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[the feed goes on to a... rather... odd-looking man smiling down at the camera: 'odd' mainly because of that blue hair-swoosh-thing going around his head like a halo of sorts. he might be familiar to a couple of faces here and there, if it weren't for his lack of usual glasses. new arrival? possibly, though he's looking significantly calmer than the average newbie. in fact, one could say that he almost looks... anxious? excited?
well, he's certainly not demanding to go home.]
I must say, this is quite the shock! I'm not entirely sure how my captors had managed to bring me here without my Pokémon's or my own knowing, along with surgically adding on these wings with no complications, so I must applaud them for doing so! It must have taken a rather powerful anesthesia for this to be feasible.
[so yeah, it doesn't look like he cares much about being abducted, since he's just rambling at this point. he holds the book high for a moment before bringing it close... very close. he squints his eyes.] This book is quite the technological anomaly, too. Apparently it functions as a form of communication... Very similar to a cross-transceiver I'm guessing. A bit bulky for my tastes, but quite fascinating-- it even has paper pages like a real book! I wonder how the inventor made this sort of thing feasible...!
[he finally draws the book away, though apparently his smile disappeared. he sighs.]
Although I wish they had left me with more than just my lab coat... I can hardly see properly without my glasses, much less perform a proper examination on these wings. [he's not paying attention to it, but if one can listen closely, they can hear something that's akin to an alien's chirping-- if they ever heard such a sound. by the way, he's back to smiling.] Well, I'm quite sure all of this is being broadcasted... so! If anyone happens to find a pair of blue-framed glasses, I would be very much appreciativuuUUWOAH!!
[a sudden brown blur distorts the image and then SPLOOSH!! the book goes flying out of his hand and snaps shut when it hits the ground.]
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[if you happened to be in town, you may have been witnessing one of three things happening: one is of said man stumbling around with a hand out in front of him, almost as though he'd run into a street post if he didn-- oh, just like that. two is very brief: a whoosh of something brown flies right past you, followed by a very shrill, very annoying, succession of chirps.
number three is what you see now: said brown blur rams right into said man's face and they both fall right into the Conveniently Placed fountain. whatever that brown blur was, it sure is happy to see him, though the man isn't quite as happy.]
[the feed goes on to a... rather... odd-looking man smiling down at the camera: 'odd' mainly because of that blue hair-swoosh-thing going around his head like a halo of sorts. he might be familiar to a couple of faces here and there, if it weren't for his lack of usual glasses. new arrival? possibly, though he's looking significantly calmer than the average newbie. in fact, one could say that he almost looks... anxious? excited?
well, he's certainly not demanding to go home.]
I must say, this is quite the shock! I'm not entirely sure how my captors had managed to bring me here without my Pokémon's or my own knowing, along with surgically adding on these wings with no complications, so I must applaud them for doing so! It must have taken a rather powerful anesthesia for this to be feasible.
[so yeah, it doesn't look like he cares much about being abducted, since he's just rambling at this point. he holds the book high for a moment before bringing it close... very close. he squints his eyes.] This book is quite the technological anomaly, too. Apparently it functions as a form of communication... Very similar to a cross-transceiver I'm guessing. A bit bulky for my tastes, but quite fascinating-- it even has paper pages like a real book! I wonder how the inventor made this sort of thing feasible...!
[he finally draws the book away, though apparently his smile disappeared. he sighs.]
Although I wish they had left me with more than just my lab coat... I can hardly see properly without my glasses, much less perform a proper examination on these wings. [he's not paying attention to it, but if one can listen closely, they can hear something that's akin to an alien's chirping-- if they ever heard such a sound. by the way, he's back to smiling.] Well, I'm quite sure all of this is being broadcasted... so! If anyone happens to find a pair of blue-framed glasses, I would be very much appreciativuuUUWOAH!!
[a sudden brown blur distorts the image and then SPLOOSH!! the book goes flying out of his hand and snaps shut when it hits the ground.]
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[if you happened to be in town, you may have been witnessing one of three things happening: one is of said man stumbling around with a hand out in front of him, almost as though he'd run into a street post if he didn-- oh, just like that. two is very brief: a whoosh of something brown flies right past you, followed by a very shrill, very annoying, succession of chirps.
number three is what you see now: said brown blur rams right into said man's face and they both fall right into the Conveniently Placed fountain. whatever that brown blur was, it sure is happy to see him, though the man isn't quite as happy.]
