[The feed comes to life with some static, showing the ground and Tulio's feet. Tulio's muttering to himself, rapidly, and in the background you can hear a light buzz of wings.]

-no clue what the hell this is supposed to be, either, and get away from me-

[You hear a soft cry from a Yanma, and Tulio makes a noise of frustration, turning the PokéGear over, so you can see his face looking at it, trying to make sense of the machine. He's frowning, tilting his head a little, and looks frustrated. He's distractedly making a shooing motion with his spare hand, trying to make the Yanma go away. The Yanma in turn keeps flitting about, looking quite elated to have a companion. Tulio, not so much.]

-you're not helping, you big bug, shut up!

[The Yanma shrinks back a little, looking slightly hurt, and Tulio sighs, thinking out loud, still speaking quickly.]

Alright, here are the facts: I don't know where I am. I'm being followed by a mutant dragonfly ... thing... A stranger gave me things and kicked me out to wherever the hell this is. And those things don't make sense. This place doesn't make any sense. What is this, some kind of spiritual quest? I'm not a fan of the mumbo-jumbo, I just want to get back to Spain...!

[He trails off in a frustrated groan, dragging a hand over his face, but then looks down at the PokéGear again. He turns it over once more, so you see a few fingers obscuring some of the camera.]

And this thing, what's it called, a gear? How is it supposed to help me? Good god...

[Some clicks and shuffling noises are heard, and you can presume Tulio stands up as the image shifts, and then the video feed ends.]


OOC note: Action for anyone who happens to be around!