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[The video feed comes later in the afternoon, once everyone involved has had a chance to recover a bit from the journey through Union Cave. Harry is outside near the edge of town, most of the Pokemon he had with him visible somewhere in the background. Harry himself is sporting something of a new look, with white now streaking the hair around his temples; and a set of black, distinctly Raikou-like markings spiking across his forehead and cheeks.]
[The new Pokegear itself is being held carefully at a distance, presumably by one of Harry's Pokemon.]
I'll admit that the sensation of computer technology shorting out and exploding under my fingers was a nice reminder of home, really. I'm all nostalgic now. As much as my raging ego would like to think otherwise, I'm going with personal experience on this one and assuming that this isn't an isolated thing.
So. How much property damage are we looking at this time?
[The video feed comes later in the afternoon, once everyone involved has had a chance to recover a bit from the journey through Union Cave. Harry is outside near the edge of town, most of the Pokemon he had with him visible somewhere in the background. Harry himself is sporting something of a new look, with white now streaking the hair around his temples; and a set of black, distinctly Raikou-like markings spiking across his forehead and cheeks.]
[The new Pokegear itself is being held carefully at a distance, presumably by one of Harry's Pokemon.]
I'll admit that the sensation of computer technology shorting out and exploding under my fingers was a nice reminder of home, really. I'm all nostalgic now. As much as my raging ego would like to think otherwise, I'm going with personal experience on this one and assuming that this isn't an isolated thing.
So. How much property damage are we looking at this time?
[For today's broadcast, Harry has holed up somewhere in the ruins outside Violet City. His bag is held in his lap, and sharp-eyed trainers might be able to spot the Absol egg peeking out through the top. Bic, his Quilava, is resting beside him on the ground.]
Why is it that every time I try to leave this city, Pokemon start swarming like crows going after Tippi Hedren? Am I just unlucky or is there some cosmic force that really, REALLY wants me to tour the Bellsprout tower again?
[It probably says something about Harry's life that he actually stops to consider this for a moment before continuing.]
At least they're not attacking the way the Growlithe were, but I'd rather not risk traveling through them just yet. So we're camping tonight.
[A load roar comes from offscreen, and Harry looks up with mild interest. Anyone listening close or who are familiar enough might be able to identify it as the cry of a Gyarados.]
At least Butters is having fun, it looks like.
Why is it that every time I try to leave this city, Pokemon start swarming like crows going after Tippi Hedren? Am I just unlucky or is there some cosmic force that really, REALLY wants me to tour the Bellsprout tower again?
[It probably says something about Harry's life that he actually stops to consider this for a moment before continuing.]
At least they're not attacking the way the Growlithe were, but I'd rather not risk traveling through them just yet. So we're camping tonight.
[A load roar comes from offscreen, and Harry looks up with mild interest. Anyone listening close or who are familiar enough might be able to identify it as the cry of a Gyarados.]
At least Butters is having fun, it looks like.
Casefile 010A - Video/Action for Violet
Jun. 8th, 2012 02:34 pm[This transmission comes early in the morning, from a room in a Violet City hotel. Harry is looking very tired, his face covered by his free hand. Behind him, on the bed, a Quilava and Sandile are curled around a rather large clutch of Pokemon eggs. Both are dozing, the Sandile holding one of the eggs in its large mouth.]
[The Ditto likely responsible for all this is sitting on the night-stand beside the beside them, looking almost, but not quite, pleased with itself.]
Okay. I don't know how. I don't WANT to know how. But-
[The camera turns to focus more on the sleeping Pokemon and their eggs.]
I woke up to find this morning to find all this. I have enough trouble with the six I've got, no way I'm going to be able to take care of another twenty. That's like a bad sitcom waiting to happen.
[Camera moves back to Harry now.]
Basically I'll be selling these cheap to good homes, if anyone's interested. As far as I can tell, there's Cyndaquil, Sandile, and a whole mess of Magikarp eggs.
