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Of all the worthless crowds in all the worlds I, of course, get stuck with this one.

[ There’s a voice ringing out in all of Mallow Hallow—some may recognize it as the manly, overconfident Crystalden ruler, Tronctor. Despite his intimidating words and harsh manner of speaking, his voice seems to be woven in with the tiredness of days and days without rest. ]

Remember a while back when your marvelous Queen Queenie said that if anything should go wrong, you should contact me? No? Of course not. Of course you don’t remember. Because this place has been balls against the wall for a week now, and I found out about it yesterday! Fuck! You think someone would drop a ‘hi, I have fucking mutant superpowers’ message somewhere along the line.

[ He sighs, regaining his composure. ]

Anyway, it’s fixed now. You’re welcome. But if this shit happens again, I swear to all that is good and mighty, I will kill you before you have the chance to ruin yourselves.

Tronctor out.

ghostly_stutter

[Written in chalk with care and extra spacing between the letters. Chloe opts for the somewhat cliched question just this once, in hopes of gaining some true insight concerning her new situation.]

What is this place?

[Yes, her hand-writing is a bit tremulous--but that's what happens when you see crazy things in Astralfield that are by no means normal. Coming from Chloe, that says a lot. She knows crazy. And she knows normal.]

Derek? Simon? Tori? If you're here, now would be a great time to mention it. Otherwise, I am making Aunt Lauren take me in for real psychiatric help, later.

[Because obviously this had to have been orchestrated by the St. Clouds, if this was real. That last part she wrote may have been a bit of a stretch, but Chloe's never seen the things she's seen here in her life. Though one particular thought niggled at her. The situation did remind her oddly of...]

This is so not happening.

[Not again.]

((ooc: Chloe can be found in a tree, trying to outrun and outmaneuver any strange creature that finds her here. For the moment she thinks she's safe. For now.))

livinginthefeymarch

[And when the video starts it shows a little girl, probably six or seven years old, with green hair and a large, brown dress. Despite being a newcomer she doesn't seem that worried or confused, she's just smiling at the camera (Even if it still seems a little forced), somewhat proud of being finally able to use that 'scroll-thing'. She's sitting alone on a corner of the main path, using a wooden box as a chair.]

So... hello there! Uh... it's so weird talking to no one but... hello! [she tilts her head, nervously.] nice to meet you all, I guess? [She stops for a moment, probably unsure if someone can actually hear her or not] I'm Rydia and I was just... assigned here, I guess. But could please explain me what's going on?

rosewhipmyhair

[ as the video begins, there's a brief moment where everything is a blur, a sign that whoever has the device is on the move. eventually, the feed stops, and is stopped on a very pissed off fire demon. a little ways behind him is Kurama, who seems just as frustrated at their... situation. ]

Are you capable of reaching it, Hiei?

Hn, of course! I'll snap its wings off if I hav-- [ that sentence goes unfinished as a small fairy swoops down out of nowhere, smacking Hiei in the face. he gives a loud grunt, slightly startled for a moment, but soon enough he recovers, growling as he flares his energy up. ]

If another one of these annoying little shits hits me again, I swear I won't hesitate to burn them alive...-- [ as if on cue, a few more fairies appear, smacking and yanking at the smaller demon's head. he gives a shout, growling and swatting at them away. the fairies are persistent, though, and after a few failed attempts at getting them away, Kurama quickly enters the picture once more, struggling to help get the fairies off him as well... at least until Hiei's energy rises again. ]

Hiei, stop. You'll burn this entire village! [ unfortunately Hiei doesn't seem to be listening, as he readies to fling fire at the nearest fairy. Kurama pulls him back, effectively stopping him from continuing, though, soon enough, there's the sound of a mischievous giggle from off screen. the two of them glance back up to the video, frowning once again. soon enough, Hiei disappears from his spot, and there's a brief yelp before the feed rapidly shifts and eventually ends.

(anyone who's nearby to witness that entire episode will see Hiei coming close to slicing the fairy in half) ]

singsingbluesilver

[Let's hope everyone did not need their ears today. Ryuuichi is having a mild case of OSHI and is letting the entire network know about it. The singer is not visible, but Kumagoro is. Right now the phone is sitting on the bunny so there is a close up of one button eye and a bowtie.]

I MISSED MY BIRTHDAY!

I can't believe I did this! I normally know when it is cuz K and Rage and Tohma and...

That's right. They aren't here.

THIS BIRTHDAY SUCKS!

[And there goes the rabbit, the phone and what looks like part of a rather sparkly pillow shaped like a star. So now the feed is showing a wall painted an ugly orange, sparkly pieces of felt and Kumagoro sitting upside down. Have fun trying to talk to the sulking singer.]

adventurous

[ for the few people that know Hilda, the feed that clicks on to her face might be a bit different than what they know. it would be hard to miss that she's gotten a bit taller, grown out her hair and that the smile she's sporting has changed. it's more... mature? jaded? there are different ways to describe it, but it's certainly not the same.

on her shoulder, an Aipom is examining the camera with it's trademark Cheshire grin. ]

Man... I'm gone from this weird place for two whole years and nothing changes. Maybe now I'll get a chance to actually explore...

