You give me so much but it's never enough

Well, my dear friends - it's been a long time for some of us, hasn't it?

[...oh, god, Reaver, what the hell do you want...]

While I've made my presence known to a few of you over the last...oh, I don't know, few weeks or so...I know full well that the rest of you may have been unaware of my return - and it's about time that we remedied that, don't you think? After all, I can't deprive all of you of my presence for too long, and the time for laying low is well over.

And if I didn't know you before, then you're more than welcome to introduce yourselves - don't worry about boring me any, if that's the case then I'll gladly tell you to shut up and get on with it. So in the name of that not happening, do try to keep it interesting, will you? Make up a story about the grand dragon-slaying adventure you just embarked upon for all I care.

[He pauses for a moment once that's out there, however; clearly that's not everything he wants just now.]

Of course, it's also come to my attention that a few of you might have what's rightfully mine - and that isn't going to do, either. So do be good sports about this entire business and hand over those Pokémon you may have received, will you? I would hate to have to...collect them, as it were.

[VIDEO]

[Well, at the very least Reaver has been out attempting to train properly today - although at this point, he's doing it simply because the boredom is outweighing his dislike of the snow. On the plus side, this means he's far less likely to beat the crap out of his Pokémon in the name of discipline and/or just wanting to beat the crap out of things; on the negative, he's getting a bit...ah. Experimental.

And this would be why the video today is coming from some route...somewhere; it's a bit hard to tell due to the lack of discernible landmarks behind him as he settles, trying to find some sort of comfortable position as he begins - oh, is that the lighthouse back there? Somewhere outside of Olivine, then, though it isn't exactly clear where - clearly, he's found a hill or something to film on top of, as the vantage point is a bit...high up, from the looks.

However! He's looking self-satisfied with himself today, as always; his eyes are rather bright and attentive, though he's a bit flushed due to all the cold - at least he doesn't look quite as pallored as he usually does.]

Well! I must say that after taking the advice given to me by some of you last time, some of these creatures really can be made decidedly less useless - although whatever these 'HM'...'TM'...things can teach them, some of the things they figure out how to do on their own are quite fascinating indeed~

[...Reaver, no one likes where this is going. Outside of maybe you, because you look very pleased with where this is going.]

By the way - for those of you who may have been wondering what these stupid animals do during that odd period where they disappear from the battlefield during certain attacks...the answer is absolutely nothing, as far as I can tell.

[And judging by that "Aw man :<" noise that just happened, he's standing on Lady Elizabeth; odd, as he definitely isn't using Dive, which is one of the more predictable delayed-attack moves given her species...

He just sort of shrugs, however, smirking up a storm.]

But if this place is willing to grant me the ability to drop a creature the size of a building onto the battlefield, then who am I to argue?

[And with that, he tosses the 'Gear down to...something far closer to the ground; it falls a good distance before it's caught by what appear to be tentacles - presumably his Octillery, then, as Rachel will at least keep a grip on the stupid thing and not drop it and let it shatter.

Not like it matters for long, however, at least as far as seeing anything else goes; there's a brief glimpse of Reaver jumping up from Lady Elizabeth's back, the motion agile and blatantly flamboyant, before the creature simply comes crashing down from on high. The resulting snowsplosion is an appropriately impressive one, obscuring anything else from being seen on camera until the feed shuts off abruptly because what the hell, trainer -

...and this sort of thing is the reason why Wailords really shouldn't be able to learn Bounce. Specifically speaking, Reaver is an idiot. AT LEAST...HE PRESUMABLY LANDED ON THE WHALE AND NOT THE GROUND...?]

[VIDEO]

[Well! For once Reaver isn't using the video feed as a means to shamelessly grandstand it up and/or act like someone died and made him the supreme ruler of all things magnificent; given that he's finally sick of Goldenrod, it seems that he and Logan are attempting to purchase a few supplies - potions, repels, revives, evolutionary stones, approximately a million escape ropes because caves suck, more repels because oh god the weedles, a bunch of full heals, a stack of books and what appears to be a pile of women's clothing and a hell of a lot of makeup, despite there being no females in their party.

You know, the essentials.

And among all this...crap (being filmed for us by Prince, Logan's hideous little troll of a Snivy) would be the intrepid heroes in question - Reaver's leaning idly over the counter, drawing little designs on top of the price scanner with his fingertips while he attempts to sweet-talk the cashier into lowering the price, Logan linefacing so hard it looks like he's going for the gold in the Disapproval Olympics next to him.

After a while of this, however, Reaver straightens up, giving Logan a look that implies that he's...weirdly pleased with this turn of events for some reason.]

Well, then, I suppose we haven't much of a choice! Royalty first?

Reaver...

Oh, there's no shame in it whatsoever - and after all, perhaps it'll be more convincing if you do it, Your Majesty.

[Logan sighs, gives Reaver one last look that implies that both of them know that isn't the case, then he...steps around the register booth and gives the cashier the most awkward hug on the planet.

So. Much. Hugging.

The embrace goes on for about thirty seconds too long and both parties look like they may, in fact, want to die; Reaver leans back a bit, expression contemplative as Logan steps back.]

Oh, come now, you have to put some passion into it -

[Excuse him while he illustrates. By pulling the poor man toward him and nearly dipping him down to the floor.

