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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.]]
Action;
A week huh? I suppose that's do-able. I do warn you, it will have to wait a bit. John has plans for a date upon arrival in Goldenrod, after all. So if you think you can stand waiting in line for a bit, then I'll gladly accept those terms.
Action;
[ He steps a bit further to one side, to a branch only slightly lower than the one she's on, so that they're on virtually opposite sides of the tree trunk. ]
So, you ready to get left in the dust? Just so we're clear, that's dust bunnies, squirrels, chipmunks, raccoons, possums, and probably fucking deer, too.
Action;
[[Finding herself a branch to use as her next move up, she glances around the tree at him.]]
On three?
Action;
One... two... three.