Rose Lalonde (
tentacletrainer) wrote2011-08-14 02:08 pm
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Chapter 33; Accidental Video
[[Today, when the gear turns on, you get a lovely view of the sky and the calming sounds of water nearby. It's a beautiful day, for those of you not outside.
This serene setting is broken by a squeal from a Pokemon and a splash, then all falls quiet and calm again.
It's a few minutes before you hear something again. This something being another splash. And then on screen appears a Dratini with a quite pathetically wiggling Magikarp in it's mouth.

With a happy chirp it disappears off camera again, only to return a few moments later to rub all over the 'gear. And then off it goes. There's a squeal, a splash, and a few minutes later the familiar sight of this Dratini with another Magikarp, struggling in it's grasp. It disappears, it reappears to smother the Pokegear, rinse, wash, repeat.
This show goes on for some time, until finally - during one of its rubbing sessions - it stops and looks up. And then it simply begins to trill in excitement. Almost like if it doesn't make noise, it'll explode. It's also wiggling.
There is so much wiggling from this Dratini.]]
...V-vodka...what are you doing?
[[It seems this Dratini is none other than Vodka Derptini - also lovingly known as John - belonging to resident Rose Lalonde. And said trainer has found the little dragon Pokemon.
She appears momentarily on screen, picking up the 'gear, before turning to look at...oh.
It seems all those Magikarp the little wiggling dragon type had been collecting are in quite the pile of flopping. Meanwhile, the aforementioned culprit of this karp congregation is sitting next to said heap, wiggling as if waiting for praise.
Apparently those fish are a gift for his trainer.]]
...That's...very nice of you, John. Thank you very much. How sweet.
[[A few pats to the Dratini's head, followed by a multitude of elated chirps, lilts, warbles and purls, and the 'gear is shut off.]]
This serene setting is broken by a squeal from a Pokemon and a splash, then all falls quiet and calm again.
It's a few minutes before you hear something again. This something being another splash. And then on screen appears a Dratini with a quite pathetically wiggling Magikarp in it's mouth.

With a happy chirp it disappears off camera again, only to return a few moments later to rub all over the 'gear. And then off it goes. There's a squeal, a splash, and a few minutes later the familiar sight of this Dratini with another Magikarp, struggling in it's grasp. It disappears, it reappears to smother the Pokegear, rinse, wash, repeat.
This show goes on for some time, until finally - during one of its rubbing sessions - it stops and looks up. And then it simply begins to trill in excitement. Almost like if it doesn't make noise, it'll explode. It's also wiggling.
There is so much wiggling from this Dratini.]]
...V-vodka...what are you doing?
[[It seems this Dratini is none other than Vodka Derptini - also lovingly known as John - belonging to resident Rose Lalonde. And said trainer has found the little dragon Pokemon.
She appears momentarily on screen, picking up the 'gear, before turning to look at...oh.
It seems all those Magikarp the little wiggling dragon type had been collecting are in quite the pile of flopping. Meanwhile, the aforementioned culprit of this karp congregation is sitting next to said heap, wiggling as if waiting for praise.
Apparently those fish are a gift for his trainer.]]
...That's...very nice of you, John. Thank you very much. How sweet.
[[A few pats to the Dratini's head, followed by a multitude of elated chirps, lilts, warbles and purls, and the 'gear is shut off.]]
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okay were good
and i think you win
sushi first
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She wants to punch you again.
But sushi.]]
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love that caveman talk sis
keep it up and i might even take you shopping
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the point is that id be gracing you with my company
and carrying your shit i guess
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but since youre paying for your own shit i figure there wont be that many bags
its cool
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anyway im pretty sure i can handle shopping bags
compared to the shit i deal with on a daily basis theyre only like
threat level blue
which is like right below green
so basically an anti threat
its why john uses blue font
to seem nonthreatening before he whips out his fucking warhammers
pretty hot tactic actually
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Hey.
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Hey. Miss me?
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[[Pointing to the branch, she chuckles.]]
May I sit down with you?
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Your Dratini's not gonna start bringing those fish over here, is he?
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[ There is, in fact, an orange-ribboned Murkrow a few branches up, eyeing the flopping pile of fish with great interest. ]
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No doubt, but then you would be far too busy with him and his fish and I would end up void of such pleasant company.
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[ Dave snaps his fingers in the general direction of the fish, and in an instant, Seppucrow dives off her branch and swoops in to steal one. She swings wide over the water and drops it in with a resounding splash before wheeling back for more.
The funny thing is, she actually thinks she's drowning them. ]
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Drown them? Don't you think that's a little harsh, dear brother? The poor things have done nothing wrong, after all.
Unless your delicate sensibilities are offended by their mindless flopping about.
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[ He watches Seppucrow over his shoulder for a moment before refocusing on Rose. ]
So, did you really come over here for my company, or are you just waiting until you think I've let my guard down so you can punch me? [ A beat. ] Spoilers: I never let my guard down.
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[[All she really offers him in reply is a sly smile.]]
If it were the former?
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Here I am, sis. Ready and waiting for your adoration, love and devoted worship.
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Where should I start? Adoration, love, or devoted worship?
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Take it from the top. Adoration for $500.
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