The 1st Roar | Accidental Video / Action for New Bark Town

[usedroar]

[It wasn't that his PokéGear was looking particularly tasty that afternoon, nor was it giving off any significantly threatening sort of air...

[No, twas curiosity that caused the cat to chomp down on his hard metal device, succeeding only in unintentionally beginning a broadcast and scaring the absolute piss out of himself.]

What the--!

[Yup. That shiny rock you just bit sure did just make a sound, and now that you've pulled it far away enough from your face to see what's going on on its screen, you...

[...yelp like a little cub and chuck it across the way!

[Goooood going.]

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[usedroar]

No, you're just not making any sense.

What are...panties?

[foolishwren]

_[...]

... Uhh.

Hm.

... Underwear?

Tighty-whities?

... I guess in your case, manties would be a better choice.

_{[... Wait.]}

Are you even wearing anything?

[usedroar]

What? You mean this?

[He says, tugging at the collar of his t-shirt.]

I guess so...

[foolishwren]

Okay. Whew.

The thing you're wearing THERE is your shirt.

The stuff below THAT?

Panties.

Manties.

Whatever.

It's what stops you from walking around swayin' in the wind, is what I'm saying.

[usedroar]

[Wrinkling his nose, he glances down at the fabric covering his legs. That must be what she means by panties, but...]

What are you talking about?

[foolishwren]

Clothing.

I am talking about clothing.

Are you familiar with the concept of clothing?

[usedroar]

No, I'm not familiar with the concept of clothing.

[And he doesn't really appreciate your tone, thanks.]

I'm not familiar with the concept of...any of this!

[Wide gesturing to the air around him.]

[foolishwren]

... Okay. Hold up.

Has anyone explained any of this to you?

[usedroar]

No, as a matter of fact, they haven't.

[He says with a growl. It's really starting to get irritating.]

[foolishwren]

Oh.

_{[Well... that puts it into perspective.]}

... Okayyy. So.

Well.

... This is a different world from wherever you came from, and chances are everyone you're talking to on this screen is like you, someone who was brought here from somewhere else.

_{[The teasing is gone from her tone. She hadn't realized how confused he really WAS.]}

[usedroar]

[He appreciates that, at least. Or...he would if he weren't still so frustrated...]

That's not possible...

[Because being turned into a different species apparently isn't sending the message that this isn't exactly supposed to make sense.]

[foolishwren]

'Fraid it is.

Even if you don't believe me, it doesn't change the facts.

[usedroar]

[If he could manage pacing, he would. You can hear it in his voice.]

No...no, this doesn't make any sense, I--

[He pauses, mind reeling. This doesn't make any sense...him being here, him being like...this...talking rocks?

[But it doesn't matter...none of that matters, it doesn't even matter whether or not he believes it, he just--]

I have to get home...

I can't stay here, I have to get home.

[foolishwren]

_{[Damn it's awkward being the one who has to break the news to somebody. :I]}

... Well...

I know it's hard to hear, but you can't. Pretty much everybody has to go home but there's pretty much no way out until this place decides it's sick of you and poofs you back home.

[usedroar]

What?

No...

No, you're lying! There has to be a way home, I can't stay here!

[foolishwren]

Look, I may not be the nicest person ever, but what reason would I have to lie to some poor dude who just showed up?

1/2

[usedroar]

I don't--

I don't know why, I just--

[A frustrated growl.]

There has to be a way! They can't just...keep us here, they didn't even--

[What? Ask? He doesn't even know who "they" are, but if they could knock him out, turn him human, and take him to a world with magic animals and talking rocks...]

2/2

[usedroar]

[He clenches his jaw for a moment, so tightly that his teeth squeak beneath the pressure...

[Went it relaxes, his frustration is replaced with...defeat.]

There has to be a way...

She'll think I've abandoned her...

[foolishwren]

_{[Man. Poor guy.]}

... Look, not that it'll make you feel any better, but I'm not sure there IS a 'they'.

It's just the way things are, here.

1/2

[usedroar]

[He stays quiet for a moment, head hung, eyes closed and facing the ground, expression bearing no sign of hope.

[It's not fair.

[He'd only just managed to find fulfillment in his life, to find peace...to find her. And now he's supposed to just sit here and accept that it's all over? That there's nothing he can do to get back to her? That all of his struggle was in vain?]

2/2

[usedroar]

No...

[He raises his head, eyes blazing as he locks his gaze with Heather's.]

I will not abandon them.

I will return to Pride Rock.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Waaaait a second. Pride ROCK? Who was this guy, Simba?]

[... Nah, doesn't sound enough like Matthew Broderick.]</sub>

Okay. That's fair.

Look, I'm not the one keeping you here.

The GOOD news is, not many people stay here for long.

They come and go. And when they go... all evidence points to them going home.