bravenewworld | Guess Whose Egg Just Hatched [Video]

[The video pops up on what could be just about any average apartment. Basement by the placement of the windows, slightly gloomy maybe, and with little furniture besides a sofa, a large easy chair and some bookcases.

And that sparse furniture is in the process of tipping and falling all over the place as what looks like a hurricane roars through the small space, leaves visibly whipping and blowing all over. There's no sound except for a tune played over it all, courtesy of a certain Rotom.

A Gardevoir rolls past, looking positively outraged at what's going on. A Zorua scampers by, and quickly ducks for shelter behind the overturned sofa. Then the wizard himself slides into view, arms pinwheeling and a Pachirisu clings to his shoulder for dear life, flapping in the breeze. Mouse lunges in, teeth clamping on his trainer's shirt in an effort to keep him from blowing straight over while the wizard yells something that can't be heard over Toot's music. It works.

Until a flying book gets him right in the face and he goes right over as the music finally concludes.]

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Oh, I don't know... but wouldn't you just be bored? [.. Sorry, what's a vacation? Raine still has difficulties with this concept. Still, that's a tease she can afford to make. Probably.]

Although if you mean, less hectic, I certainly can agree there. We all could do with less wars and threats of our destruction in this lifetime...

[Vacation? What are these strange, foreign words of yours?]

Yep. But those first five or ten minutes? That would be great.

But I guess I could do with a couple less wars. I could take up knitting instead.

I can't disagree with you there. Although, I can't quite picture seeing you sitting with a bundle of yarns, either. Now, finding a spell that can knit for you would be an idea, though that would take away from the point of it all.

[This was... utterly bizarre and light conversation, which wasn't Raine's forte at all. Still, something seemed almost... needed about it, in the breathing space between conflicts. Which, to her, that was all this was.]

[It's an important thing from time to time. There's enough doom and gloom to last a couple of Harry's lifetimes, and sometimes a little aimless chatter does a ton of good.]

You might have a point there, maybe something else. Building tiny ships in bottles. Abstract painting. [He snaps his fingers.] Rollerskating.

Painting might be good... I'm not sure how to feel about that last one, though. I'm just getting the mental image of Sue trying to tackle you while you're trying to roll around...

[She is in a teasing mood, it seems.]