[He doesn't want to dwell on the last one in particular, because how does a twenty-foot sea-snake go about making babies without someone noticing-]
((OOC post is up here with plenty of eggs left if anyone's still interested.))
[The Ditto likely responsible for all this is sitting on the night-stand beside the beside them, looking almost, but not quite, pleased with itself.]
Okay. I don't know how. I don't WANT to know how. But-
[The camera turns to focus more on the sleeping Pokemon and their eggs.]
I woke up to find this morning to find all this. I have enough trouble with the six I've got, no way I'm going to be able to take care of another twenty. That's like a bad sitcom waiting to happen.
[Camera moves back to Harry now.]
Basically I'll be selling these cheap to good homes, if anyone's interested. As far as I can tell, there's Cyndaquil, Sandile, and a whole mess of Magikarp eggs.
[He doesn't want to dwell on the last one in particular, because how does a twenty-foot sea-snake go about making babies without someone noticing-]
((OOC post is up here with plenty of eggs left if anyone's still interested.))
Casefile 009A - Video/Action for Violet
May. 30th, 2012 12:02 pm[Harry's looking sort of beat up today. Not as bad as in the aftermath of the Garbage-mon Invasion, but definitely a bit dusty and road-worn at the moment.]
Okay, so a couple things I learned today. First, big swarms of manic dog Pokemon having turf wars or something makes travel difficult.
[They're not strong enough to be a threat individually, but there's something to be said for the power of mobs. Wading through brawling tigers and hyenas got tiring pretty fast, to put it mildly.]
Secondly-
Gyaaar.
[Yeah, that massive blue thing that's been behind Harry? It's a freshly-evolved Gyarados. Her head sort of flops down next to Harry, looking more bored than anything right now.]
Secondly, that I need to apologize for doubting anyone who said that those little brain-damaged fish things got useful after a while. ...And ask if there are any discounts available on bulk Poke-chow so Butters here doesn't depopulate entire routes when she eats.
Okay, so a couple things I learned today. First, big swarms of manic dog Pokemon having turf wars or something makes travel difficult.
[They're not strong enough to be a threat individually, but there's something to be said for the power of mobs. Wading through brawling tigers and hyenas got tiring pretty fast, to put it mildly.]
Secondly-
Gyaaar.
[Yeah, that massive blue thing that's been behind Harry? It's a freshly-evolved Gyarados. Her head sort of flops down next to Harry, looking more bored than anything right now.]
Secondly, that I need to apologize for doubting anyone who said that those little brain-damaged fish things got useful after a while. ...And ask if there are any discounts available on bulk Poke-chow so Butters here doesn't depopulate entire routes when she eats.
[The feed opens with a tired-looking Harry. His duster is sporting several new suspiciously-purple stains on the leather, but he looks none the worse for the wear, at least in terms of the recent Rocket shenanigans.]
All right, I give up.
[Obviously not easy for him to say. He's looking pretty frustrated.]
...Does anyone have any advice on actually catching these things? I've been trying to catch an -I think they're called Abra- for weeks now. I've been trying to put them to sleep or paralyze them with Campbell, but it doesn't seem to matter. They either teleport away before my guys can get a real shot off, or I get zapped up into the air and dropped from about ten feet.
[That's been happening a lot lately, actually. He's beginning to suspect that one Abra in particular has been stalking him just to mess with him in retribution for an attempted capture.]
Thought I'd finally caught one the other day, but-
Dile.
[Harry looks at something to his right for a second.]
What?
Sandile.
Is that-? GET THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!
[Harry dives offscreen for a moment, and there's the sound of a struggle. Muffled Pokemon cries and growling indicates that whatever his Sandile has, it doesn't want to let go of easily.]
[When Harry reappears, he's awkwardly holding an oozing Ditto, which seems no worse for the wear from its apparent stint as Sandile-gum.]
All I got was this thing. So yeah, I'm open for suggestions from people who are actually competent at this stuff.
All right, I give up.
[Obviously not easy for him to say. He's looking pretty frustrated.]
