1st Pokeball - An Unwelcome Prank

[unbroken_chain]

The camera feed snaps on suddenly, revealing a creature somewhat like a fox staring directly into it before winking and placing a finger to its lips. It snaps to attention as a young-sounding voice calls out from behind it.

"Okay, Zoroark, time for rehearsal! Today it's Brycen-Man, okay?"

The outline of the fox-like creature - Zoroark? - shimmers and distorts, resolving into a strangely-dressed man. It walks away from the camera and takes up a stance across from a young girl in an equally outlandish outfit, who clears her throat before drawing herself up and pointing directly at the masked man the fox turned into.

"Hold it! The Messenger of Truth and Ideals, Riolu Girl, is here! Stop right there, Brycen-Man! I cannot allow your mischief!"

The masked man laughs at this. He snickers so hard, in fact, that the illusion drops, leaving Riolu Girl staring at him, completely unsure of what's so funny. Still snickering, the fox points at the video feed with one finger, the masked girl looking in that direction. Her eyes wide behind her mask, she scrambles for the table the COMP is resting on.

"AAAA! That's not funny, Zoroark!"

Staring directly into the video feed, she starts babbling frantically.

"You didn't see that! NOBODY SAW THAT. THERE WAS NOTHING TO SEE."

Backdated to May 13, VIDEO

[maskedhumanity]

[It's taken the better part of the day for Alex to get his bearings and settle into the cramped lodgings that have been provided for his use. The place is a far cry from the one he used to have, it makes him quite glad he never had many belongings. Fitting things in here would be a nightmare.

He's examining the one object he did receive rather dully, slowly turning the clear container around in his hands and eying the powder inside as it shifts about. An inconsequential piece of junk for most people but for him it's going to be a constant reminder of the past. More immediately it's reminded him there's something he needs to ask this new madhouse, boy won't this be fun.]

So, this clearly isn't another F3. Not sure if I should be relieved or not about that, guess I'll reserve my judgement for the time being. I've still got questions though, very important questions.

First off, are there any others here from the Facility? You can't miss them, gaudy collars, no survival instincts, most probably suffering from some form of post-traumatic stress. I'm actually looking for someone specific out of any that might be here... but if she is here, knowing her she'll be breaking down my door the second she sees this. [That thought brings a flicker of a smile, but it instantly dies away when he considers that she might not be here. He shakes his head and pushes that prospect to the back of his mind, it's not something he wants to dwell on right now.]

Secondly, if anyone recognizes me at all it'd probably be better for everyone involved if you just spoke up now. I'd really hate to find out about that second hand, it could lead to all sorts of unpleasantness.

video

[formulator]

[ It's been... well, a day, more or less.

Robin's had enough time to get more-or-less settled in, get some basic information, and figure out how this strange communication device worked. Thankfully, she was a quick study - no embarrassing slip-ups in handling technology for her!

And thus, with all of that out of the way, it was time for another important task. The video feed turns on to show the face of a young woman, a fairly serious look on her face. A dark-haired woman can be seen in the corner of a screen, and manly "hiyah"s and such can be heard in the background. ]

This is supposed to connect to everybody who's arrived to this city from elsewhere.... right? My thoughts go out to every messenger that's been put out of business by this.

My name is Robin, and I'm looking for anybody connected to the Ylissean army. If you are, when see this message, please contact me back for our location. You might not recognize me as the Robin you know, but-

[ The manly voice in the background cuts in- ] BINDING BLADE!!! [ Owain can now be seen in the background, his sword... neatly cutting through the wall.

Robin turns her attention towards him. ] Owain!! As small as this room is, you're going to practice something like that!?

[ Tharja can be seen more clearly as Robin gets up to scold Owain, but only for a moment as Robin turns the feed off. ]