Someone better- better explain this to me! Before I-
[Someone's screaming into the receiver, mouth and face too close to identify them. However, the voice sounds young and feminine, and it's screeching.] I- I don't want to be here! I want to go HOME! WHERE AM I?!
[The video feed suddenly drops on the ground. For the next few minutes, you can hear sobbing in the background. And then the door opening. At one point she starts screaming and suddenly there's the cheery tune of a Christmas song starting, before the door slams roughly. After a while more and a bit of 'Mawile, mawile?', she finally comes back into view.]
...Ugh. If anyone makes fun of me, I'll rip your head off.
[There's a girl on the camera, wrapped up in so much towels, spare trainer sets and so on that she looks more like a ball of tossed clothes than anything else. Her Mawile tries to snuggle in with her, but she visibly pushes it away and pins its head against the floor. The Pokémon's back mouth snaps in shock, but she doesn't pay much mind.
Her eyes have rings of red around them- hell, her entire face is extraordinarily red. It seems that apart from the cold, she's also been crying.] I'm the Saionji Hiyoko. SHSL Classical Japanese Dancer. From the super-famous Saionji clan.
People keep telling me to leave this town and go beat some Gym Leaders or something, but who cares?! It's cold, this is stupid, and all I have for defense against all these monster-things is... another monster-thing. [Ayani the Mawile perks her head up.] It's not stinky or mean, but it's stupid and rock-hard like metal and just makes me colder! Plus, there's a weird red-nosed deer outside the door that wants me to 'ride it into Cherrygrove in the name of Christmas' or something. Isn't that all a Western tradition? Christmas is just a some event that gives you discounts in stores where I come from. Figures, scummy foreigners just love shoving their shit in everyone's face, even someplace like here... what even IS this place?
...Is there a chance... [She suddenly seems reluctant to say the next few words, but her face turns sour again- almost in realization- and in an instant just spurts it out.] Is this place yomi? It's cold and dead, that's all I can tell! All it's missing is the huge dirty river that separates us from the living realm. I want to give that stinky rotten Izanami a piece of my mind for allowing me to suffer like this! Where is she?! And- [Saionji grabs her Mawile, and both mouths start yapping-] What kind of Yomotsu is Ayani?! [If you're not familiar with Shinto lore, the girl on the video feed is currently spouting nonsense. And even if you are familiar with Shinto lore, her yelling and complaining is so jarring that you'd mistake it for nonsense anyway.]
