You give me so much but it's never enough

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[And a good afternoon to you, too, Johto! And it...is a good afternoon, weather-wise, if brisk as all get-out; it seems no one has informed Reaver that the onset of winter is a perfectly good reason to not be doing anything in relation to the ocean because the sea air is going to be cold as hell, and as such he is currently standing atop a giant whale, alternating between looking generally annoyed with his hands planted firmly on his hips, and gesturing about with that metal cane of his like mad flailing is going out of style. Occasionally he lashes out, mostly in the form of kicking at her, driving his heel down onto her head like that's going to have any effect at all; at least the Wailord seems to generally have patience for her trainer, as opposed to refusing to have mercy on his comparatively breakable human body and mauling him. Or simply rolling over and depositing him in the water. No, she seems to be genuinely wanting to please, even if she's more than slightly confused (and, from the look on her face, more than slightly...ah, simple, to put it gently).

So at least Reaver has that much to be grateful for, even if he doesn't realize it yet - he's a bit too preoccupied with the part where Lady Elizabeth (...that would be the massive goddamn whale taking up space in your harbor, sorry about that Olivine) still doesn't seem to comprehend exactly what he wants her to do. After a while he just gives up on trying to get her to do anything and lets himself drop down to settle on her head, legs hanging idly in front of her face where they're crossed at the knee, idly twirling that cane in his hand and trying not to sulk too badly. Because this is Johto and she is a three-story whalecondo and Reaver quite simply does what he wants.

He does address her after a moment, however.]

You're fortunate that you're at least somewhat more useful than that fish, you know.

[In response to that, she...makes noises at him. See! She's useful! Useful is good!

To which Reaver sighs and idly swings his leg back to kick at her a bit without bothering to stand up, just because honey, you're dumb.]


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[Well, since he hardly sees any point in remaining frustrated forever and he does have a device that's entirely capable of polling the audience, those who aren't present for the whale-kicking spree that he's been going on will be treated to a video eventually; he seems to have gotten down from his...noble steed there, though that really just means that whatever scenery is behind him is blocked out entirely by whaleface while Lady Elizabeth tries to figure out what he's doing.

"What he's doing" for the time being is holding the 'Gear one-handed at a bit of a distance, giving what's best described as a rather spectacular Facebook shot with decidedly less duckface; the other hand is visible on the feed, one of the HM discs pinned between his index and middle fingers.]

It seems I've managed to collect a fair few of these, in my time here; it's obvious they're supposed to be used for something, though really, it's not as though it's immediately plain why. I'm sure this isn't an unpopular, or even an uncommonly expressed bit of opinion, but as I'm currently the one dealing with it then I'm afraid you're going to listen to it one more time, for my sake - having to teach a creature Surf or Fly when it's obviously capable of naturally transporting at least one, if not several, humans with absolutely no effort...why in the world is this even a thing that happens?

But that isn't the point here, really - the point is that I have no idea what to do with these discs or how they're properly utilized, and every method I can think of to attempt doing so is probably not acceptable by any world's standards, much less this one. These aren't exactly anything like what we have in my world, and somehow I suspect that they wouldn't work the same way here even if they were.

So. How, exactly, am I supposed to put this collection of mine to good use, hm? And yes, I've read that book of ours - somehow breaking them seems a bit counterintuitive.

[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.]


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[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]