01; Video... sort of.

[trickstar]

[The video feed starts with the face of a young man looking... very confused at the phone in front of him. Squinting, almost. Soon followed by a...]

HELLO?

[...He is literally yelling into the communicator, and pressing it to his cheek. Entirely unnecessary, since this is a video post... But whatever. Say hello to Joseph's cheek, fellow users of the Network. This is all you get for the rest of the video.]

There's no receiver end on this thing, how am I supposed to know where to talk into! Or who I'm talking to?

[Yeah. You're getting one of these guys again. Sorry. He's from 1938. This has been a rough journey for the technologically inept.]

Whatever! I have to go back- it's really important. I'm going to be done for in six days if I don't get to Switzerland! It's a really long story but I don't have time for another adventure, I'm already in the middle of one right now. I don't want to hear any of those excuses I've already been told! I'm being really serious here! I should have memorized Lisa Lisa's phone number...

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[corviform]

[ WORRIED FOR YOU, HANDSOME BRO. ]

Are you sure you're feeling alright?

[trickstar]

If I'm going to be honest, not really. This whole situation feels like a bad dream. I know it's not, but suddenly being seventy years in the future? Right when things were beginning to get bad for my mentor and friend? It just feels wrong. I hope they're okay, but that's all I can really do, and I feel pretty useless.

[corviform]

Ah...

[ He settles down on his end, looking on sympathetically. He thinks he can fathom what Joseph is going through, having been there himself once. Sometimes, he still finds himself overwhelmed with modern society and the problems surrounding them. ]

I understand. This place must be nothing like your world then? [ He shakes his head. ] But first... you should really see a doctor.

[trickstar]

Yeah, yeah, you're like a broken record...

[Joseph waves his hand.]

I'd have to hang up with you if I was going to call them.

[corviform]

That's fine. You should be more concerned about yourself.

[trickstar]

You're my first friend here. I don't want to go so easily.

[corviform]

[ From the way Gil stares back at Joseph, the other man have begun babbling in some alien language or sprouted an extra eye. ]

― huh?

[trickstar]

... What?

[corviform]

Friend?

[ NAKAMA????????? No, I kid. ]

[trickstar]

... Yeah? And?

[do you want to be his nakama gil, do you]

[corviform]

[ Maybe. ]

It's too early to be saying such things, isn't it? We don't know each other...

[ He may not even like Gil in the long run. Who knows?! ]

[trickstar]

We might not know each other, but a bad guy wouldn't be so concerned about me seeing a doctor.

[Hello, this is Joseph "literally makes friends with a nazi" Joestar.]

[corviform]

[ oh my god get help joseph ]

Most would be concerned over someone who's been poisoned. Which you should be tending to...

[trickstar]

Careful. You're getting into nagging territory!

And that's not true. A real bad guy wouldn't care if you were poisoned or dying or injured. You seem like the kind of guy who'd bandage up a kitten if you saw a hurt one. Am I wrong?

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[corviform]

I'm not nagging!

2/2

[corviform]

[ That's a bad choice of animals for the ailurophobic.

Quickly: ]

No.

[trickstar]

So no, I'm not wrong.

[Grinning, like an asshole. Because he is one.]

[corviform]

[ Ew cats. ]

Fine...

Will you go seek a doctor now?

[trickstar]

Give me a break... Yeah, fine, I'll go. Bye, Gilbert!

[corviform]

[ Finally. ]

Take it easy...