...Does anyone have any advice on actually catching these things? I've been trying to catch an -I think they're called Abra- for weeks now. I've been trying to put them to sleep or paralyze them with Campbell, but it doesn't seem to matter. They either teleport away before my guys can get a real shot off, or I get zapped up into the air and dropped from about ten feet.
[That's been happening a lot lately, actually. He's beginning to suspect that one Abra in particular has been stalking him just to mess with him in retribution for an attempted capture.]
Thought I'd finally caught one the other day, but-
Dile.
[Harry looks at something to his right for a second.]
What?
Sandile.
Is that-? GET THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!
[Harry dives offscreen for a moment, and there's the sound of a struggle. Muffled Pokemon cries and growling indicates that whatever his Sandile has, it doesn't want to let go of easily.]
[When Harry reappears, he's awkwardly holding an oozing Ditto, which seems no worse for the wear from its apparent stint as Sandile-gum.]
All I got was this thing. So yeah, I'm open for suggestions from people who are actually competent at this stuff.
Casefile 007A - Video/Action for Route 34
Apr. 5th, 2012 12:58 am((Backdated to Wednesday afternoon.))
[The feed opens with Harry poking through the long grass outside of Goldenrod. The angle and movement are a bit shaky, as he apparently keeps using that hand to clear a path. When he speaks, he's being fairly quiet, trying not to scare away any wildlife.]
I've been looking for some kind of Pokemon I might be able to use to get around.
[Partially because of brewing anti-Rocket shenanigans, partially because he's starting to feel like the only trainer still restricted entirely to moving on-foot. He misses his car.]
( Pokemon Hunting Shenanigans Behind The Cut )
[The feed opens with Harry poking through the long grass outside of Goldenrod. The angle and movement are a bit shaky, as he apparently keeps using that hand to clear a path. When he speaks, he's being fairly quiet, trying not to scare away any wildlife.]
I've been looking for some kind of Pokemon I might be able to use to get around.
[Partially because of brewing anti-Rocket shenanigans, partially because he's starting to feel like the only trainer still restricted entirely to moving on-foot. He misses his car.]
( Pokemon Hunting Shenanigans Behind The Cut )
Smoochu?
[The first shot of the feed is Lara moving away from the Gear, making sure it's steady. All of Harry's team, sans the Magikarp he caught around Valentine's day, has been assembled in one of the more remote corners of the Goldenrod Pokemon Center waiting room.]
[Lara seems most interested in the two 'youngest' additions to the team, Bic the Cyndaquil and a newly-hatched Sandile who's busy shredding a squeaky chew toy.]
( Pokespeak behind the cut. )
( After the dust settles. )
[The first shot of the feed is Lara moving away from the Gear, making sure it's steady. All of Harry's team, sans the Magikarp he caught around Valentine's day, has been assembled in one of the more remote corners of the Goldenrod Pokemon Center waiting room.]
[Lara seems most interested in the two 'youngest' additions to the team, Bic the Cyndaquil and a newly-hatched Sandile who's busy shredding a squeaky chew toy.]
( Pokespeak behind the cut. )
( After the dust settles. )
Casefile 005A - Video/Action for Route 35
Feb. 12th, 2012 02:16 pm[It's been a while since Harry was on the Pokegear network, but today he can be seen walking along Route 35 with an Old Rod over his shoulder, heading towards the small patch of water that rumors say is now teaming with water types. He's been meaning to get one for a while now; staying in Goldenrod is fine, but if the need to leave ever arises, he'd like to be able to get farther than the weird tree-thing.]
[The one immediate oddity about this particular video is the angle; Harry's not the one holding the camera, nor is Lara filling the cameraman role. That particular job has fallen to Campbell today. The Gear is shooting from rather high, bobbing slowly up and down as it tracks Harry. Every now and then, one of the Hoppip's leaves brushes past the lense, briefly obscuring the view in a blurry field of green.]
Can't say I'm complaining about the weather. Seems to have gone to Lara's head, though.
