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Five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one...
[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]
There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.
Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.
[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.
[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]
You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.
[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]
Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?
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[For any late-night Cherrygrovers, he's sitting on a lamppost near the town square -- egg in his lap and Flygon sitting next to him -- murmuring to himself idyllically. His words, drifting along the wind-]
'...Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.'
[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]
There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.
Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.
[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.
[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]
You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.
[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]
Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?
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[For any late-night Cherrygrovers, he's sitting on a lamppost near the town square -- egg in his lap and Flygon sitting next to him -- murmuring to himself idyllically. His words, drifting along the wind-]
'...Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.'
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Ah, no, it's fine.
Sorry if I started him. I didn't think anyone else would be up at this hour.
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He's a little over-protective. Sorry for disturbing you.
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No... that's not necessarily a bad thing. Pokemon are sensitive; they tend to be protective of gentle people.
You can say they're a good judge of character.
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I suppose that's true. He was probably a little startled, too.
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Reaching into his pack, he pulls out a pokemon treat. A pause-]
Ah, you don't mind, do you?
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[ smiles a little, actually, stepping back as Benji's nose starts twitching, glancing around and then staring at that treat in his hand. want......... tongue lolls out of his mouth, standing up again. ]
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The treats help, probably.]
Benji, huh.
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Mm. He was too small to be called Ben when he hatched, Benji was more fitting.
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Why 'Ben'? Friend of yours?
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No, I just think it's a good name for a dog. Or... a Growlithe, in this case.
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It's a sturdy name. I'm glad people put thought into these things -- I've seen some terrible nicknames in my time.
Nobody, for example, should be allowed to call their pet 'Fluffy'.
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[ a weak laugh, not quite making it to wholehearted status. he's just like that, it's okay. his laugh box is broken. ]
I think 'Fido' is terrible, too.
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Removing an egg, he gives it a thoughtful look.] Mind holding this for a moment?
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[ reaches out to take it, turning it around in his hands curiously once or twice. doot doot just assuming he's going to get out another treat or something, doesn't bother to ask questions... ]
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Oh, and these too, if you don't mind.
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What's all this for?
[ accidentally squeaks a mouse toy, getting Benji's attention immediately. PLAYTIME? ]
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Insurance, mostly. Three-parts good luck for what's about to come out of that egg, and one-part bundle of sacrificial items that you might need for your sanity.
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[ wait a minute........ ]
You're giving it to me?
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