So, have I missed anything big?

[ PRIVATE to Bianca, Rosa, and Cheren ]

I need to talk to you guys. I think... I have some explaining to do.

acrobike

[The view opens up to a shot of the beautiful lake in Whitewood and a young man in front obviously the one holding the camera. He sports a wide grin and waves with his free hand to the viewer.]

Heeeey, out there! I figure if everybody's gonna be using this network, I should say something too! The name's Brendan! And this is my best buddy Marshtomp! [He tilts the camera down and you see an off-angle blue mudfish waving and then the camera tilts ack up to Brendan.] Someone told us about a great lake around this place so we came out to take a look! It's gotta be one of the nicest I've ever seen! See!?

[Despite the wiggling of the view and the young man moving off, it's fairly clear he's turning his device around to pan the lake and its surroundings. The camera wiggles around again as he's turning it back on himself.]

Any wild Pokemon would love this place! Clean air, lots of places to find food and nest, even my own guys are ready to take a dip! If anyone's out in... uh... Whitewood! Yeah, that's it! If anyone's out here, you should come check it out! I'm sticking around until nightfall! I'm gonna take a lot of photos and notes to show my dad! Ha ha ha!

losthere

[The screen flicks on to reveal a serious faced young man with hair that has little interest in the laws of gravity and eyes that glow a faint, eerie green. The background behind him appears to be a fuzzy lime green.

Except for the velociraptor sitting at the table wearing a top hat and monocle and delicately sipping tea from a very fragile looking cup, one claw carefully extended.

Cloud seems to be ignoring everything but the screen.]

I need a motorcycle. If anyone can help me find one, I'd appreciate it.

yearns

[ Vigilant to his shift in his surroundings, he’s quite effortlessly grasped the more imperative aspects of the situation. Though, being forcefully displaced into an estranged land based entirely off the separation of various kingdoms—there’s a part of him that can’t completely deny the sheer amount of his interest that had inevitably been piqued. But, contradictorily to these newfound curiosities, there were some evident apprehensions towards his current state of affairs. … Was the Heroine also here, and if so—

How to bait her out of hiding? How to grasp her attention? Would she finally be able to see him? And, would their subsequent encounter be one beyond just fleeting moments of bewilderment and unintentional desperation? Regardless, there was only way to find out.

He clears his voice with a soft sound from the back of his throat before finally opening his mouth to speak; an almost unbearably placid and collected tone to this voice as he does. ] Hello, residents of Mallow Hallow. [ There’s a pause as he passes a transitory glance back towards his … questionable surroundings. ]

It appears as though a great deal of you have found discomfort in this situation. [ A brief and seemingly thoughtful pause. ] Understandably so. Nevertheless, I offer you a potential solution. [ His powers have dwindled significantly, and while he was vastly dubious to the extent of magical energy that he had remaining, he continues onwards; disregarding the fact that his words were likely left to lies or half-truths— ]

Before that, however, I have a request I’d like to make. I would like to hear them... [ Realizing it may not be obvious, he easily amends his statement, a mirthful undertone to his voice. ] Your “earnest wishes,” that is. [ His voice trails off momentarily before gradually falling to silence, he lets the general message of words sink in before gingerly cutting off the feed. ]

devotionary

[When the video opens, there's a long-haired warlord and his ~~blue dinosaur of doom~~ Lapras standing on the other side of the camera and, while the image is a little lopsided - a result of his phone having been carelessly tossed aside - anyone can see the two are having issues with the decor in their new house.

Which translates to the Pokemon shooting Ice Beams at every single corner of the house because the place is just not cold enough!]

I understand you miss the weather from Nixtorm, my friend, but I don't think this is the most appropriate way to make this new home more suitable to your ta-- aah!

[Mitsuhide doesn't get to finish his sentence because, well, he suddenly finds himself very busy trying to dodge another frosty attack, this time coming in his direction. Sometimes it's impossibly hard to keep his composure, but for some reason, he still tries, adding with a long-suffering sigh:]

... I suppose there is no way to convince you otherwise, is there?

[The Pokemon's only response is one last block of ice, which seems to miss the camera by very little. At least these things don't broadcast in 3D?]

dontforgettosmile

[the video is recording steadily but whoever is holding it has it pointed towards the ground, only showing off a slightly bloody shoe. do your best not to worry about that, okay?

the person suddenly swings the recorder around before finally letting it rest on his face and what a face this guy has. lips pulled back into a wide grin Smile looks at the video feed, never once blinking. The red tattoos - or are they scars? - over his eyes look weird, but the fact his face is also dotted with blood might be more weirder. do your best to ignore that too. at the very least this guy doesn't look hurt.