[Harry nods at the Smoochum walking beside him. She's dancing around airily, singing her little heart out like all the other Pokemon that are popping up.]
Kinda weird, really. Suppose I might worry, but it's actually sort of a refreshing change.
[Harry frowns for a second, but it's quickly replaced by an almost contented look. The weather's nice, the music's drowned out, and for once Lara isn't plotting some horrific prank. Why worry? He reaches the water and settles down, casting a line into the pond.]
These Lapras things ferry people across water, right? And they sound big enough that I won't accidentally crush it or something. Should be pretty useful.
( Epic Poke-capturing skills behind the cut. )
[The one immediate oddity about this particular video is the angle; Harry's not the one holding the camera, nor is Lara filling the cameraman role. That particular job has fallen to Campbell today. The Gear is shooting from rather high, bobbing slowly up and down as it tracks Harry. Every now and then, one of the Hoppip's leaves brushes past the lense, briefly obscuring the view in a blurry field of green.]
Can't say I'm complaining about the weather. Seems to have gone to Lara's head, though.
[Harry nods at the Smoochum walking beside him. She's dancing around airily, singing her little heart out like all the other Pokemon that are popping up.]
Kinda weird, really. Suppose I might worry, but it's actually sort of a refreshing change.
[Harry frowns for a second, but it's quickly replaced by an almost contented look. The weather's nice, the music's drowned out, and for once Lara isn't plotting some horrific prank. Why worry? He reaches the water and settles down, casting a line into the pond.]
These Lapras things ferry people across water, right? And they sound big enough that I won't accidentally crush it or something. Should be pretty useful.
( Epic Poke-capturing skills behind the cut. )
((OOC Note: Harry's magic plays havoc with technology just by being near it. Expect Pokegears and similar devices to rapidly become inoperable and/or explode.))
[All across Johto, people were being returned to their natural states and abilities. Harry was no exception. His Pokegear had turned into a sparking, smoking paperweight when he tried to use it, and there may have been a minor fire in the Pokemon Center room he had been sleeping in caused by an overexcited Smoochum and a wizard with access to his magic for the first time in months. Neither of them were commenting on anything.]
[But that didn't particularly matter. Sure it was awesome and now he could seriously get down to figuring out what Johto was all about, but there were more pressing issues to deal with first. His car was back.]
I called it the Blue Beetle.
Smoo?
[Returned from the dead, a battered-looking Volkswagen Beetle sat in the streets of Goldenrod. There were a few sections of the car that were, in fact, still a light blue. The rest were a mish-mash of scavenged pieces of all kinds of colors, including a primer-grey hood with '53' graffiti'd onto it by someone who'd seen too many Disney movies. Harry was moving around the car, inspecting it in gleeful disbelief. His Pokemon sat on top of it, looking unimpressed.]
No, you don't understand, Lara. This car carried me through SO MUCH. Nothing short of complete destruction stopped it for long.
Smoo chu.
Pi?
Chu.
It was like the Frankencar. Or the unstoppable Volk. The Silver to my Lone Ranger, Lara. And no, don't ask me what that means. Explaining things ruins it.
[Harry ducks his head into the driver side of the car, and turns the key in the ignition. The engine grinds, turns over for a moment, and then sputters to life.]
Ha! Yes! Hail the mighty Beetle, baby!
Smoo chu?
Say it. 'Hail the mighty Beetle.'
....Smoo chu-smu.
Close enough.
[All across Johto, people were being returned to their natural states and abilities. Harry was no exception. His Pokegear had turned into a sparking, smoking paperweight when he tried to use it, and there may have been a minor fire in the Pokemon Center room he had been sleeping in caused by an overexcited Smoochum and a wizard with access to his magic for the first time in months. Neither of them were commenting on anything.]
[But that didn't particularly matter. Sure it was awesome and now he could seriously get down to figuring out what Johto was all about, but there were more pressing issues to deal with first. His car was back.]
I called it the Blue Beetle.
Smoo?
