weaver 'ad? Didn't think they'd 'ave these in hell!

[He's more amused by the fact that he's awake and alive than 'oh god where am I?', because hell- being alive and nowhere familiar is a far better alternative to being dead.]

I'd 'ave thought that wakin' up fwom death would feel like death warmed up! I'm wather dissatisfied with how cold it is and I would like to see life's manager.

I kid, I kid! Does anyone know of a man named 'Weaver? Or Albion at all, actually.

[He hasn't even found his Pokémon yet.] 

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[sometimesooc]

[ Someone else with mismatched eyes! ..Except one of Kobato's is an eye contact, but whatever. When she pops onto the video, she's got one arm up and covering both of her eyes, which are closed, then as she opens them she drags her hand back across her face until her fingers are making a scissor shape over her other eye, then she says her 'evil' laughter. ]

Kukuku, another soul whose body hath risen with dark energies~

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[su6tlecoruscate]

[Ah. Another person who refers to the 'gear as a "magic box"...]

The "box" is for communication.

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[decrees]

[...Reaver. Of course. Needless to say, Logan isn't amused. He's heard of Reaver's butler, of course - it's a bit difficult to get Reaver to shut up, after all - but he never thought he'd actually meet the man, much less in a place like this. Logan takes a moment to compose himself before signaling for Prince, his Snivy, to turn on the 'Gear.]

I'm sure you'll be quite pleased to know that Reaver is here.

[...Not giving you a location though, since that would involve actually knowing where they are. We're directionally challenged and the light trail isn't working, also we don't have that handy-dandy map from the War Room.]

I can tell you that this place certainly isn't hell. It's called Johto and it apparently has the power to bring others from their worlds and trap them here.

[Or it could be an illusion. Or a massive hallucination. He's leaning more toward those two options, to be honest.]

As it stands, Reaver and I are the only other two from Albion. You are...?

[Sorry, Barry, he missed your name. ...Or he didn't care enough to remember it, either or.]

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[ortion]

["Weaver"... Well, the guy mentioned Albion, so he must be talking about Reaver.

And what's this about waking from death? Dist believes that requires some inquiring too.]

I have met a man going by that name, yes. An acquaintance from home, I presume?

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[combat_butler]

*with all the bluntness of a club:*

You're still quite a good deal far off from being in hell, Mister.

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[shakespearealien]

[A pensive scientist with blond braids appears on the feed.]

Realize you will have to fill a lot of people in on what death feels like. Not many can say to have come back from it... Although literary accounts abound, of course.

And a man named Reaver does inhabit this strange world, yes. Given that very peculiar epithet, I assume you work for him.

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[istheindustry]

[...Barry, we really need to work on your pronunciation. Goodness knows he's beaten just about everything else out of you.

Either way, however, he doesn't seem too terribly fazed by the fact that Barry is back from the dead - and not in the way that most people come back from the dead, either, though he supposes it's nice to know that Barry hasn't gone all...hollow-man on him, nor is he particularly ghostly-looking. Don't misunderstand, that's unbelievably odd, but there's really nothing here that isn't; as such, he indulges in the fact that this has given him A Mild Case Of The Wig before shrugging, seeming to decide that everything will work itself out and hell will claim Barry eventually if it really wants him back, and turning on the 'gear himself.]

Well, well! Pried off the cold hands of death, have you? I suppose it's good to see that you haven't lost much in the process.