towerofanimus | 7th pokeball

Characters: John Egbert and YOU
Setting: Meadow floor; March 1-3
Format: either
Summary: Followup to this post. John managed to catch the soul extraction process on tape. Not wanting to expose himself any more than necessary, he avoided sharing it on the network and instead put note in everyone's mailbox. Now he's waiting to see if anybody responds.
Warnings: Probably just language

[Just as his note detailed, John can be found in the middle of the meadow floor between 1pm and 4pm on March 1st-3rd.]

[Not wanting to waste any time, he decides to train his Litwick and Zorua while waiting for people to show up by pitting them against one another in a play-battle. Yeah...experience gainage will be a slow process this way. He'll have to go monster hunting later. His Dusknoir floats at his side, arms crossed over his chest as he watches over the fight.]

[Now hopefully anybody who's here about the tape will be able to recognize him based on the dumb little doodle on his note...]

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[Unnerving insanity incidents aside... Jade really had no idea what was going on. Dax had gotten eaten? Something about souls? All she knew was that it kind of made her want to puke.

So regardless, she showed up as soon as she could, taking an odd confidence in seeing the ghost Pokemon lurking around next to John.]

Uh... hey.

[From his [lace seated on the ground, John leans his head back to look upside down at Jade, grinning.]

Sup.

Nothin' much.

[She took it as an invitation to cross her legs and take a seat next to John. Which, even if it wasn't an invitation, she'd probably have done it anyway.]

Except maybe the state of my soul or something, but I'll leave that up to further scientific inquiry.

[It was totally an invitation, it's cool.]

Heh...here. [He hands her his Pokegear, video loaded but paused at the beginning.] Tap the screen and let science do the talking then. You can turn it off once the screen starts shaking and you get shots of my feet and shit. Left it running a little long.

A+ documentary filmmaking, from the world's one and only, John Egbert.

[There was a ghost of a smirk on her face, before she hit the play button and started paying attention to the video, her face your typical course of Strider Stoic as she watched the events fold out on screen.

Of course, your first hint that something might have been wrong was that she didn't bother turning it off when it had just devolved to the shaky cam effects. She just kind of...let the video end on its own, and it was only when it finished that she realized she had let it run for so long anyway.]

U-Uh. I. Oops.

[...]

Uh.. here. [And she absently moved to hand the Pokegear back to John.]

I know, right? I am a shoo-in for the spooky tower Oscars.

[He chuckles, falling silent as she watches. He's trying his hardest not to think about what's on the screen, so he doesn't even realize that Jade has run over the time until she's returning his 'gear.]

[And that's when he notices that something is a little...off. He hasn't known Jade Strider all that long, but he's familiar enough with his own Jade and Dave to know that something isn't quite right.]

...Jade?

Uh.

[Wow she really needed to think of something more intelligent to say-- She looked up again as if with a start to turn her attention back to John, adjusting her sunglasses.]

Yeah? I mean... That was...kinda something. Feels like we're right out of a Sci-Fi flick now. Too bad we're not careening through space at five times the speed of light.

Pfftt, implying this whole situation didn't feel like a cliche sci-fi b-film before all this. But...yeah to be honest I think I would rather be in a spaceship right now.

[He puts the 'gear back in his pocket with a sigh.]

But bad jokes aside, you okay?

At least then there'd be a cooler view than a bunch of fog and we might run into some aliens.

[But she would so much rather talk about the bad jokes...

Though the fact that there was a sizable, odd silence where Jade was just fiddling with the edges of her scarf right now were pretty telling that things weren't really OK.]

Sure. I don't know. [...] I mean, it's not like I'm... not used to my body just getting fixed up, I guess.

[John scratches the back of his head. Jade you're simultaneously both really easy and ridiculously hard to talk to and deal with, you know that?]

Well...that may be. But this is a little different than just fixing up wounds or something, don't you think? Even different from what I imagine god tiering must be like. [A beat.] I know I'm not the same John you know from back home but if you want to talk about it...or anything really just. [Another pause. Wow words are hard.]

I'm here, I guess is basically what I am trying to say.

[World were a hell of a lot easier when they were talking over a computer terminal instead of face to face, that's for sure.]

...I'm not sure I'd even know how to talk to my John anymore if I did see him anyway.

[Another moment, and she looked up a bit at John, still looking a bit sad, but a small smile on her face.] Thanks, bro.

[I know, right? Words are harder in person.]

[John beams, giving her the thumbs up.]

No prob.

[Dorky as hell-- but Jade brought one hand up to return the thumbs up.]

Just make sure you stick around, OK? Otherwise you'll miss the exciting next act of this ludicrous horror-drama.

[And she'd be pretty down if she ended up losing another ecto-bro to the dust of the Tower.]

Don't worry Jade. I'm not leaving until we all get to leave.

[Because it's just not worth it any other way.]

Good. [A surprisingly bright smile for such a sour topic!]

And I'm holding you to it you know-- if you ditch out early I'm grabbing someone with spacey powers and going on a quest of paradox justice in your universe.

[John laughs but says nothing. Instead, he holds his hand out to Jade, pinky finger extended.]

[She takes a few seconds just looking at his extended finger, but nevertheless relents, holding out her own hand and wrapping her pinky around his.

God, what a nerd.]

[He just grins the whole time, kind of raising his eyebrows in a way that clearly says "come ooonnnnnn" before she finally indulges his moment of utter ridiculousness.]

[And then they shake on it.]

There. Now you know that shit is legit and unbreakable.

[She snickers quietly, but nevertheless concedes to the shake, before finally releasing and taking her hand back.]

That is a legally binding contract now, broski. I hope you know what you've gotten into.

7th pokeball

March 2nd let's mix it up

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