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tentacletrainer) wrote2011-08-14 02:08 pm
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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[[Shifting forward a little she rests her hands on his knees and returns to lightly swinging her calves.]]
Does this mean I should pick up the slack on your end?
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[ It's only half a joke — he really won't stop her. ]
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Oh yes, because you know I can't keep my hands off of you Strider.
[[She's so tempted. So, so tempted. To hang off of him right now. Just to see if he'll hold true to those words, or if he'd finally break and tell her to back off. But...
Well.
Tree.]]
And what happens if I desire reciprocation? Or am I just out of luck in the hug department?
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I know. I guess I couldn't really deny you a hug, either. I'm pretty sure withholding my body from mortals is considered animal cruelty in the Strider realm, which goes against rule sixteen.
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[ Said with a straight face, no less. ]
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Give her a moment, she'll calm down.]]
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Ah, my apologies. Though I'm relieved to know you were meaning for that to be taken as humor.
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You don't seriously think you're not hot, do you? That's not what we're laughing about, right? Because that would be silly, Lalonde.
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[[Here she holds up a finger.]]
For one, I'm pretty. At best.
[[A second finger joins her first.]]
Two, thirteen is hardly the age where one can be considered 'hot'. Fat left over from when you are an infant can often very clearly be seen, which would surely detract from one's over all image. And I am well aware of how much I still carry from childhood. So even if you continue in your attempt to flatter me, you'll have to find a more appropriate synonym.
[[And a third one.]]
And three, in case you attempt to use the argument, being of one name or another does not guarantee any degree of physical attractiveness. So no, being a Strider does not automatically make me 'hot'.
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Okay, fine. We'll play it your way.
First of all, I'll give you pretty, but pretty's not the best you can do. You're gorgeous. Unironically, even. I'm never ironic about pretty girls. ... Okay, that's not true, but—
Second, in another three years, you're gonna be smokin'. Again, no irony here.
And third... Strider isn't a name. It's a lifestyle, a religion and a government.
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[[And that is all she says, because...well. She's not quite sure what else to say to any of that.]]
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[ And that's mostly true. ]
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So how good at climbing trees are you?
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On a scale of one to squirrels? Squirrels.
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[[She might be. She just might.]]
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[ He reaches out to slap her knees lightly, then unentangles himself to stand up, balancing seemingly effortlessly on the branch. ]
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What sounds like a decent challenge to you?
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[ He leans one way, catching a branch with his hand to keep himself in the tree as he peers up through the branches. ]
I'd say 'first one to the top,' but 'top's pretty fucking ambiguous.
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[ He steps sideways, onto a different branch that's roughly level with the one they were on. ]
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