me_first: (smoke break)
[The first shot of this video is... leaves. Surprisingly green leaves, for the season. Then the camera switches and there's Royce, sitting in a tree in the middle of winter. He's bundled up at least, but the background behind him is... moving? The smoke from his cigarette traces patterns through the air.]

[Then he points the camera down and it becomes clear that he's on a Torterra, though one that's oddly colored. The camera swings back to him again and he - well, he doesn't quite smile but it's close.]


Fascinating! Absolutely... absolutely fascinating! I had no idea that the tortoise I received would become something so... massive. I think... well, it's not the most... unexpected evolution I've seen, but... well. He's certainly different than what I thought.

I'm... wondering... what's the most... unusual evolution of a Pokemon that you're aware of? It's... it's quite interesting to me, this whole... evolution concept. It seems like there's a good deal of energy that's let off, too much... I wonder...

[Unfortunately he doesn't have the resources to deal with that kind of thing... but still. It's interesting to think about. He gazes off into the distance for a few more moments before he looks down at the Pokegear, startled, and turns it off.]
me_first: (smoke break)
[There's a long silence - long enough that one would be easily forgiven for thinking that this post was a mistake. Finally, though, a quiet voice speaks up.]

My... home, my world... Cloudbank, that is... was a place of... unimaginable beauty. Or rather, if you could imagine it, it could be made. This place... it's not the same, not the same at all. There's... well, it's big, but it doesn't have the same streets or people or... ease of change.

I don't mind it not changing, not really... but it's different.

The past is... a strange thing, strange indeed. You can't quantify it, you can't... break it down into variables that make any sort of sense. It just... goes. It's there and then it's not, like a leaf carried by the wind, or a cloud.

[There's another silence, but it's shorter. A breath, followed by an inhale and a pause, before he speaks again.]

... Cloudbank's like that, too. Gone, I mean. The physical structure is... still there, probably. You could walk around it... for a while. Until you were wiped out, I mean. Like everyone else... gone to the Country. The 'afterlife', some people might call it, though it's another life. Quiet, from what I hear. Though the Country inside... well. No one's ever been really sure if you get to the Country everyone else is in from that one. Not even me, and I made it.

[A quiet chuckle, before a sigh.]

This post has no point, I suppose. People found others from their worlds here... no one showed up from Cloudbank. Not that I saw, at least. But I did have a... a question. A poll, I guess, though the results don't really mean much. I was wondering how many people have... no home? Not anymore, I mean. Not one they can go back to because of... death, or the imminent threat thereof when they get back.

... And for those of you wondering... dying's not so bad.

[There's a pause, like he's going to say something else, but then the audio just clicks off.]