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1st Genius α Video/Action for New Bark Ω

[It takes him a bit to figure out how the hell to start the feed. When he finally does, all PokéConnect is treated to the sight of a deceptively calm man dressed in purple pants and a white shirt tied with a gray obi, the traditional psychic’s outfit. An Absol keeps pacing behind him, as if expecting him to fall over at any moment and preparing itself to catch him. Honestly, that’s because it is, since its new Trainer has had a massive panic attack that caused him to pass out once already, and Absol can sense that there will be more to come. This is going to be a long partnership.]

Morgan, if this is a prank, alright. You got me. You win the war.

[The man holds up his hands in defeat, still unnaturally calm.]

I don’t know how you did it, but you can stop now. I get it. You can make the Pokémon go away. Once again, I have no idea how you did it…

[His throat gets tight. He struggles to keep his breathing even.

Please, Morgan. Please oh please make this stop.]

But you can stop it now. I have a lot of work to do, and giving me strange clothes, asking a woman to pretend to be my mother, and trying to make me doubt my own sanity is not helping.

[Please let this be a prank. Please say he’s not completely insane.]

And you can turn off the music while you're at it.

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Please, try to calm down. Take a deep breath. This isn't a very rational situation to have been placed in, but panicking isn't helping anything.

"Normal" definitions just won't work in this place. It's a completely different world. [A pause, but he quickly adds.] I know, it sounds crazy, but there's no other way to explain it. No one else has been able. We've somehow ended up in a completely different world from ours where logic isn't the same anymore.

I'm not sure if any explanation anyone here can give will help make sense.

[Spencer would normally be more curious about the man's clothes and what the hell is moving around in the background, but he's too busy worrying about being schizophrenic at the moment.]

No, I... [He shakes his head. No. No, don't dwell on impossibilities. Focus on ties to reality. Focus on what might be real.] Are you a doctor? Or a scientist? Your coat and gloves--you look like you're working on something.

None of them had heard of him either.

[It's a really, really long story. And Reid was sure to get his revenge.]

What, you mean like in a different dimension? No, no, if string theory is correct, then there are up to twenty-six spatial dimensions, yes, but you don't--you don't just wake up one morning in a different world. That's not how it works.

[This is really upsetting. He needs there to be some kind of sense to be made, some sort of internal consistency. Otherwise, he's definitely gone insane.]

[Ordinarily, questions like those would draw scathing criticism out of Albert — no, of course he's not a doctor, he's just wearing it because it's fashionable — but in the grand scheme of things, what he's faced with here is some kid (for a given value of "kid") who looks like he's about three steps from a complete meltdown, and so at least the small, deliberate remarks and questions aren't coming from a position of misunderstanding or idiocy, but a reasonable coping mechanism to try to calm down.

Which, you know, is actually sensible, and okay, he'll let that one fly. For the moment.]

Forensic pathologist. At the moment, I'm also the best shot a coconut crab has at living out an existence free of mummification and death by parasitic mushroom. You ever heard of a tōchūkasō?

He got you good! [Okay, openly praising this Morgan man.] But you can't be that easy to fool! I mean, look at this place. It looks nothing like back where ever you came from.

This is calm. [Compared to his panic attack from before.]

Rationality--rationality isn't always part of life, but possibility is. In order for something to happen, it doesn't have to be rational, but it has to be possible. This is not possible.

I'll wait.

[Normally, he'd be more wary of a stranger trying to find him, but at the moment it seems to be the least of his worries and he really needs to be near someone in his shoes. He's going to just stand here awkwardly with a weird cat-dog-yin-yang thing staring at him.

Stop staring at him, Absol.

You're not real.

Stop it.]

And then I got him back.

[And it was glorious. BUT! Story for another day.]

I don't even need to be fooled as long as it's inconveniencing for me and amusing for him. I don't know how he would have done any of this, but... [But he has to have done it, or else Reid's insane.]

Edited 2012-09-16 19:41 (UTC)

[She finds him soon enough, and pauses. Trailing behind her and clinging to her skirt is a sableye, its jewels glinting in the sun.

Mio sends it a slightly aggravated look, but she's used to being clung to. Instead she turns her attention back to Spencer and raises her hand in greeting]

Um, hello. [She hopes she didn't just interrupt a staring contest or something. A little self-conscious, she touches the bruising on her neck and shifts her weight]

[Thank you, Albert, you're kind. He's trying very hard to cope and questions and logic are very useful for him.

Also, yeah, it's totally reasonable to think of him as a kid. He could pass as a freakishly tall twelve-year-old and weighs around a hundred fifty pounds soaking wet. People usually think of him as a kid.]

Tōchūkasō. You mean caterpillar fungus? [Yes. Yes, he knows the extremely specific word for caterpillar fungus in Japanese. And no, he didn't even have to think about it.] I thought it generally only infected ghost moth larvae.

A forensic pathologist? [Yay, something he's familiar with!] I'm a forensic psychologist.

You've got time to tell me the story now!

[Because this sounds like it'll be an awesome come-back prank. -Oh yes, important things...]

Dude, really, it isn't a prank. Look, you have a pokemon with you! How you explain those? They're pokemon. They might look like demons, yeah...

[No, no, he is not in the least bit kind. He is simply practical and does not have the patience to suffer hysterics. It's totally different. Totally.

