leftinbasketforfbi | 6th Recovery Δ Audio/Action for Violet City Φ Forward-dated to this evening

[He's sticking to audio because he doesn't want anyone seeing him right now, but his Pokemon are mobbing him and he'd have difficulty keeping his hands free long enough to actually type anything.]

Uh, hi there. I, uh, I don't know exactly how many people I spoke to the last two days... [Mostly because the thing possessing him was stoned 90% of the time and he can't remember much of anything.] ...but in case I said any different, my name is Spencer. Spencer Reid, actually.

Speaking of, if I, uh, if I was acting out of character? I was sort of possessed by an animal called a Yamask. Turns out a Haunter thought it would be amusing to steal this Yamask's mask, and then put the mask on me. Said Yamask would actually like to apologize for, uh... rebuking anyone who took her for a man; she didn't realize she was actually in the body of a man. [She's totally not apologizing for anything else. Reid's the only one who gets apologies. Damn kids.]

And... I'd also kind of appreciate it if someone could possibly explain what I did, because I don't really remember all that much? And I'd like to give a blanket apology for offending or being rude to anyone. I'm not--usually, I'm really not like that. So I'm sorry for anything I did or said.

[Private to Albert]
I'm, um, not really sure how reliable my memory is this time, but if what I vaguely remember is real, then thank you. And I'm very, very sorry.

If my memory isn't accurate and you don't know what I'm talking about, please disregard me.

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...Or something angry. If Ghost-types truly are linked to the old tower in Lavender, those Yamasks have plenty of reasons to resent humans.

I think they have enough reason to be resentful if we're alive and they're dead. The one who possessed me... the memories need some more time before I can make sense of them, but I think she died very young. She was in high school.

I wouldn't blame her for being angry that we all are having lives she couldn't. [Can he make it known that the idea of actual angry human ghosts floating around in Johto is extremely unsettling for a guy who chases serial killers for a living?]

High school... That's under twenty, is it not? That's... much too young for anyone to die, especially in a world where death is so difficult to achieve. What could possibly have happened?

[He sounds sad about it... but also angry. That poor ghost used to be a girl about his son's age, and now all she can do is fight others like her.]

Yeah. High school where I come from usually lasts from when you're fourteen to when you're eighteen. [Reid pauses, thinking for a while.] I... don't remember much. The forest. I... I mean, she was with friends, but then she separated from them and got lost. Something happened--a slip and fall or something hitting her head--and it could have been okay if she had gone to the hospital immediately, but she didn't, and she couldn't move or call for help. It got dark and someone eventually found her, but it was too late, and she died in the center.

[Oh God, he's getting a headache. The memories feel separate from him, but at the same time, their imprints are branded in his mind. Crushing helplessness. The feeling of cold darkness. Regret, and wanting to turn back time.

Luckily, that doesn't show up much in his voice. The feelings aren't his, at least for now. They belong to someone else.]

The death rule didn't apply to her.

That makes no sense. A young woman was crushed by an Onix in the middle of a cave, years ago, and she definitely said that she'd woken up in the Pokémon Center immediately after that. Why would that work for foreign trainers but not locals? Such a system should only apply to those who have an official identity in this world, if anything. ...Besides, if she was in a forest, the local Pokémon would have...

[He thinks they would have. He hopes they would have.]

Crushed by a--

[Don't ask, Reid. Don't ask. Or at least ask later when your brain isn't busy spinning like a top from recent possession.]

I don't really remember details. All I know was that there was an accident and no one found her in time. I'm not sure why no animals tried to help her.

She spoke of the experience in a surprisingly upbeat tone, which is admittedly rare even here.

[Not that almost deaths happen that often, but still.]

...If there were many friends with her at the time, perhaps the noise scared them all away.

[That's slightly better than thinking they deliberately left someone to die.]

[It's possible that was either a coping mechanism or her lying about it for attention, but Reid isn't saying that out loud. He knows that not everyone has had BAU experience to make them cynical.]

If she was hit on the head and had a serious concussion, she might have looked like she was sleeping under a tree. Whatever happened, she couldn't call out.

...If this world did not restrain people's magic, Cure and Raise spells might have bought her enough time to live, even if it took a while before she was found.

[Stories like this only make him resent their lack of powers even more. He cannot quite keep the bitterness from his voice.]

[Reid's voice is melancholy when he says,] People in this world don't have that kind of magic. That's reserved for the animals.

People in this world can have psychic powers. Why can they not have other abilities they normally associate with Pokémon? Healing moves are rare, but they do exist.

I've never heard of incidents of naturally occurring healing powers in humans, even here.

And either way... if she was seriously concussed, chances are she wouldn't have been able to do anything with magic anyway.

...I know. But I'd still like to think that she might have had a chance somehow, rather than believe she was no helping her at all.

6th Recovery Δ Audio/Action for Violet City Φ Forward-dated to this evening

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