Sion Astal

While I realize that the mystery of the so-called 'bloobers' is probably foremost in peoples' minds at the moment, but I thought it might be interesting to consider something else for a while. Namely, just what sort of worlds does everyone come from? Do they have technology and devices similar to this one, or something different altogether? What about things such as magic? Are there many countries, or just a few? And so on.

Share as much or as little as you'd like; I for one would be curious to hear it.

*it's been a day of off an on drizzly rain throughout Johto today, and on the evening of this chilly wet day a post appears on the network from Sion. Unusual for him, it's in text. Even more unusual (not that, in theory, anyone but Sion knows), he's actually set up a filter to prevent his best friend from seeing it....*

Such melancholy weather as this leads to melancholy thoughts. If there are any who care to indulge my morbid curiosity, I wonder if there's anyone who's done something out of necessity that they've regretted. Or perhaps plans to do? What is it like to live with such a decision?


*...should anyone wish to seek him out in person, he can be found sitting in a quiet cafe somewhere in Ecruteak, reading a book that's piqued his interest*

*once again, a certain someone's Yamask is floating in the background behind Sion as he records, but he seems to be paying it no mind*

Since it sounds as though quite a few people are planning to go to that event being graciously hosted by Blackthorn's gym leader, I was wondering if anyone had any advice about something...

*he shifts the camera to point at a pile of pokeballs, and even more pokemon lounging about the room behind them*

Just how do you go about deciding which pokemon to bring with you?

*he pauses, then adds*

Ah, and Arturia, might I expect to join us there, as well?

*Hello, Route, have a certain silver-haired king with an almost uncharacteristically bewildered expression on his face*

Now, I realize that there's a number of Pokemon which can evolve in more than one various ways, such as how Eevee can become one of seven different ones, but...

*he turns the camera, panning past a Ninjask that's sitting quietly in the grass nearby to zoom in on a Shedinja*

...But is it normal for one to evolve into two separate ones at once?

*It's still fairly early Saturday morning when the video appears on the PGC network, showing a certain silver-haired trainer who looks like he's already been up and about for a few hours. The indistinct sounds of a wild pokemon battle can be heard in the background*

Out of curiosity, has anyone noticed if there's any patterns to the sort of personalities different types of the pokemon have? I can't say I've met enough to know, myself, but I can't help wondering if there's certain traits typical for particular species...

*A sudden battle-cry of "viiiine!" can be made out in the background, and Sion looks away for a moment, giving the feed a brief view of an Eevee peeking out shyly on his shoulder from behind the cover of his long hair. There's an answering roar of surprise and a sound like flames, and Sion gives a slight sigh before turning back to the 'Gear*

By the way, Ryner, Ferris, since the weather has improved lately, we ought to get moving. I'll expect the two of you to have started preparations by the time I get back.

*And with that the video ends as he goes to deal with a certain Servine who's picking fights with fire-types now. Though really, who gets up to train that early in the morning anyway??*

*here, have an image of a young man with long, silver hair and an outfit that's most definitely not suited to any kind of journey appear on the screen*

Ah, hello. I'm afraid I'm not quite sure how I came to be here- wherever "here" is- but if there's anything anyone could tell me, I'd certainly be glad to hear it. In particular, if anyone could direct me to the nearest place I could acquire more than just one change of clothes. Not that I don't appreciate being given one, but...

*doesn't bother elaborating beyond that; his ridiculously long, silken robes probably speak for themselves just fine. seems about to leave it at that, when something seems to prod him and there's a soft but stern "absol!" from just out of sight of the screen*

Ah, yes, something rather warmer would probably be for the best, as well.

*the following "...sol." possibly sounds less than satisfied, but by then Sion's already turning off the broadcast*