Smile opens his mouth and a weird, oddly distorted chuckle seeps out before he speaks.]

Hello....

[yeah that's seriously it. Smile continues to start at the device, wondering if someone would respond.]

reverberator

Hellooooooo Mallow Hallow!

[A pause, during which her Reuniclus, Victor, takes the opportunity to grab Rosa's pigtails with gelatinous hands and hover behind her like he's riding a bike. She doesn't seem to mind, strangely enough.]

...Ooh, I like that. Kinda rolls off the tongue all nicely. Anyway, I'm Rosa, and I'm a Pokemon Trainer! I was just thinking, since it doesn't look like there are a lot of Pokemon here, and not everybody even knows what they are... We must've all come from different places, right? You can't be from Unova and not know what Pokemon are, seriously!

Soooooo, I wanna know where everyone came from! And maybe what you were doing if you don't mind sharing with the class, heehee. There must be a lot of different places represented here, if everyone's so confused and stuff, so let's take inventory!

[Then, she raises a Poke Ball to the camera. Aggressively, if that were possible. It's kind of a Myspace-angle shot, but it gets the message across.]

Oh, and on that note. Hey, Pokemon Trainers! We should battle sometime, or just hang out! I really wanna get to know all of you in particular, even if you're Gym Leaders or Champions or whatever! It's kinda like time off, or broadening your horizons, isn't it? So let's take advantage of it!

forcedreset

[ when the feed cuts in, it is to the view of a young boy against a bright, clear blue sky, and a rolling horizon of hilly green grassiness; loki perches upon a wall along the outer border of highcrest, like a tiny green gargoyle leering over the path below, though not too terribly intimidating. he raises a gloved hand and waves. ]

Greetings, citizens!

What has it been - oh, some week or so since we have been brought here, to this strange, most pillowy place? I come to you now, to humbly ask for ..things! But let us make with the chase cutting, yes? I.. wonder if any of you have perhaps seen my brother, Thor - big, strapping god, beautiful hair like a lady, big hammer that he's very protective of. Sound familiar? Also, a girl - long dark hair, green eyes, about yea high - [ a vague hand gesture here ] - and very, very scary. Greenish magic, sour disposition. Terrifying smile.

If any of you know anything of there whereabouts, I would be most grateful.

Until then, come, we should all get to know one another, yes? Who knows just how long we will remain here together. I'll start! Hi, my name is Loki, previously of Asgardia, your friendly, charming god of mischief. I enjoy shaken milks, lengthy books, and engaging, vigorous conversation.

Now you go!

still_at_twenty

[A woman with blonde hair stares at her phone as the broadcast starts. She clears her throat, preparing for a speech:

All right. Pay attention, everyone! This is a call for a bunch of people who knows a black talking cat wearing a red bandanna! We are looking for!

[she frowns at the phone] One pointy guy who likes to wear a suit - Yomiel! I hope you know who you are. One young lady called Kamila. A big and loud detective called Jowd and another loud woman detective called Lynne. There's also an inspector and another talking dog. I forget their names.

If any of those names sound familiar, please page Ally Darling.

[her frown deepens] Before you ask, no, I'm not crazy and the damn cat really talks, okay?

Over and out!

gamefaqs

[So, it's less of a text message and more of a scrawling, for now. Neat and cursive and slightly angled and full of small loops. Such are the downfalls of having to use a chalkboard to communicate. At least she's got a good enough piece of chalk to use.]

Hello, my fellow residents of Mallow Hallow. Forgive me for the sudden interruption.
Allow me to introduce you to a new acquaintance of mine.

[And then a video feed opens, like clockwork. There's nothing quite as succinct as a punctual transition. On screen is a clear shot of Rose's lap, and her bare forearms beneath the draping orange cloth of her robes. Resting against her elbows -- and her crossed knees, and her chest, and her stomach, and everything in between -- is a particular sort of black and purple and green and god-knows-what octopus-looking creature, albeit noticeably smaller.]

This is Herald Bonaparte the II [or, second]. I found him not too long ago, lost amongst the bustling crowds of Astralfield. He appears to be quite fond of me.

[She'd probably be fond of any stranger who plucked her up out of the streets if she were an alien-Eldritch abomination, too.]

Despite whatever fondness I may feel in return, his presence is key for more than just exciting the secret parts of me which find scaled-down recreations of insatiable monsters endearing. As some of you may have noticed, this particular district has something of a habit of entertaining the unusual. This, for instance, is something that I believe to be the work of whatever innocuous powers may hold jurisdiction over our beloved home, though the "how" and "why" elude me.

Creatures resembling those lurking within the confines of one's own mind... perhaps even people, or places, conjured before us without so much as a word of warning; has anyone else found something similar occurring around them? It may be worth looking into.

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