His eyebrows go up, though, at the rapid identification; Tōchūkasō's not exactly a common word, and quite frankly it's only one Albert's become familiar with since acquiring his Paras. His field of expertise isn't in obscure Chinese and Tibetan medicinal remedies, and coming from 1989, the world's a slightly less interconnected place before the commercial advent of the internet, anyway. Which means either the kid is a bucket of facts, or he's got some particular nerdy interest in parasitic fungi, and given the job title he just spouted, it's looking like it's the former.

Good. More smart people. The world needs more smart people. Though preferably not ones prone to hysterics.]

That's right. The variant native to this place — [Hang on, he's got one of the mushrooms in a jar, and reaches over to grab it and hold it up for emphasis.] — infects crabs. If you believe what the local encyclopedia has to say about them — and I'm not necessarily saying I do — at a given point in the life cycle, they don't just mummify the crab, they actually possess it. Seize control of the husk and use it to walk around, go about their business. Welcome to the land of semi-sentient mind-control mushrooms, Alice.

So we took them off, which in and of itself was a miracle considering that the level of medical know-how they've got in this place makes the Dark Ages look like Star Trek, and now I'm keeping an eye on the thing to make sure he's rehabilitating.

[And after that very long explanation, he finally gets around to the most pressing question —]

Forensic psychology, huh? Where'd you go to school?

Hate to tell you, but it's definitely real.

[He spins to look at her.] Oh. Oh, hi, Mio?

[He's hoping he pronounced that right. Also, incoming awkward tactlessness.] That--that bruise. Are you alright? [He jerks forward to look at it, then flinches back, unsure if he should approach her. That's a really weirdly shaped bruise on her neck.]

Yes, and you're Spencer? [His pronunciation was right enough, but she can't dwell on that when he moves.

The sudden movement trips an internal alarm and she flinches back, bringing her arms up in a long-practiced movement as if to ward a blow. As soon as the movement is completed she feels silly and embarrassed, lowering her arms again]

Sorry, I...I'm okay. [Her hand goes to the bruise again. It hurts, but she's started getting used to the ache, and she tries to change the subject]

I'm more concerned about you, really. You looked like you were trying to stare down your--pokemon. [it seems weird to say it out loud, like somehow that makes it real]

[For the first time since he got here. There's a ghost of a smile on his face.] M-maybe another time. I sort of need to take care of this first. [But once he's not flipping out over going crazy, he can tell you all the stories you like.]

To be honest? I can explain that either by Morgan somehow managing a prank, or my hallucinating it all. [He'd rather it not be the latter.]

Y-yeah. Spencer. That's me.

[Oh, she flinched. Someone's been hurting her. Reid swallows, but he doesn't comment. He needs to learn a little more, but he still doesn't like seeing the signs of abuse on anyone.]

Alright. Alright, i-if you're sure. [He feels kind of foolish. He looks down at the Absol that insists on sitting beside him.] I, uh... I'm not used to being near wild animals? Even domesticated animals don't usually like me much.

[Absol reaffirms his suspicion that this will be a long partnership.]

[He has to rub his temples. He needs to lie down again.] Where are you from? [Ask questions. Talk about other people. He needs to shut down part of his brain and just process.]

[she shifts her bag and looks to her sableye, welcoming the change of subject] I never had a pet before. But I guess they're not really 'pets' either. Gamzee said something about getting badges? [But he hadn't been able to provide much more than that.

She looks over at Absol curiously] Yours' looks kind of neat. [It's got a good two feet on her pokemon, but it looks friendly enough.] What's his name?

[Yes, totally, absolutely.

Yes, the kid is basically just a bucket of knowledge. It helps that he remembers everything he's ever read ever without fail and with perfect clarity, and that that usually applies to experiences and hearing things as well.

He's not usually prone to hysterics, he swears.]

Like Ophiocordyceps? [He puts a hand on his chin and leans forward, examining the mushroom through the video. Yes, this is calming him down. Talk of mind control mushrooms is calming him down.] I've heard of species like that which largely target ants, but they're generally localized in Brazilian rainforests and even the largest specimen shouldn't be that big. What size of crab are you working with? I'm assuming you got to the fungus before it managed to connect with the brain.

[Compared to his talk about the fungus, his answering the question is absent. He's often skimpy about sharing details of his life, but it's not about being secretive at all. It's a habit he's picked up because few people take an interest.] Multiple ones. I have more than one degree. Where do you work?

Gamzee? Wh-who's Gamzee? [Reid really doesn't remember much about Pokemon, but he vaguely recalls badges being a part of it.

He looks down at the Absol, still a little nervous. Absol sits down quietly on his hindquarters, looking up at his Trainer with the strangest sense of serenity around him.] I, uh, don't really know. I guess it sort of does belong to me. [Because deep down, he's starting to believe that this isn't a prank. The fact that he's almost undoubtedly in the middle of a psychotic episode has yet to completely sink in, but while he waits for it to do so, he supposes he has to... go along with it.] It... I mean, he. One of the people here said he's a male Absol. I haven't really thought of something to call him.

[Have some disgruntled looking guy all up in the feed. He'd look like any normal human aside from when he speaks you can see he still has sharp fangs, and that accent is so not normal either.]

It ain't a joke, the music wwon't stop and you're stuck here so wwhoewer you are, you're just gonna hawe to deal wwith it.

[Your teeth are sharp.

Why are they sharp.

They should not be sharp.]

Who are you?

[He's already given up telling people that it's not real because they all just keep saying that it is, so he's waiting for Morgan to come and make it go away. Or to finally reemerge from his psychotic break in a few days. In the meantime, he's trying to calm himself down by gathering information.]

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