To be a true hero, kid, is a dying art

[instead of his usual video posts, Sora's turned on only audio this afternoon on account of his hands are full-- the 'gear must be attached to his belt or something, because his voice sounds kind of far off, and almost drowned out by the sound of him shifting around a huge box filled with bottles and trinkets and who knows what else in his arms. as far away and soft as his voice is, he sounds positively ecstatic.]

You guys should see everything I just got at the mart! It's all kinds of good stuff! These are gonna make make fantastic prizes for games and whatever else on Monday. If you're running a booth or something, lemme know and I'll--

[gosh, it's a good thing he wasn't saying anything important, because he's suddenly interrupted by a deafening roar that sounds like it's only a few feet away from the pokégear.]

What the--

[crunch. there's the sound of kid yelling and Pokémon blaring its vocal chords, followed by two large thuds and the tinkle of shattering glass.]

[whatever hit him must have knocked the 'gear off his belt, because the video feed suddenly flicks on to show its view from the grass. he's sprawled out on the ground, the box and its contents broken and scattered all around, and Sora has suddenly found himself nose-to-nose with an enraged Pokémon, plumes of flames billowing in his jaws. someone is not pleased to have lost his original trainer, and is even less pleased to have been unwillingly passed off to this new trainer.]

[happen to be in Violet? it's not too late to fetch the marshmallows! watching the video feed? grab some popcorn and enjoy the impending boss battle-- luckily, Sora has some experience with dragons. sort of.]

[look out, Violet City Pokécenter, because not only has Sora's shift filing papers and such ended, but it's Friday-- pay day! he has amassed more pokédollars in three days than he's ever had in his entire life, and he is positively psyched about his new-found riches. pokémon and random town citizens alike scatter when he bursts through the door, his fist that's clutching the envelope pumped in the air triumphantly-- sorry if you happened to be on your way in; he might have just mowed you down in all of his victory.]

Ohhhh yeah! Who wants dinner?

[he's met with a loud chorus from his pokémon-- particularly the tiny little Togepi holding the pokégear. when Sora notices the feed's running, he bends down to look at it, grinning. hello, network!]

Hey, can I ask you guys something?

[ooc; Sora has lame victory poses. :V]

[behold, Johto network: a Weedle! half of a Weedle's face, anyway; it's nested comfortably against the pokégear and is clearly not interested in its goofy-looking new Trainer trying to get it back in its pokéball. Sora's hand is visible every so often as he tries to pry the Weedle off of his pokégear, but that bug ain't budgin'- it even takes a few shots at Sora's hand with its stinger every so often, yelling out a "Weedle!" in warning. every attempt to plain recall the Weedle results in what Sora would consider some pretty impressive dodging for a giant stinging worm, if said giant stinging worm wasn't trying to dodge him. the pokégear is Weedle's territory now, buddy, best find yourself a new one.]

Oh, come on!

[completely cowed by a bug, fantastic! at least Riku isn't around to see this.. if one happens to be around Route 30/31, they'll probably see Sora scooting toward his pokégear on all fours, pokéball held out for a surprise attack. he got the bug in the ball once, he's going to do it again, gosh darnit.]

[When the video feed first clicks on, there isn't much in the way of visuals except blackness, interspersed with the occasional flash of dull light. The sounds are much more fascinating than the sights, as it were: something is snuffling at the pokégear, and after a moment there's a series of sharp thunks, as if someone were rapping against the microphone. Something is trying to eat it.]

-- Hey! Knock it off! Look, there's food in the bag if you're hungry..

[The feed swings around wildly as Sora snatches away and tries to wipe the pokégear off on his jumpsuit, then stops abruptly as he turns it over in his hand and stares straight into the camera, his expression bewildered. This thing looks more high-tech than the lifts in Hollow Bastion.]

Okay, I'm.. not really sure what I was expecting, but the everlasting Darkness is weird.