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[05] [Video/In Person for Violet]
Jun. 10th, 2011 03:11 pm[Heiji is outside, still in his work uniform – he’s just gotten out of the restaurant, and looks distinctly unimpressed – it’s not his fault the cook doesn’t know what he’s doing. :| ]
[That’s not what this is about, however.]
So…Anybody noticed these? [He turns the camera toward a pair of Murkrow that’ve followed him out of the restaurant…just … watching.] There was only a few around this mornin’, and there’s at least five or six more hangin’ around since then, not countin’ these guys.
[They’re actually being pretty expectant and tailing pretty close.]
…..Do I look like I’ve got any food on me? I’m not stupid, I saw you two playin’ this scam on that kid that came out with th’leftovers – even if I did have food, hangin’ around lookin’ creepy hopin’ I’ll spook an’give it to you wouldn’t work!
[The two stares turn very sullen at that.]
[AND THEN THERE’S A STORM OF BARKING as Baskerville bowls into the duo spitting sparks and raising a racket.]
Whoah whaoh – Bas – get – [Facepalm, get.] SMOG, TRY’N COVER YOURSELF – Ember – [What’s going on is probably less a battle and more a mildly embarrassing cartoon dustball, especially once the smog cloud goes up.] Roar, get some space – Ember – [As much as it’s coming from what’s still basically an admittedly big puppy, the snarling bark at least gets the second one deciding it’s time to leave, and the smoke clears on a significantly battered and growling Houndour with the lead Murkrow cornered and singed.]
[As much as there’s some unintelligible muttering, there is a pokéball tossed at it before the fiasco gets any further – although before he can retrieve it, there’s a white glow over the area…]
[And once it settles, there isn’t exactly a tiny puppy there anymore.]
[There’s a couple stupid blinks from Heiji, who’s holding the gear loosely, as Bas picks up the pokéball and carries it over to him – granting that Baskerville is now the size of a pony.]
Damn. Congrats - I guess you live up t’your name a bit more now. [He retrieves the now-caught Murkrow’s pokéball from Bas with a scratch behind the horns, and then remembers that yes, the Gear is still recording.]
So yeah – uh – are they doin’ this anywhere else? An’if they are, anybody got a clue why they’re suddenly movin’ into the cities?
[That’s not what this is about, however.]
So…Anybody noticed these? [He turns the camera toward a pair of Murkrow that’ve followed him out of the restaurant…just … watching.] There was only a few around this mornin’, and there’s at least five or six more hangin’ around since then, not countin’ these guys.
[They’re actually being pretty expectant and tailing pretty close.]
…..Do I look like I’ve got any food on me? I’m not stupid, I saw you two playin’ this scam on that kid that came out with th’leftovers – even if I did have food, hangin’ around lookin’ creepy hopin’ I’ll spook an’give it to you wouldn’t work!
[The two stares turn very sullen at that.]
[AND THEN THERE’S A STORM OF BARKING as Baskerville bowls into the duo spitting sparks and raising a racket.]
Whoah whaoh – Bas – get – [Facepalm, get.] SMOG, TRY’N COVER YOURSELF – Ember – [What’s going on is probably less a battle and more a mildly embarrassing cartoon dustball, especially once the smog cloud goes up.] Roar, get some space – Ember – [As much as it’s coming from what’s still basically an admittedly big puppy, the snarling bark at least gets the second one deciding it’s time to leave, and the smoke clears on a significantly battered and growling Houndour with the lead Murkrow cornered and singed.]
[As much as there’s some unintelligible muttering, there is a pokéball tossed at it before the fiasco gets any further – although before he can retrieve it, there’s a white glow over the area…]
[And once it settles, there isn’t exactly a tiny puppy there anymore.]
[There’s a couple stupid blinks from Heiji, who’s holding the gear loosely, as Bas picks up the pokéball and carries it over to him – granting that Baskerville is now the size of a pony.]
Damn. Congrats - I guess you live up t’your name a bit more now. [He retrieves the now-caught Murkrow’s pokéball from Bas with a scratch behind the horns, and then remembers that yes, the Gear is still recording.]
So yeah – uh – are they doin’ this anywhere else? An’if they are, anybody got a clue why they’re suddenly movin’ into the cities?
