#001 - New Bark Town
[The camera comes on showing a shot of the floor. It is rapidly spun around, taking much of a basic room. Soft muttering can be heard.]
What the... how does this bloody thing work? The light is on so... I assume it's working. Whatever it does.
[It's finally swung around to show a rather blurry picture of England sat on the bed. He looks particularly grumpy and peers into the camera.]
The technology is certainly better. Hmph. If this is a joke it's a damn poor one. Not that I see how it could be a joke, but I certainly didn't do anything to cause this. Maybe...
[He looks off to one side thoughtfully for a moment.]
In any case, that isn't the point. The point is that I do not like it here and I have things I need to be doing! The war won't run itself. I...
[He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, looking rather tired. A Growlithe leaps up onto the bed next to him, licking his cheek affectionately. He splutters but grudgingly allows the affection.]
Yes yes Gabriel. That's... you're getting me all wet!
[He manages to shove the pokemon away only for it to climb into his lap with a satisfied yip of Growlithe!. England absently starts petting its fur and shifts to get a better angle with the camera.]
It seems prudent to keep a record of this and apparently this machine can contact others. Well, I'm Arthur Kirkland. England. I really have to get back to Britain rather quickly.
What the... how does this bloody thing work? The light is on so... I assume it's working. Whatever it does.
[It's finally swung around to show a rather blurry picture of England sat on the bed. He looks particularly grumpy and peers into the camera.]
The technology is certainly better. Hmph. If this is a joke it's a damn poor one. Not that I see how it could be a joke, but I certainly didn't do anything to cause this. Maybe...
[He looks off to one side thoughtfully for a moment.]
In any case, that isn't the point. The point is that I do not like it here and I have things I need to be doing! The war won't run itself. I...
[He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, looking rather tired. A Growlithe leaps up onto the bed next to him, licking his cheek affectionately. He splutters but grudgingly allows the affection.]
Yes yes Gabriel. That's... you're getting me all wet!
[He manages to shove the pokemon away only for it to climb into his lap with a satisfied yip of Growlithe!. England absently starts petting its fur and shifts to get a better angle with the camera.]
It seems prudent to keep a record of this and apparently this machine can contact others. Well, I'm Arthur Kirkland. England. I really have to get back to Britain rather quickly.