[Returned from the dead, a battered-looking Volkswagen Beetle sat in the streets of Goldenrod. There were a few sections of the car that were, in fact, still a light blue. The rest were a mish-mash of scavenged pieces of all kinds of colors, including a primer-grey hood with '53' graffiti'd onto it by someone who'd seen too many Disney movies. Harry was moving around the car, inspecting it in gleeful disbelief. His Pokemon sat on top of it, looking unimpressed.]
No, you don't understand, Lara. This car carried me through SO MUCH. Nothing short of complete destruction stopped it for long.
Smoo chu.
Pi?
Chu.
It was like the Frankencar. Or the unstoppable Volk. The Silver to my Lone Ranger, Lara. And no, don't ask me what that means. Explaining things ruins it.
[Harry ducks his head into the driver side of the car, and turns the key in the ignition. The engine grinds, turns over for a moment, and then sputters to life.]
Ha! Yes! Hail the mighty Beetle, baby!
Smoo chu?
Say it. 'Hail the mighty Beetle.'
....Smoo chu-smu.
Close enough.
[The feed clicks on with Harry in the Goldenrod Pokemon Center. He's obviously got the Gear propped up on something, as he sits back in a waiting-room chair to reveal a tiny Cyndaquil sleeping in his arms. He's silent for a moment, looking a bit uncomfortable.]
So... I woke up this morning and this little girl was hatching.
[A glance down at the sleeping Pokemon, almost like he's worried about breaking her.]
Do, ah, do baby Pokemon need any kind of special care? I mean like a liquid diet or anything?
Smoo-chu! Chum!
[A small hand waves over one side of the screen, revealing that Harry has his Smoochum playing cameraman today. Harry himself just glances up, looking sort of annoyed for a second.]
Thanks Lara, that's a HUGE help.
So... I woke up this morning and this little girl was hatching.
[A glance down at the sleeping Pokemon, almost like he's worried about breaking her.]
Do, ah, do baby Pokemon need any kind of special care? I mean like a liquid diet or anything?
Smoo-chu! Chum!
[A small hand waves over one side of the screen, revealing that Harry has his Smoochum playing cameraman today. Harry himself just glances up, looking sort of annoyed for a second.]
Thanks Lara, that's a HUGE help.
Casefile 003A - Video; Sprout Tower
Nov. 3rd, 2011 01:35 am[The video opens on the interior of Sprout Tower. Lara the Smoochum is padding around the bare wooden floor staring up at something offscreen. After a moment, a Hoppip slowly drifts downwards into view.]
Smoo!
[Lara takes a jump and bops the underside of the Hoppip, sending it floating back off the top of the screen.]
Piiiiii~
Chum!
[This repeats a few times, Lara playing beachball with the Hoppip. The camera turns around to show Harry sitting against a wall, a grey and orange egg tucked into his black leather duster.]
I can't tell if they're both having fun, or if Campbell's just to oblivious to care.
Smoo!
[Lara takes a jump and bops the underside of the Hoppip, sending it floating back off the top of the screen.]
Piiiiii~
Chum!
[This repeats a few times, Lara playing beachball with the Hoppip. The camera turns around to show Harry sitting against a wall, a grey and orange egg tucked into his black leather duster.]
I can't tell if they're both having fun, or if Campbell's just to oblivious to care.
Casefile 002A - Video; Cherrygrove City
Oct. 8th, 2011 02:40 amThree days wandering in the wilderness and I'm back to civilization.
[Harry's set up somewhere at the outskirts of Cherrygrove, right at the edge of Route 29. Lara can be seen in the background, rummaging through her trainer's backpack, occasionally tossing things out past her wiggling legs.]
Relatively, anyway. This road was pretty tame for supposedly rugged wilderness. And this city looks like it could probably fit into a couple blocks of Chicago. Without making room first. Maybe into ONE if they demolished what was already there.
Hoppi?
SMOO!
[Behind Harry, a curious-looking Hoppip floats over to Lara. The startled Smoochum ungracefully pops out of the bag, scattering a few of the items within as she spins to face the newcomer.]
