Hello! You've reached Jake English's Pokewhatsit! Unfortunately, I might be too busy to take your call, so please leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.
[He has to repeatedly tell himself that people don't die here. It's not even a thing. It isn't like the game where they were all in love with dying. Bro is in that city and so is Jake and fucking shit mom and aradia were on their way there.
He'd be flipping tables if some cynical part of him wasn't saying I fucking told you life could never be good.]
Hey, Jake. We heard about the fire Team Rocket just unleashed like some explosive diarrhea. Like they had all you can eat taco night and just shit themselves in front of everyone. Uh, anyway. Give us a call and let us know how you are.
[Jake sounds hoarse, but otherwise like he's okay.]
You would have heard right, chap. I'll be right as rain in a day or two since, ah, I kind of was in the tower a moment ago. Nothing to worry about, a few nicks and bruises, but the thanks goes to both Lady Luck and my Croconaw that I made it out at all.
Yes, I've been checked out. The worst damage was perhaps the smoke inhalation, but that'll go away in a while. None of my Pokemon got a scratch, which was fortunate.
[He pauses.]
In all the confusion, I didn't see your brother, no. It would probably be faster if you called him up.
I did. But he hasn't answered. He's always a mysterious mother fucker, just being where ever he goes. Either I'll get a ring back, or find out some other way. If you see him first tell him to call, damn it.
[He's fretting a bit now. He doesn't have the belief Bro is unkillable anymore. Hasn't in years.]
You should go rest after getting put through that. Take a shower or something, it could help out.
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audio; 11/22; shortly after ryuunosuke sets sprout tower on fire
He'd be flipping tables if some cynical part of him wasn't saying I fucking told you life could never be good.]
Hey, Jake. We heard about the fire Team Rocket just unleashed like some explosive diarrhea. Like they had all you can eat taco night and just shit themselves in front of everyone. Uh, anyway. Give us a call and let us know how you are.
audio; 11/22; about half an hour or so after
You would have heard right, chap. I'll be right as rain in a day or two since, ah, I kind of was in the tower a moment ago. Nothing to worry about, a few nicks and bruises, but the thanks goes to both Lady Luck and my Croconaw that I made it out at all.
audio; 11/22;
You are one lucky fucker. Have you seen a doctor yet? You should really go check in with one. For you and your pokemon. ...Have you seen Bro?
audio; 11/22;
[He pauses.]
In all the confusion, I didn't see your brother, no. It would probably be faster if you called him up.
audio; 11/22;
[He's fretting a bit now. He doesn't have the belief Bro is unkillable anymore. Hasn't in years.]
You should go rest after getting put through that. Take a shower or something, it could help out.
audio; 11/22;
[Jake sighs a little.]
I will, but I've still got to see if I can help out with the rest of it. There's not been a death toll yet, but....
[He trails off, not really wanting to finish that sentence.]
audio; 11/22;
[Dave goes silent, thinking about it. No death toll yet. His lips press into a thin line as he breathes in.]
Not going to tell you what to do, English. Do what you are going to do, and things will turn out somehow.
audio; 11/22;
[He pauses for a moment, unsure if he's stepping over a line. In the end, Jake decides against offering words of encouragement about Bro's situation.]
We'll be fine. If anything major comes up, we'll give you a call as soon as we can.
Audio; 11/22;
Make sure to let John know you're okay if you haven't yet.
Audio; 11/22;
[He really does appreciate it.]
I'm glad your brother's alright, too!