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Picarats 004 [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO/ACTION IN ROUTE 30]
The man ran around in circles in his area, frantically looking up and down, left and right. Sweat dripped down from his brow, but was it only from all that running?
For someone watching from the network, everything is from a ground view, but it isn't that hard to tell what's going on. Could the Professor's Pokegear been dropped to the floor and accidentally turned on? But what is going on? And what is with all that fog?]
CLAIRE! CLAIRE! ANSWER ME!!
[He suddenly dropped and got on his knees on the cold hard ground. No sooner, he was literally tearing everything away from his sight on the floor. He tossed aside every little piece of stone and twig in his area. This was the place he had his campfire last night, but now it was reduced to nothing but a bare dirt pile with ashes.
Gone was his proper attire and usual calm demeanor. His alternative outfit was wrinkled, dirtied, and was starting to tear from the way he dropped on his knees and ripped through anything that got in the way; glass, pop cans, scrap metal, and just everything. It was a miracle that his hat was still on, though barely. It hung low at an angle. The man looked almost nothing like the proper person he did the previous day.
Gone was his kind smiles and the faces he would make while thinking. What replaced it was fear. Fear as if he never felt before. It shook his whole body and he was on the verge of crying. Tears was pooling up and began to sting his eyes.
Whatever this nightmare he was experiencing, it was one hell of a bad one for him to be shaken up this badly. To make him act so unusual. And...who is this Claire?
The Professor got back up and ran ahead a few steps. He once again frantically looked around.]
CLAIRE! WHERE ARE YOU?
[He pushed aside a large log in his way and began to tear apart another pile of dead twigs that someone or something once used as a campfire. He threw them all away and began to dig into the hard soil of the Earth, his once smooth fingers becoming rough and filled with cuts.
He didn't care. They could take his hands away if they wanted to. He needed to find her. He needed to find Claire. She was calling out his name and she--! She was--!
The Professor stopped digging after a minute. He got up and ran to another area a few steps away only to repeat the process; kept digging until he he couldn't go deeper, then move on.
By his fifth spot, he stayed there on his knees and dug deeper than ever. This was the longest he stayed in one location. This had to be it! This had to be where she was! He'll get her out of all these beams, tiles, lamps, just all this rubble that seemed to come out of nowhere, and they'll go back to their normal days of going out to dinner and exchanging gifts. They'll go back to their normals days of speaking of their future plans and small talk. They'll go back to their normal days of where they'll discuss the new puzzles he heard about and how his mentor, Andrew, was doing. They'll go back to all of that...
So he just keeps on digging...
...and digging...
...and digging... ]
(( OOC: It might be hard to figure out what's going on right now. To put it shortly, everything the Professor is seeing right now is destroyed buildings everywhere. A person named Claire is in these destroyed buildings...yeah...Not really spoilers other than who this Claire person may be. Not that big anyhow. ))
[action!]
[Ohhh, is he talking about how the Professor's top hat was pretty much leaning to the side? Alright, fine then. He fixes his hat and makes it nice and straight on. Although his clothes are still covered in dust and dirt and so as his face and hands. Better than nothing, he supposes.]
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[By adjusting his hat to make it straight, it seems that all he did was make it easier for the evil top hat of death to begin eating away at his head. Oh god it's horrible.]
P-Professor, you have to take off the hat, hurry!
[Hat eating action!] Yeaaaaaaah!
[He doesn't finish that sentence. He almost slipped there.]
A true gentleman never takes his hat off...
[Hat eating action!] Ffffffff-!
[Layton's words fall on deaf ears. Kind of. Luke can hear Layton just fine, but um...
The hat's already devoured the top-half of his face, and doesn't seem to be slowing down. All Luke can see now is the Professor's mouth.
He tries to reach out to do something, but his feet won't take another step forward.]
[Hat eating action!] Oh shit, fell asleep on my laptop last night fff
Luke? What's wrong, my boy?!
[Hat eating action!] It's fine!
[The Professor grabbing his shoulders may have stopped him from running off. But it also gives Luke a nice close-up of the Professor's head nearly being devoured by his hat. Luke handles this about as well as you can imagine, and starts frantically squirming out of his grip.]
[Hat eating action!]
Luke! Calm down! What's wrong?!
[Hat eating action!]
[Despite the big words, Luke is absolutely terrified at the moment.]
[Hat eating action!]
[And his grip doesn't loosen. He's starting to become terrified as well. Even though it seemed like he snapped out of his nightmare, he can still hear those screams and smell death all around him. So, when the one person that actually got him a bit on normal ground is going hysterical as well, the Professor can't help but feel a bit like that himself.]
