Video [Action for Nuvema]

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[The first thing Grimsley noticed was pure darkness.

Pure darkness filled with the sounds of a place which wasn't home. It sounded too... natural.

Pure darkness which couldn't be broken though by the opening of his eyes. Or a call to his Pokemon, who'd unleash a Flash attack because he didn't feel like flicking on the lights.

No, something was wrong. Grimsley could feel it, all around him.

And he hated it. He could hear people around - but whatever he said, they seemed to ignore him. As if they couldn't understand him - the nerve of those people! Being so... so rude! After a few hours, Grimsley had stopped trying to speak with them. It wasn't helping, and it was just making his throat sore.

Oh, sure, he'd subconsiously noticed the other changes. The four legs, the stubby tail, the smallness - but he was far more panicked about the loss of a sense.

So when he tumbled over a round ball and then heard a voice, he was thankful. It was his Murkrow - and that brings us to now. He's got his Xtransiever set up for him, recording video. His voice is soft and panicked as he speaks - with slight soreness.]

...h-hello. Can anybody tell me what's going on? [Nope, he's not introducing himself. He just assumes you know his voice. Which is different then his older self voice.] I seem to have been kidnapped and blinded, as to be unable to flee. How rude, and how violent! Whoever did this, reveal yourselves!

[...After a slight growl escapes his throat, Grimsley then clawed the ground a little.] If you do not return me to normal and home by the end of today, I'm sure you'll be in for a world of pain. [An empty threat, of course, but he's still looking rather angry.]

Ahem. That is all.

[...]

Turn off the camera. I can hear whirring.

[And then the feed ends with a bit of Murkrow showing.]