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Nov. 2nd, 2012 04:45 pm
darkbutlight: (Of a far-off place)
[personal profile] darkbutlight
[Well, Unova, you're getting treated to a rather interesting sight today. The feed starts off merely showing Lostlorn Forest. Nothing too terribly interesting about that. The only thing of note is a Pokémon noise that sounds suspiciously like laughter as the camera bobs up and down a few times.

The feed stays that way for a few minutes before a new noise can be heard—yelling. It's getting progressively louder and louder and soon enough, one can make out a multitude of loud, angry squawks not far behind.

… And this is where, out of the bushes, a purple-haired boy bursts through, apparently the source of the yelling. The Shroomish in the kid's arms looks pretty displeased. The boy seems to note the Pokémon and Xtransceiver before grabbing at the Xtransceiver and fumbling with it. The last thing seen before the feed shuts off is a flock of angry Murkrows flying from the direction the boy came from, before being cut off by a stream of flame and a startled shout from the boy.

Eventually, the feed turns back on and the boy has plopped down in the middle of the road on Route 16. The Shroomish is on his lap and he now has a Houndour nudging at his face. He doesn't seem to realize the Xtransceiver is on again, bobbing up and down in the air like it had been previously.]
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[ Early morning somewhere with a lot of trees. There is really only one reason Hazel turned the feed on. And that reason is to show how her idea of riding Zack is going. Seems to be going well since all it's showing is a blur of the scenery. She speaks but, the words aren't heard over the wind.

They seem to be having a lot of fun. Well, until something causes Zack to suddenly skid to a stop. Unfortunately Hazel isn't able to hold on and she goes flying. When her tumble ends the camera is facing her Arcanine. He's in a sort of bowing position with an Eevee in front of his nose. It looks like he barely managed to stop in order to avoid trampling it.

The Eevee has it's paws over its eyes for a moment but, it moves them when Hazel groans. It looks relieved to not be trampled and a bit concerned now that it sees that someone is hurt.
]

Ow.

[ And Zack quickly gets up and heads over to his trainer followed by the Eevee. The camera shifts as Hazel tries to pick herself up. She hisses in pain but, manages a sitting position. ]

I-I'm okay... [ Even her big goof of an Arcanine can tell that's a lie and he whines worriedly. Hazel forces a weak smile. ] I guess... [ She winces when she moves her arm. ] ...I guess we shouldn't have been going so fast.
And then a nightmare decides to pay a visit )

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Apr. 21st, 2012 05:01 pm
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[personal profile] emmet
[And now, it's time for your regular Emmet broadcast.
Except... Emmet does not look happy. He's even linefacing. On his lap, which is visible, is a Vulpix in an oddly-familiar black hat.]

This world.
[He started, his voice laced with pure... hate.]
This foolish world has been cruel to us. Yup.
It has stripped what makes us, us.
It has forced us into terrible prediciments.
And, still.
The people here expect us to follow their rules.
[He let out a dark chuckle, putting a firm hand on the Vulpix.]
And now it has done this.
This world has not shown us... justice, has it.
[Fun fact! Emmet uses the word Justice like the dub of the 12th Pokemon Movie did! As in, he's speaking about judgment, and how he's seen this world. He still hates this Unova. He's judged it. The only reason he's not going forth with his 'justice'? Well, it's three-fold. First, he doesn't feel strong enough without Zekrom. Secondly, he remembers that other him came back to life. And thirdly, his brother's now stuck as a Vulpix, and if this world crumbled, he might not turn back.]
...Just something to think about.
Why do we follow these rules, if we have been mistreated?
Why do we not fight our own way?
[But then, he smilied again.]
It is a curiousity.
It does not have an answer, everybody thinks differently.
Hm. It has been a while since I have asked. There are new friends here.
What is the most important to you?
What are your ideals?
[And that's the end of the feed. Where is he, exactly? He's in the deepest part of the Lostlorn Forest, planning his next move carefully. If you happen to be there, you can chat there, but yeah.]
[personal profile] rcktfm
[Quite the amount of forest-dwellers lately, it would seem. The camera cuts on at an odd angle, laying on the grass as stubby orange digits come into view every now and then trying to figure things out. Once everything's settled, the focus is on a man in light armor leaning against a thick tree trunk, clutching at the base of his neck as he attempts to apply ratty bandages. A Houndour lays close by, looking suspiciously in the camera's direction.

The bandages are quickly staining red, and the man curses under his breath. Fed up with trying to dress the wound at the moment, he settles for applying pressure. Doesn't look as though he's aware the XTransceiver is on.
]
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Miror B. paced along the edge of a campsite tucked away in the trees of Lostlorn Forest. He lacked his usual rhythm, and appeared to be deep in a rather annoying line of thought. A Combusken followed behind him, occasionally stopping to glare off into the woods and raise his claws menacingly whenever a Pidove or other equally harmless woodland creature made a noise. This wasn't helping Miror's mood. He rolled his eyes at the overeager Pokemon and turned randomly back towards the tents, leaving Combusken scrambling to catch up.

Kidnapping Paprika had been a stroke of genius, he thought, grinning a bit as he remembered his increasingly amusing conversations with N. Treating her like a guest rather than a hostage had been laziness. He didn't have to keep her locked up or extend any energy to prevent escapes; all he had to do was lie, which was as easy as breathing, really. The problem was, he realized as he stood tapping his foot impatiently near his tent; the problem was, no one was taking him seriously! N was taking far, far too long to comply, and why shouldn't he? Paprika was doing fine. There was no hurry.

Well, then! Today would be the day. Today he'd make sure everyone knew he was oh-so-serious. Putting his hands on his hips, he smiled deviously and called out: "Paprika! Get over here. Resix, you, too."

OOC )