Arrival + Video

[mystake]

Who: Hagakure and any Rocket
Where: The Goldenrod base
When: Like April 20ish
Summary: A guy who's afraid of ghosts has one that's following him and he wants YOU to help!


[Goldenrod Base]

[Are you in the Goldenrod base, minding your own business? Perhaps enjoying some quiet time in the common area, or getting ready to go out on a mission? Regardless of whatever you're doing, something might call for your attention—and by something, it's most definitely, positively screaming.

As you look around to try to find the source of this disruption to the peace, you spot something... or perhaps... someone?

No, it's definitely someone, and they're barreling right for you in what can only be described as a jumble of mismatched clothing. Some bits of it is the Rocket uniform, and other bits of it are definitely clothes he must've already had, but either way that doesn't answer the question as to why this guy is gunning it towards you while shrieking like he's seen death—

Well, perhaps he has, because there's a mischievous looking Gastly following him!]

Help, help, help! God, Buddha, Mother Earth, King Neptune! Help meee!!

[Video] (cw: marijuana use mention)

[When the feed starts, all you can see at first is... maybe hair?]

Is this thing on? Ah— I'm not good with this kinda stuff, man! [Says the exasperated, faceless voice; but then the jostling camera looks to be set down, its image blurry until the figure before it takes a couple steps back and sits down.

He's wearing the Rocket uniform, or at least the shirt of it beneath his own jacket hanging off of the curve of his shoulders.]

Alright... I've been here a couple a days, and I'm tryin' to remain calm cause stress is bad for yer skin, ya'know? But... is this really the world of Pokémon? [He rubs his hand at the stubble on his chin.

But then he leans forward, his hand going up to clutch at his dreadlocks nervously.]

Like, I didn't smoke too much and pass out and have this really vivid dream, right? I don't even know who might be on the other side of this video, but if you got some answers for my questions, I'd really appreciate it, yeah!

Comments

Base

[fingersandteeth]

[Yup. Must be a new recruit.

If he'd been nabbed even a day or two later, Steven wouldn't be here for this. He'd be on Victory Road, on an extended camping trip with his boyfriend on their way to challenging the Elite Four.

But he first had to clear it with the Admins, so they'd know why he wouldn't be turning in his quota for the next three weeks, which was what he had just got finished doing now, when the kid had run up at him.

Steven sighs and puts his hands out in a calming gesture.]

Hey. Hey, it's okay, kid. I know it's creepy looking, but it's just a Gastly.

[mystake]

[Creepy is putting it lightly.

Creepy is what the pile of dirty laundry in the corner of his room on a chair is. Creepy is the old lady that used to give him looks when he tried to buy booze in his high school uniform, despite showing his ID and proving he was 20.

A freaking Gastly isn't creepy, it's—]

It's a ghost! [He shrieks as he darts behind the guy who seems way too calm about this,] w-w-why is there a ghost following me?! Why am I even here?! This isn't the chaotic dystopian world I know and love!!!

[He's practically shivering in his sandals at this turn of events—never mind the fact that Steven might feel two hands grabbing at his shirt, like a kid clinging to his mommy.]

[fingersandteeth]

[This is kind of ridiculous. Steven shakes his head and addresses the pokemon instead of the newbie.]

Hey. Sorry about him. He's not used to this place and he doesn't know the difference between a regular human ghost and a ghost pokemon. You're going to have to be gentle with him until he gets used to you.

[He glances back over his shoulder at the new kid.]

He's not a regular ghost, kid. He's a pokemon ghost. Pokemon are... companion animals. Most people in this world have at least one or two. And yeah, some of them are ghosts, but not all the ones that are ghosts are necessarily the spirits of actual dead people. A lot of them are the descendants of those spirits instead.

[Yes, ghosts can have baby ghosts here.]

And as for why you're here... there's a god in the shape of a space llama that likes to kidnap people from other worlds and then hand them over to either a madwoman or the mob. You're one of the second group, unfortunately, but at least you'll get room, board, and a small stipend. The ones who get handed over to the crazy lady don't even get that, just a packed lunch and a gentle shove out her door.

[Since by now Hagakure's probably had a little bit of time to register anything about his would-be shield, he'll see that the man he's cowering behind is somewhere in his forties, Latino, and reasonably tall and broad. He's got wire-rim glasses over his domino mask and is wearing a dress shirt and tie. He probably looks more like a salaryman than a mobster. He speaks softly, but surely.]