[Video/Action for THE WOODS somewhere outside Violet and off the Routes.]

[yoctogram]

((Backdated to May 20th)

[The Pokegear clicks on to show

and is accompanied by the complaints of a pair of Eevees explaining to any Pokemon listening that they are cold, tired, hungry, and their trainer is completely insane.

[One of them hops out of the frame and then the 'Gear is moved in a wobbly circle. Sho is trying to remove a wild Caterpie from his face where it is expressing it's disapproval of the whole situation, his Zorau is staring morosely at his now-furless tail, Sho's Flareon is apologising loudly to the Zorau, and the majority of the rest of the Pokemon are doing their best to comfort Jack Frost, who is propped up against a tree with his head in his hands; the perfect picture of someone who has reached the end of his rope and is now swinging with no hope of help.]

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[belphe]

[It's been a long time since Belphegor has been by herself. In her own world, her sisters are a constant accessory. In this world, she had been trailed after from the start. But, she's found that walking the paths alone, setting her own schedule, and training as she likes has been very therapeutic. She is, in fact, enjoying the rare luxury of a midday nap beneath a tree when she's jarred awake by a cream-colored muzzle nudging her insistently]

Mnn...Hades? [she asks, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as the rapidash promptly drops her pokegear, where chaos is unfolding on the screen, into her lap with a snort as if to say Can you believe this shit? She studies the scene for a long moment, eyes narrowing slightly. She'd scarcely been gone a few days and already everything had dissolved into chaos...?

The pad of her thumb hovers over the power switch, and then hesitates. Despite her misgivings with their trainer, the pokemon themselves hadn't done anything wrong. ...and certainly didn't deserve all of this. She gives a deep-chested sigh, sitting up a bit straighter beneath the tree. Why is her life a lightning rod for dramatics?]

[the audio feed asks one simple question]

Where are you?

[Action to pass the time because I can't help it]

[justanexpression]

[The fire had really sort of been the last straw. Luckily, the pokemon all seem to agree with him. It's a small comfort.]

You know, I'm pretty sure dying like this would set a new record.

[Patch chitters sadly from his lap. Really, what else can she do but agree?]