[Just like he'd predicted with Jimmy, some young little lion cub lookin' things which seemed suspiciously similar to Lysandre's Pyroar had shown up. It's easy to be ecstatic, he's good at that... at first. But something inside him snaps and, well, that's why there are now 20 Litleo in his PC and probably being released en masse back at the circus. He hardly knows what got into him all that.]
[But... Alright, maybe that's a lie. Maybe he already knows why. Because when you think "lions" in a circus act, you inevitably think "animal tamer". And...]
[It's the longest he's ever been from his family. Even back when he was nothing but a kid who looked like he was made out of nothing but twigs or dirt, when they were all starving and lived in filth, they still saw each other just about every day. They still were with one another.]
[Here it's just him and Snake- Doll and Suit alike gone within just a few months, not nearly long enough for him, and the others... the others never here.]
[There's a part of him, admittedly, that hisses in his own mind that this is his punishment. He's only ever cared for his family, only ever been able to care for his family, so wouldn't it be fitting that this would be Hell for him? Maybe the good book was wrong. Maybe Hell isn't fire and brimstone, maybe it's being given everything you could ever need and want except you can't share it with the people who really matter. You can't make it up to them.]
[It's the kind of thinking he tries to run from; it's just too suffocating. Besides, it's not just himself he has to think about with these things. Angel always feels it too, and tries to get his mind off of it like now as she looks up at him with sad eyes and nudges the Pokegear into his hand. They've been with each other long enough that saying anything isn't necessary. He gets the idea. Maybe they can distract themselves. God knows the network has always been full of colorful characters.]
[But then he hears that voice and it feels like his heart nearly damn well stops. Joker isn't even sure he's breathing as he stares at the screen- he knows that voice. Those eyes. Shakily, without thinking, he raises a hand to the scarf around his neck. It's only at those final words does he snap out of it.]
[He hastily grabs at it, flicking on his own camera and trying not to drop the thing in his excitement. He probably looks a wreck- pale underneath his usual colorful makeup and possibly on the verge of tears.]
Beast! Beast, it's you- it's like a fancy telephone, it's- are ya okay!? What's the last thing ya remember!?
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[Just like he'd predicted with Jimmy, some young little lion cub lookin' things which seemed suspiciously similar to Lysandre's Pyroar had shown up. It's easy to be ecstatic, he's good at that... at first. But something inside him snaps and, well, that's why there are now 20 Litleo in his PC and probably being released en masse back at the circus. He hardly knows what got into him all that.]
[But... Alright, maybe that's a lie. Maybe he already knows why. Because when you think "lions" in a circus act, you inevitably think "animal tamer". And...]
[It's the longest he's ever been from his family. Even back when he was nothing but a kid who looked like he was made out of nothing but twigs or dirt, when they were all starving and lived in filth, they still saw each other just about every day. They still were with one another.]
[Here it's just him and Snake- Doll and Suit alike gone within just a few months, not nearly long enough for him, and the others... the others never here.]
[There's a part of him, admittedly, that hisses in his own mind that this is his punishment. He's only ever cared for his family, only ever been able to care for his family, so wouldn't it be fitting that this would be Hell for him? Maybe the good book was wrong. Maybe Hell isn't fire and brimstone, maybe it's being given everything you could ever need and want except you can't share it with the people who really matter. You can't make it up to them.]
[It's the kind of thinking he tries to run from; it's just too suffocating. Besides, it's not just himself he has to think about with these things. Angel always feels it too, and tries to get his mind off of it like now as she looks up at him with sad eyes and nudges the Pokegear into his hand. They've been with each other long enough that saying anything isn't necessary. He gets the idea. Maybe they can distract themselves. God knows the network has always been full of colorful characters.]
[But then he hears that voice and it feels like his heart nearly damn well stops. Joker isn't even sure he's breathing as he stares at the screen- he knows that voice. Those eyes. Shakily, without thinking, he raises a hand to the scarf around his neck. It's only at those final words does he snap out of it.]
[He hastily grabs at it, flicking on his own camera and trying not to drop the thing in his excitement. He probably looks a wreck- pale underneath his usual colorful makeup and possibly on the verge of tears.]
Beast! Beast, it's you- it's like a fancy telephone, it's- are ya okay!? What's the last thing ya remember!?
Cor, it's really you-