[The video flicks on while America’s trying to work out how the thing works, clicking buttons without even trying to read the manual first. He’s pulled the map out of his Backpack which isn't much help. It’s pretty obvious too, considering the clueless expression he’s giving it
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America! How long has it been since you arrived?
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Hey, France! [Nevermind that he's waving at the camera like a loon and then suddenly laughing about it.] I think about an hour or two ago? [It's a little embarrassing that all this time he's been getting lost in New Bark Town and that he's already forgotten certain manuals and his clothing. Oops.]
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Please stop shaking the camera.
[He sighs a bit, trying to focus on America.]
So you've met the crazy woman who thinks she's everyone's mother, then? She's thrown you out and left you to fend for yourself?
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Uh, yeah. [Speaking of which, worst. bento. ever. He's already hungry again-
Not like that matters, he's trying to not be pathetic about that. Or that he forgot some of his stuff and had to try and go back for it.]
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[France sighs and shakes his head.]
That woman...
[He obviously finds her personally offensive. And creepy.]
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What year are you from? Sometimes this place takes us from different points in time.
[He realizes something now.]
You're going to need more clothes than that.
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Which isn't going to happen, apparently.]
Huh? Year? [That makes him pause and look even more confused.] 2011.
[Thanks for that observation there, France, he is rather aware of that. Which is why he looks a little miffed.]
My coat's inside. [He jerks his thumb in the direction of the house he came from.]
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It was 2010 when I left.
[France still believes--in varying degrees, depending on the current evidence--that the world has ended and they're all dead. At the same time, Netherlands said that it was 2011, too, when he came back...]
[At the state of America's coat, France frowning, indignant on America's behalf.]
She steals things from us now, too?! I swear, that -
[He cuts himself off by pointing at America through the 'Gear.]
Steal it back.
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Though that did make him think about it. Maybe he should try kicking the door down instead of just banging on it?]
It wouldn't let me back in.
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She never does. I've only seen people get back in by destroying part of the house to regain...
[He frowns suspiciously.]
Wait. "It"? She's a woman, still, right?
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The house wouldn't!
[He's kind of tempted to kick the door down though...]
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America...
[He tries another approach, giving America a pouty, imploring look.]
Don't you want to have your coat so you can come and visit Big Brother?
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Though really, he just wants his coat.]
Uh, right. [He should sound more convincing, shouldn't he?] Though I don't even know where you are...
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I'm actually rather far from where you are. I'm in Olivine City.
[A beat.]
You should hurry up and come visit me.
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I don't have a Pokémon to ride though.
[He's not going to mention that he might take a while trying to find the way too...]
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