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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Mmm, yeah. I have technically been in a couple different worlds before this one but all of them have computers. They killed the network access on my Pokegear, but luckily all the other functions still work. Including video.

[After queuing up the video, he hesitates before handing the device over.]

Look, I'm sorry I decided to show this to people without saying anything. Suddenly in retrospect that seems a little rude. I just wanted to help people understand. I think we all deserve a better explanation than some off-hand comment by a giant monster.

...no, it's okay. People need to know the truth.

[She takes the device, holding it carefully before looking down at the screen. Right, here goes nothing... she takes a deep breath and starts the video, trying to steady herself for what's to come. Just from what she's heard, she knows it can't be pleasant.

...and it's not. John will see the growing expression of horror on her face as the video progresses, until finally her eyes are locked on her soul, separated from her body as the body is squeezed out of that thing - she's had enough, and she shoves the camera back at him.]

T... take it back! I don't want to watch this anymore! I-I...

Good, good...

[He's glad that she is, indeed, not mad but he only feels worse as she watches the tape. The image has been pretty well burnt into his mind by now, even though he's only seen the tape once himself. Once and in-person was more than enough.]

[He fumbles the 'gear as she thrusts it back to him, closing it but keeping it in his hands as he gives her a concerned look. He's not really sure what to say or do here. Seeing his own dead body was traumatic enough. He can only imagine that this is ten times worse.]

I'm sorry, Sheba.

[She's trembling, staring at her hands where the Pokegear had been, and trying to take deep, calming breaths. It was just a video. It had already happened. If she had her way it wasn't going to happen again...]

I-it's... not your fault. I chose to watch it...

I can't believe they do that to us...

[John sighs. He knows full well that it's not his fault it was really just the only thing he could think to say. In fact, he still has no idea what to say.]

[Because, really, there's nothing you CAN say in a situation like this. So instead, John pockets his gear and pulls Sheba into a tight hug. Yeah, it's probably a little awkward all things considered but if it helps? He really doesn't care.]

..!

[Sheba tenses - this isn't the first time she's gotten a sudden hug in the past few days, but it never seems to stop surprising her. After a moment, though, she hugs John back, because even though they don't know each other well, there's something comforting about a hug at a moment like this.]

Th-thanks... [Her voice is a little muffled.] Sorry, I - didn't think I'd get so freaked out, um...

It's okay. Honestly, I think I would be a little surprised if it didn't freak you out. [He pats her back somewhat awkwardly. He's not going to end the hug until she's ready to though.]

Hell, it freaked all of us out and we didn't even see ourselves so...

[A moment or two passes before Sheba finally pulls away from the hug; when she does, she manages a small smile and brings a hand up to wipe at her eyes.]

It's... strange to think about. All of that. It's... [She frowns, dropping her hands from her face so she can stare at them.] ...these weren't even my hands until... what, a week ago? What would happen if I got a scar while I was here? Would they know to put it on whatever my next body was? ...I keep thinking like that, and I want to find out, but I don't want to go through that again...

What are we even supposed to do from now on? What were we ever supposed to do here?

...I don't understand it at all...

[John rubs at his elbow, frowning a little. She brings up a good point that he hadn't really even considered. They can return all their belongings to them with each successive body but...the bodies themselves...]

[It all depends on where and when the bodies come from. Were they all premade upon arrival? Are they created constantly each and every day?]

[John is silent for a good minute or so, before a small determined smile crosses his face.]

Well. I don't know what we were supposed to do here but I know what we need to do from now on!

What do you mean..?

[She's not following his line of thought, and as bothered by this entire situation as she is, trying to read his mind doesn't even occur to her. She just looks at him, waiting for an answer.]

We find a way out! A way to completely overthrow the admins and escape from this place! That's what we need to do.

...right!

[Sheba manages a small smile at that.]

There's... a lot more of us than there are of them. [They just had to avoid anyone getting eaten by Ruana.] If we all put our heads together, we can think of something...

Strength in numbers, exactly! And there are a lot of really smart people here. If we can just all keep our heads and work together...I'm sure we can get out.

I hope you're right... I want to believe that.

Someday we'll all be able to go home. Or... at least get out of this place.

[John nods.]

Even if they're right about our worlds...there must be some out there that haven't been destroyed yet. Hell, those visitors last month were proof of that much.

[He puts his hands in his pockets and glances towards the ceiling. He still really doesn't want to believe that there worlds are gone but...BUT....]

And surely ONE of them is an improvement over this godforsaken tower.

7th pokeball

WEH

/patpat

oh no sheba why

argh the muse kept going "I can take it" but NOPE. NOPE SHE CAN'T. OKAY THEN. /face in hands

bby :c

;~;

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