[Hat eating action!] Man I feel sorry for these two
Mr. Bear! Mr. Bear, help!!
[The Teddiursa, who has been standing bewildered at what's going on, suddenly perks up at the sound of Luke's cries.]
[Hat eating action!] Same here ;A; They need so much tea afterward
Mr. Bear? Someone's wrong with Luke. He won't recognize me. I-I think he's going through a nightmare. Could you get his senses back?
[A sense of urgency could be heard in his voice. Clearly he's freaking out and in dire need of the Teddiursa's help. The best thing that could happen is that Luke can snap out of this. The worst? Well...let's just say that he hopes that Mr. Bear wasn't the type to listen to its trainer's orders when it comes to attacking humans.]
[Hat eating action!] Y-yup
Of course, the little Pokemon has only one way of dealing with a fussy Luke so-]
Ursa!!
[She leaps forward and uh, bites Luke, causing the boy to give a startled yelp. This is how she "convinced" him to be a proper trainer. It's tough love, man, tough love.]
[Hat eating action!]
A-Are you alright, Luke? Do you know who I am? Do you know where we are?
[Hat eating action!]
H-huh, this is...
[Blinking and looking around, before looking right at the Professor.]
Professor, you're alive!
[Hat eating action!]
The Professor lets out a sigh of relief and even gives a smile, to calm both Luke and himself down. Well, as much of a smile as he can in this creepy environment. That bite did do the trick after all. But the man's grip on the boy's shoulders still hasn't loosened.]
Thank Heavens...You're back to your senses, and of course I'm alive. I won't be going anywhere anytime soon, Luke. I promise you that.
Are you alright? I hope that Mr. Bear didn't bite you too hard.
[Hat eating action!]
[Have a b'awwwing shota attached to your waist now.]
It was awful, your hat grew teeth and was growling and it was eating your head-!
[While the nightmare seems to be somewhat over, he's still clearly shaken by the whole thing. Mr. Bear seems pleased with herself for resolving the issues, despite the bite wound she left.
Don't give her that look, he'll live.]
[British gentlemen bawwwing action!]Yes, I am going to change that every time something happens :|
The Professor looks down at his apprentice and places a hand on top of Luke's head. He allows the boy to cry all he wants. If Layton was still a child, he would probably have sobbed his eyes out already. So instead, he tries on an comforting smile. He wasn't going anywhere. Not anytime soon.]
Calm down, my boy. It's alright now. It was just a nightmare. I'm fine now.
I promise that nothing of the sort will ever happen to me or you while we're here. I swear on it as a gentleman. It's alright now.
[British gentlemen bawwwing action!] Huzzah! =3
Al - [sniff.] All right...
[British gentlemen bawwwing action!] Thank God Mr. Bear was still a Teddiursa when she bit Luke
[The Professor hasn't actually seen the exact spot as to where Mr. Bear decided to take a leap and take a good old bite. He was a bit more concerned about trying to get Luke to calm down.]
[British gentlemen bawwwing action!] She will probably be more gentle in the future? ...Maybe? =<
[Pulls back his shirt sleeve, showing where Mr. Bear got him. It's not deep, but enough to show that Mr. Bear means business.]
[British gentlemen bawwwing action!]Oh God, I can just see Luke having his arm just bitten off fffff
Hold on for just a minute, Luke.
[He walks towards the backpack and Pokegear which he dropped as soon as he was hit by that nightmare. He pauses for a few seconds when he passes the area he was digging in just before Luke began to help him regain his senses. His fingers twitched for a moment and he felt the desire to go back to digging and pull out Claire from all that imaginary rubble. But he shoves the thought of it away to pick up his belongings and bringing them with him back to Luke.
The Professor opens his bag and searches for anything to help. He doesn't have anything like disinfectant or any real medical supplies that were meant for humans. It was mainly Pokemon medical supplies in the markets, so for now, Luke had to make do with those little bandages that are used only for paper cuts or a nick on your finger.]
I apologize, my boy. This is all I have at the moment. When we reach Violet, we'll have this treated properly.
[British gentlemen bawwwing action!] Roughhousing gone horrible wrong
It's all right, I don't even feel it!
[He very lightly taps the area close to the wound to prove his point - and winces. Okay, so maybe he felt it a little...]
[Hopefully not roughhousing gone horribly action!]
Don't push yourself, Luke. The last thing we would want is for you to collapse in the middle of all this fog. I don't think Mr. Bear will feel very happy about that.