Audio Log #1 | Action

[mylittlesniperrifle]

[Audio]
[The feed kicks on, but the screen is dark. Seems this will be an sound only. Whoever turned it on has started it mid sentence.]

-come in! Seriously! Come in, Carolina!

[Doesn't sound happy. Epsilon isn't quite sure where he is, and a feminine snickering coming from his gear is making things worse.]

God dammit, just shut up for one moment! I'm trying to reach someone.... radio must be fried. Wait, since when have I needed a- you know what? Forget it. If this is another capture unit, at least it's not Blood Gulch this time.

[Have a few moments of whistling and general noises one would make while bored.]

Yep. This is great. Fuck this peace and quiet. [And the feed cuts out after this.]

[Action]
[Of course Epsilon is sure to take the sassy comm device. It won't shut up and it's his only clue as to where the hell he might be. The map app said something about New Bark Town, which he is going to assume is the place he just left behind. The trainers manual was a boring read, the red and white ball wound up being a bust (little did he know his little Porygon jumped ship into the gear), and now he was tired.

This was not how he had planned his day. Nope. He had tripped a few times and found out the hard way that this was indeed a fleshbag he was in, not his nice little AI or robot body.

Not to mention the music was pissing him off, that sleeping bag was going to be way too small, and why was there laundry soap? Was there enough to wash his armor? Might just have to find out the hard way...

Anyone who comes across this guy on Route 29 will be overhearing quite a swear fest. Very not PG.]

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[secondplacing]

[Carolina's busy training with Stripes and Sheila when this goes up. FILLS, however, is always paying attention to the network.]

HELLO!

IT APPEARS YOU ARE LOOKING FOR MY DESIGNATED TRAINER, AGENT CAROLINA! WOULD YOU LIKE FOR ME TO TAKE A MESSAGE?

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[mylittlesniperrifle]

[Oh gosh F.I.L.S.S. needs to think of a message because her trainer refuses to acknowledge her at the moment.]

HELLO.

MY TRAINER, DESIGNATED WITH THE NAME EPSILON, IS CURRENTLY INDISPOSED. HE IS CONTEMPLATING THE MEANING OF HIS LIFE IN JOHTO. I DO NOT WISH TO DISTURB HIM FOR HE MAY CALL ME 'GOD DAMMIT SHUT UP' AGAIN. MY DATABANK INFORMS ME THAT IS NOT APPROPRIATE.

IF THIS CAROLINA TRAINER WISHES TO SPEAK WITH HIM SHE MAY RETURN HIS CALL WHEN HE IS DONE. ESTIMATED TIME OF COMPLETION: UNKNOWN

[secondplacing]

HMM. I UNDERSTAND SUCH BEHAVIOR TO BE UNSATISFACTORY. PERHAPS CORRECTIVE MEASURES SHOULD BE TAKEN.

HOWEVER, AGENT CAROLINA IS CURRENTLY IN TRAINING WITH MY COMPANIONS. PERHAPS AN ALTERNATE METHOD OF ALERT MAY BE USED SO THAT HE MAY PROCEED WITH HIS MESSAGE?

[mylittlesniperrifle]

IT MAY BE UNSATISFACTORY, BUT HE IS 'CONTENTED' AS HUMANS WOULD SAY. IS IT NOT OUR IMPERATIVE TO LET HUMANS BE HUMANS AND WE GUIDE THEM ALONG A CORRECT PATH?

THERE MAY BE. IF YOU HAVE SENSORY ORGANS SUCH AS EARS, YOU MAY WISH TO SHUT THEM OFF MOMENTARILY.

[She waits for a moment before forcing the gear to let out a rather shrill noise. This certainly gets her trainers attention.]

AUDIO MESSAGE AS FOLLOWS:

FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! What the hell was that?! God damn I can't fucking hear now?!? Ow...

[A pause after much wincing.]

That is not a way to get someone's attention you damn thing! Knock it off before I crush you!

MESSAGE END.

[secondplacing]

[It takes a while for Carolina to actually get back to him-- however it is that FILSS got her attention, it's a little later on. She'll have to tell him the story, as it seems FILSS disengaged as soon as she received the audio message.

When she does call back, though...]

Well, son of a bitch. Epsilon, answer the gear.

[mylittlesniperrifle]

[At this point Epsilon has gotten acquainted with something that looked like a teleporting Power Ranger. He's not too impressed with it.

He answers, not looking at the screen as he judged the safety of teleporting with that thing.]

Hold your horses. My rides here.

[secondplacing]

Your ride?

Already on your way over?

[Can you hear the smile in her voice, Epsilon?]

Don't take too long.

[mylittlesniperrifle]

If you don't hear from me in a few, I might be unconscious or dead.

[So much faith as the feed clicks off. A few minutes later he calls her again.]

Remind me to never do that again.

[ Guess who is on the floor of the PokéCenter.]

[secondplacing]

Feeling a little sick, are we?

[Wait. wait a second. Her voice becomes slightlymore concerned and infinitely more curious.]

Wait. Epsilon. Can you feel things now? Are you-- human?

[mylittlesniperrifle]

[The ceiling can stop spinning now kthnx.

That question gets a pitiful noise before he replies.]

Yes. And it's awful. How the hell do you guys do anything in these bodies? [Muttering follows this.] I hope my head didn't cave in...

[secondplacing]

Stop being a baby, Epsilon.

[Ohhhh she's amused. But can you blame her?

If she's amused, she can put off the nervousness that comes with knowing she's going to see what.... Epsilon looks like. ]

Do you need someone to come get you?

[mylittlesniperrifle]

[He'll just grumble for a bit.]

No.

[Swallow that pride.]

Yes.

[Come on, Carolina. He can only look like a certain someone, right?]

[secondplacing]

Hold fast, Epsilon.

[She says it affectionately, at least.]

I'm coming.

[And then to someone behind her--]

Missy! We're going on a walk.

Try not to throw up or anything, the nurses have enough work as it is.

[Even if they're kind of creepy.]

[mylittlesniperrifle]

[.... that throwing up comment has him worried now.

But no, while Carolina is on her way, he'll attempt to take the armor off. Finding that this task required him to stand, Epsilon just gives up after a while.

At least he's easy to spot like this.]