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bravenewworld2016-08-08 08:21 pm
ramblingly) wrote in bravenewworld2016-08-08 08:21 pm
001 [Video | Action]
[Video]
--I already told ya, Scout. I'm gonna take it apart.
[The young person fiddling with the warp band doesn't seem to realize that the video function has been turned on yet-- indeed, the image was in fact upside down in the midst of the investigation. A little Emolga continued to tug on it's trainer's collar frantically, chittering and pointing at something somewhere off screen. They were outside that afternoon, in the shade of a gazebo somewhere in the park. It was a terrible place to work, but a new face in town probably didn't have too many other options.
Frowning in concentration, the young person reached for a screwdriver and flipped the camera over so that both parties were now off screen. An ominous shadow splayed out on the ground beyond the gazebo was instead the subject of focus...]
What, is it snack time already? Do you wanna find Keith and see what he's up to? Maybe check out that noodle shop we saw in town for an early dinner?
[At this point, the trainer was obviously taking wild guesses. Each one was shot down with a negative squeak from the Emolga that steadily grew more frantic until a clatter indicated that various tools were being put aside.]
All right, I'll take a look.... [Silence followed, before it was broken with a small exclamation and the warp band was suddenly grabbed post-haste. One final, punctuating cry blasted through the feed before it was finally cut off:]
Why didn't you just tell me that we had company?!
[Action]
[Union, Observe:
One small teenager in green with a backpack full of tinkering tools running down the city streets at top speed.
One even smaller Emolga trailing after the teen, cheeping and chittering anxiously while it leaped from lamp post to lamp post in an attempt keep up with the teen.
One flock of Spearows, consumed by rage, chasing the duo with a fury that not even a drunken Pangoro could match. The reason for their anger: unknown... but it may have something to do with the pair of pokeballs that the teen kept on their person, hidden away from obvious view.
Where the teen's other pokemon was at remained a mystery, although Unionites who were fond of heights might encounter a stray Magnemite exploring the far reaching skyline above the city. It was immensely fascinated by the various lights and signals from the towers and Habitat that it was catching echoing reverberations of in a way that only it could understand.
An early dinner may not be happening that evening, but the day certainly brought with it plenty of adventure.]
--I already told ya, Scout. I'm gonna take it apart.
[The young person fiddling with the warp band doesn't seem to realize that the video function has been turned on yet-- indeed, the image was in fact upside down in the midst of the investigation. A little Emolga continued to tug on it's trainer's collar frantically, chittering and pointing at something somewhere off screen. They were outside that afternoon, in the shade of a gazebo somewhere in the park. It was a terrible place to work, but a new face in town probably didn't have too many other options.
Frowning in concentration, the young person reached for a screwdriver and flipped the camera over so that both parties were now off screen. An ominous shadow splayed out on the ground beyond the gazebo was instead the subject of focus...]
What, is it snack time already? Do you wanna find Keith and see what he's up to? Maybe check out that noodle shop we saw in town for an early dinner?
[At this point, the trainer was obviously taking wild guesses. Each one was shot down with a negative squeak from the Emolga that steadily grew more frantic until a clatter indicated that various tools were being put aside.]
All right, I'll take a look.... [Silence followed, before it was broken with a small exclamation and the warp band was suddenly grabbed post-haste. One final, punctuating cry blasted through the feed before it was finally cut off:]
Why didn't you just tell me that we had company?!
[Action]
[Union, Observe:
One small teenager in green with a backpack full of tinkering tools running down the city streets at top speed.
One even smaller Emolga trailing after the teen, cheeping and chittering anxiously while it leaped from lamp post to lamp post in an attempt keep up with the teen.
One flock of Spearows, consumed by rage, chasing the duo with a fury that not even a drunken Pangoro could match. The reason for their anger: unknown... but it may have something to do with the pair of pokeballs that the teen kept on their person, hidden away from obvious view.
Where the teen's other pokemon was at remained a mystery, although Unionites who were fond of heights might encounter a stray Magnemite exploring the far reaching skyline above the city. It was immensely fascinated by the various lights and signals from the towers and Habitat that it was catching echoing reverberations of in a way that only it could understand.
An early dinner may not be happening that evening, but the day certainly brought with it plenty of adventure.]
[Action]
[He'd long since come to terms with where Pidge was from. That was something they'd worked out long ago and he was at peace with it. Pidge wasn't a soldier and she wasn't involved in any of the things that had caused him grief in his early life.]
[He takes a large leap back as soon as Pidge calls out that command, not wanting to be in the crossfire.]
[If that doesn't work he's got one trick of his sleeve but he's hoping to not have to go that far.]
Re: [Action]
Ah, crap! [Pidge cried, looking around for cover.] I knew that wouldn't do it, but this is too much!