...well, at the very least the poor cashier manages to display that he has some idea of how the tango works before the feed cuts off, presumably because security finally showed up to save him and Prince knows when to get out of there, thank you very much.]

[ACTION]

[And this would be Logan and Reaver outside the department store some time later; Reaver is smirking like a jerk, as always, and seeming generally unbothered despite the fact that Logan is looking more agitated than usual.]

I told you that wouldn't work, Reaver.

It was at least worth the attempt - "nothing ventured, nothing gained" and all~


[OOC]

[Welcome to Albion, where these sorts of gestures (in crappy YouTube quality for your convenience! ...orz sorry about that) are used for a variety of things - building friendships, dating, being sent on quests that you really don't care about, and yes, lowering prices in stores.

...Yep.

Replies over the 'Gear will come from either Reaver or Logan!]

[VIDEO]

[Reaver hasn't had too much difficulty learning how to operate the 'Gear during his (as of yet very short) stay in Johto - really, if a ten-year-old can do it, then he certainly can work out how to do this without screwing it up colossally. Admittedly, he's spent far too long this morning flailing it about and working out how to make screencaptures of whatever the camera on this thing picks up - at this rate, he'll be a proper MySpace-style camwhore in no time!

Prayer circle for your sanity, everyone.

Alas, however, while that day will surely come to pass soon enough, today is not that day; it seems Reaver has a bit more of a pressing matter to attend to this afternoon.]

Well! It really does seem that there are a lot of us here, doesn't it?

[...oh boy. Outside of having that sort of ridiculously oily sort of voice that implies that HE IS A WINNER LET ME TELL YOU no matter what he ends up saying, he actually seems pretty worked up about this whole thing; he's leaning back in what appears to be the most nondescript chair, in what's possibly the most nondescript room in Johto - those who can actually see it around that ridiculous fur-lined coat and are familiar with such places may recognize it as one of the rooms in the Rocket base. He sees no reason to try to hide that at all - yes, yes, that silly handbook said that he should keep quiet about it, ask him if he cares.]

And in the spirit of togetherness and unity and all that, I would like to extend a few...proposals to those who are out there and may have any information regarding this world and how it works. These proposals are as follows -

Firstly! From the amount of you clamoring about weapons, I'm going to assume that this is one of those ridiculous countries that has put a ban on firearms, broadswords and anything that may or may not be sharper than your average butterknife. Should this be the case, the weapons that were confiscated must have gone somewhere - I propose that we locate whatever cabinet they've been shoved in. Anyone assisting me in this endeavor will not be shot upon my pistols being re-acquired! ...assuming that the "assistance" has not been bloody annoying and was actually helpful, that is - I'm not about to give anyone immunity for causing more problems than they solve with their "helping", so I would suggest that you be as useful as possible.

Secondly! I'm going to be the first to admit that I've no idea how any of us have gotten here. That is perfectly all right, as I've faced greater challenges and emerged more than victorious - however, that doesn't mean that I intend to take this lying down. Since I doubt we all know who's responsible for any of this - and if anyone does, don't be shy! Come forward with this information and you'll be rewarded. ...perhaps. ...eventually, assuming that I can obtain gold here, it doesn't slip my mind and you don't complain enough to make me reconsider our arrangement. But! Should no one know, I propose that we do the next best thing: find those in positions of authority and make them talk by any means possible. Any means at all. It may sound barbaric to some of the more...decently-aligned of you, but. Desperate times and all. If it makes you feel better, perhaps you could consider leaving one of their kneecaps intact!

Thirdly! This isn't a proposal, but I would like to know if there's any way to get the pictures taken by this...device of ours off of the device itself! Some sort of...physical copy that's not behind all of this mechanical whatnot. If you know of any way to do this that won't take three months, then believe me, it will be greatly appreciated and you will be among those that won't be shot when my guns are eventually returned!

Thank you for your time and effort, and I expect information as soon as humanly possible - in my experience, it should really take you no longer than ten seconds to come up with some sort of reply, so do get on that, if you will.

[...A WINNER, LET ME TELL YOU.]


[ACTION]

[Well, as fun as that was, there's certainly no point in staying cooped up inside when there are surroundings to get acquainted with. So get acquainted with them he shall! Goldenrod City seems to be quite the large place; though he's remaining fairly close to the radio tower (because he has no idea where he is and he cannot seem to find a light trail - this world is so unhelpful!), he's certainly not being shy about talking to anyone that approaches.

After all, this place still seems rather well-off and in one piece, and the technology and architecture everywhere is...fascinating, actually. Of course, he's still walking around in his usual steampunk-as-shit outfit, obviously minus the guns but complete with thigh holster, walking stick and top hat that's at least a third as tall as he is - and he isn't short by any means already.

Yeah. Uh. Feel free to interrupt the (Literally) Clockwork Orange reject wandering around over there; he'll be grateful for the company.

...perhaps a bit overly so, assuming that you aren't unattractive, but in Reaver-terms you're really only unattractive if you're literally missing half your face or something, and even then...well, something can be negotiated.]


[OOC]

[THIS IS VERY LONG but yes - have Reaver, have a permissions post if you don't know how he operates, have...my apologies for how damn embarrassing he is orz]