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]

[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]