“Well, that’s because HE’S Barry, looking for Barry, looking for himself, if that makes sense.” Breen’s standing, arms crossed, staring at the affixed SOS Board in the guildmaster’s room - able to update the message board on his own accord as well as view Pokemon’s updates to the boards in real time, sorta like a schedule - powered by a team of Pelipper and Joltik and some form of mechanics. In this instance, he’s reading updates to the board - old and new - this one, just posted an hour ago regarding some Arcanine looking for his friend Barry, and another one - hardly touched, aged and tattered from years ago - with the exact same description, word for word. “...some deep metaphorical bullcrud, really… on the surface, at least. Well, not quite. You can say all you want about how he’s probably just some poor Arcanine who’s gone mad trying to metaphorically find himself and discover true meaning - but what if he’s literally trying to find himself? A clone? Ditto?” He’s still messing around with the SOS Board, pinning new notes and rescue team and exploration missions about the board, pulling them from a big bag of envelopes and tossing them onto the board in live updates all across the towns in some seemingly random order. “Or maybe he just doesn’t have the time… to find himself stuck in time? Trapped after some mess with void crystals or some other reason… and in an attempt to save himself, he ends up becoming the whole reason he’s stuck there… attacking those trying to help him because, well, he doesn’t know right from wrong - why would he try to help others when he can’t even save himself? Almost like he’s his own ghost.” He takes a step back, admiring his work on the board for a minute, adjusting his bowtie, before leaning back into the board, pressing himself up against it. “What do you think, Spruce, huh? Do you believe in ghosts? Well, that wouldn’t make much sense to ask - you’re hearing a disembodied voice right now! And for another, ghosts aren’t real - but I very much am. I can’t hear you, but you can hear me - see, this bad boy -” He slaps the board, pinning another message on it. “Not only updates in real time, but it allows for a one-way intercom call - it was mainly used back in the day for guildmasters to directly message other guilds and guildmasters when they needed to make extreme SOS requests off the cuff without the need of paper - in the event it’s that dire and severe - but I figured this might be fun too!” "...Wally's on his way, isn't he? Well! That WOULD mean I don't have too much time left, but I've got enough time - don't I? If he spinned he must've spun in several directions, which means he doesn't have too much a sense of direction or orientation while he's all wibbly wobbley, so I estimate that'll take him about... three and a half hours for him to finally make it back to the guild! That's more than enough time for me to save the world, isn't it?" “Oh, and no, like I said, I have no idea what you’re saying. It might sound like I’m replying, but I’m not! Just mere coincidence if I happen to know what you’re about to say! Anywho! I’ll see you in a bit - or not - well, that’s not really up to you, really! I’ll see you soon, and before, and in the future - and well, I’m not one for introductions, but I promise you’ve met me already! At least, in one timeline or another... anyway! You oughta head to Birchwood Forest! Lovely view there, wicked lovely people, too…” Just before he logs off, he spins around, smiling, tilting his glasses up. “Oh, and one more thing…doesn’t something seem off about the message board words? See ya soon!” [i][b]BR[/b][/i]ing m[i][b]E[/b][/i] my gummi! pl[i][b]E[/b][/i]ase fi[i][b]N[/b][/i]d my a[i][b]W[/b][/i]esome tre[i][b]AS[/b][/i]ure! 2F crystal chasm 14F skylight tower [i][b]HE[/b][/i]lp! [b][i]R[/i][/b]obb[i][b]E[/b][/i]rs! 1F tiny woods 5F bubble pond