50 (On Ice)

[her_mouse_jesty]

[The Video clicks on, with Minnie standing outside of the Saffron City Gym. She recently took on Sabrina, in order to get Fly for... well, she's just about to talk about that. Scrooge the Noctowl is perched on her shoulder, proudly holding the badge in his beak.]

Hello, everyone. My friends may have noticed that for several months now, I keep going back and forth between Goldenrod and Saffron, in an attempt to get my stolen Pokemon back. But... I've come to realize that I've been focusing on what I lost so much, I've been neglecting those I have. I must go back to Olivine... to the house that Mickey wanted. It's where I belong. And I know that the ones lost to me are in good hands.

But that doesn't mean I'll never go anywhere! Now that my Pokemon can fly, I can visit anyone anywhere! All you have to do is drop me a line, and I'd be more than happy to come and see you.

[For those who want Action, you can catch Minnie doing some last minute shopping at the Pokemart before she's ready to go.]

[Private - Ivan.]

Thank you for taking care of them. Until the time comes when you change your mind and return them to me, I know I can trust you with them. I won't tell anyone what you did.

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[Private Text]

[her_mouse_jesty]

If you ever need to talk, my Pokegear is always with me.

[Private Text]

[meatysoviet]

...

[Sadly he does write the ellipses- because how is he meant to reply to that?

You know what? Fuck it, he'll vent. Maybe- Alfred said something about talking being good and that he should do it... Or was that not stealing things? Whatever.]

What I say to you will be private, yes?

[Private Text]

[her_mouse_jesty]

Always. I won't even tell people we have talked.

[Private Text]

[meatysoviet]

[Okay... Now that's out of the way... How best to describe this...]

I already know my future. People here have told me of it.

[There's a break in messages for a minute or so, but that's mostly due to the length of it, as well as misspellings because his fingers are far too big and clumsy for this damn thing.]

Have learnt that last 30 years of life, and next 50, have been for little if anything positive. I am then broken, stripped down and any parts deemed no good will be ripped out and replaced with different things, to make me more like Alfred and others I know.

What I am now will be destroyed. I do not want to go back and simply wait for destruction. This was meant to be perfect.

[Because, while Yao and Alfred were great for telling him what happens, they neglected to tell him why, so there's little he can do to change it.]

[Private Text]

[her_mouse_jesty]

[It takes a few moments for her to reply. She's had to deal with others who say they are dead in their timeline, that they will die, and she herself knows the dreadful futures of many. So she can't blame him, and in fact her sympathy has grown deeper.]

I truly am sorry to hear of that. I don't think you deserve it. If you don't want to change, then you shouldn't have to. I know many who would prefer to stay here in this land. And I believe that we can find a way to control our comings and goings one day.

I won't tell anyone of this, but I do understand it, and I am so sorry. I don't what there is I can do for you, but if you can think of any way I can aide you, I will do it.

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[meatysoviet]

Having to submit to others whims is nothing new to me. Is not worth the pity.

I am just sick of changing. I am sick of being torn down just to be rebuilt into something that is apparently wanted, because people are too fickle and stupid to realise all that they want is the things they can not have.

I was meant to be perfect this time. Ours was perfect system. So many were sacrificed for perfection...

... Now those were sacrificed for nothing. Humanity, it sickens me.

[Private Text]

[her_mouse_jesty]

Nothing and no one can be really perfect. No one should have demanded that of you.

[gosh, she just wants to give you so many hugs. She's probably even tearing up at this.]

No one can blame you for feeling the way you do. I'm so sorry.

[Private Text]

[meatysoviet]

I would not be so sure- I have been more than heinous to achieve perfection. We all have. Am sure there are others that feel much worse.

[Say, the rest of Eastern Europe- if he thought she'd know about them he'd have alluded more, but she's from a completely different world so-]

Is what we do where I am from Tsarina- we listen to our orders and obey them. Most demand perfect society, and we do utmost to deliver.

I suppose this is just another failure.

Do not pity me woman, I do not need it. this is not the first time it has happened.

[Private Text]

[her_mouse_jesty]

You're not a failure! You've done everything you can for them! You are a hard worker, and you believe in what you do.

[Private Text]

[meatysoviet]

We all believe in goals, if only a little- is never enjoyable thing when fighting for things one is not believing in.

However it also makes it any less of a failure. I just have to get up and try again.

I am so bored of this cycle though, I am thinking.

[He seems to think of something, his next text curt and to the point.]

Tell this to anyone and will twist face from skull. Is very serious danger.

[Private Text]

[her_mouse_jesty]

I already promised you I wouldn't tell anyone. Your secrets will always be safe with me.