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beheeyem certainly has quite the interest on the new arrival though! he starts to chirp and float around red out of sheer curiosity. funny creature! are you a pokémon??]
Ahh-- thank you! I'm quite alright. [seeing as how he doesn't even want to risk getting up in water without 20/20 vision, he'll more than happily reach out and accept this gentleman's--
paw?]
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Give me your name.
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[the way he asks that in response to his aid's demand is all in good humor, as evident from his smile-- clearly he is not at all offended nor does he know the reasoning behind it. he highly doubts this guy knows about his involvement with Team Plasma: it was heavily under wraps and the only person who knew about it was mei.
he moves to wrap his coat around him to not cause any sort of embarrassment (darn white pants...) before giving his answer:]
I am Colress, a Pokémon researcher.
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I knew it. Why are you here?!
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regardless, beheeyem doesn't like how this dog-person is manhandling his trainer (which is a bit too easily since colress is a twig), so he'll be getting between the two, green eyes glowing a menacing blue. BACK OFF FROM HUMAN TRAINER, CREATURE.]
Easy now, I mean no harm! [his free hand instantly goes up in surrender.] I was brought here likely as suddenly as you were, so even if I wished to answer that question, I would not be able to.
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[He lets go with one hand briefly, but only to drive a fist at the man's face...]
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colress is now pretty sure that this is a case of mistaken identity because as far as he knows, the only person he's familiar with that has a temper like this is mei's friend, hugh, and he's only barely taller than her. this guy doesn't even sound anything close to hugh!
colress doesn't even make a move to block or dodge the attempted punch since, well, he's pretty pinned and screwed... except beheeyem's still around and really not liking the way this guy's suddenly picking a fight when colress did nothing wrong. time for a psychic intervention!! beheeyem's eyes and fingers begin to glow as it uses Psychic to freeze red in his tracks, his fist stopping only mere millimeters from his face. colress doesn't flinch even once.
sorry bro. no bruisin's today.]
...Well, that could have been ugly.
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[Some of the shock, rage, and tension recedes, letting Red think more clearly. This man really wasn't acting anything like Blanck; it'd only been his appearance that riled him up. There was still a chance, he thought, but perhaps he was wrong. Not that he'd admit that...]
Nnnnrgh... [...and he's still struggling.]
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[using this opportunity, colress manages to free himself from red's clutches, taking a few steps back when he finally does so. beheeyem also moves, closer to colress's side while still keeping up the psychic as much as he can-- it's taking quite a bit more effort but he should still be able to hold it for a while.
despite his smile, colress's general being radiates an aura of serious business, if his hands moving behind his back were of no indicator. he's got some questions and, unlike this guy, he's going to go about it as calmly as possible.]
Evidently, what we're witnessing here is a case of mistaken identity. I may not be able to see you very well due to my lack of glasses, but I can say for certain that I had most definitely never seen you in my life. So, was there any necessity for needlessly attacking me?
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...Before I got taken from my world, two humans showed up and started t' wreck the city I was in. Until Luceti, they were the only two I'd seen. You look a lot like one a' them, an' I just kinda reacted.
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[the situation sounds vaguely familiar to him: he did indirectly cause opelucid city to be frozen in ice that wouldn't melt even under the sun's rays, after all. still, he's learned his lesson (somewhat) and dropped everything he had concerning Team Plasma the moment he heard that ghetsis fell.
still, the comparison has him feeling a bit sour, though that passes quick enough. he takes a moment to seemingly mull over his words before smiling back at red once more.]
It's no good to assume that I am that particular person simply because I bear a resemblance to them, though. First impressions are never a good thing, wouldn't you agree?
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I'm sorry. [He's directing that at both Colress and the Beheeyem.] Can you call off that thing? I'm not gonna fight you.
[Although... he's still a little suspicious of the man, but he'll try to put that aside for now. A second impression is his next priority.]
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still, with a wave of his hand, colress commands that beheeyem lets him go. there's hesitance from the pokémon (what if creature tries to attack human trainer again...?), but beheeyem eventually relinquishes his hold on red. for now.
he's got his eyes on you, buddy.]
Now then! Let's try this again, hm?
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[This man has nothing to do with the situation back home. It may or may not be true, but Red has to give him the benefit of the doubt right now. So, he approaches quietly, hand outstretched.]
I'm Red Savarin. Wish we coulda met less stressfully. [Getting dragged from your home and into an entirely unfamiliar world tends to get to a person, after all.]