[Harry, focused on the Gear, remains oblivious.]
I stuck around -New Bark Town, was it?- for a couple days before I left. Tried talking to some of the people. They didn't seem quite human. Only spoke a few sentences, didn't seem quite in touch with reality emotionally, that sort of thing. And that woman that-
[He breaks off for a moment, obviously not wanting to talk too much about 'Mom'.]
The woman who's probably seen too many of those 'Lifetime' movies.
Pi-pi?
[Lara stares down the inquisitive Hoppip for a moment, looking defensive. She abruptly jumps up, planting a solid Pound attack square in the grass Pokemon's face.]
CHU!
PI-I-IP-
Anyway, I've been thinking about it, and there seems to be two possible explanations. One is that these are actual people who've been put under a serious mind-whammy. Don't think that's it, though. Something this serious wouldn't leave them nearly as coherent as they are, not for long. Second is that they're constructs of some kind. Like... robots, I guess. Artificial recreations of humans, but whatever's controlling them can't get the more subtle stuff like conversation quite right.
[Lara is back to picking through the bag, wiggling back out and producing a Pokeball. She stands over the stunned Hoppip for a moment, ball held aloft, looking like a gladiator waiting for a signal from the emperor before delivering the final blow. ]
Smoo-CHU.
[She throws the Pokeball down at the Hoppip with more force than is strictly necessary, producing the familiar pop and whoosh of dematerialization. The ball lands on the ground with a soft click, wiggling a bit in the Hoppip's feeble struggles from within.]
So anyone else noticed anything? Seen any evidence that these people actually, you know, have to do biological stuff?
[The Pokeball lets out a 'ding' to mark a successful capture, falling still. The noise is apparently enough to catch Harry's attention, as he finally turns away from the Gear for a moment.]
Lara, quit playing around with that stuff, that bag's like a black hole.
Smoo-chu~
Fine, but if you get lost in there don't expect a search party.
[Harry's set up somewhere at the outskirts of Cherrygrove, right at the edge of Route 29. Lara can be seen in the background, rummaging through her trainer's backpack, occasionally tossing things out past her wiggling legs.]
Relatively, anyway. This road was pretty tame for supposedly rugged wilderness. And this city looks like it could probably fit into a couple blocks of Chicago. Without making room first. Maybe into ONE if they demolished what was already there.
Hoppi?
SMOO!
[Behind Harry, a curious-looking Hoppip floats over to Lara. The startled Smoochum ungracefully pops out of the bag, scattering a few of the items within as she spins to face the newcomer.]
[Harry, focused on the Gear, remains oblivious.]
I stuck around -New Bark Town, was it?- for a couple days before I left. Tried talking to some of the people. They didn't seem quite human. Only spoke a few sentences, didn't seem quite in touch with reality emotionally, that sort of thing. And that woman that-
[He breaks off for a moment, obviously not wanting to talk too much about 'Mom'.]
The woman who's probably seen too many of those 'Lifetime' movies.
Pi-pi?
[Lara stares down the inquisitive Hoppip for a moment, looking defensive. She abruptly jumps up, planting a solid Pound attack square in the grass Pokemon's face.]
CHU!
PI-I-IP-
Anyway, I've been thinking about it, and there seems to be two possible explanations. One is that these are actual people who've been put under a serious mind-whammy. Don't think that's it, though. Something this serious wouldn't leave them nearly as coherent as they are, not for long. Second is that they're constructs of some kind. Like... robots, I guess. Artificial recreations of humans, but whatever's controlling them can't get the more subtle stuff like conversation quite right.
[Lara is back to picking through the bag, wiggling back out and producing a Pokeball. She stands over the stunned Hoppip for a moment, ball held aloft, looking like a gladiator waiting for a signal from the emperor before delivering the final blow. ]
Smoo-CHU.
[She throws the Pokeball down at the Hoppip with more force than is strictly necessary, producing the familiar pop and whoosh of dematerialization. The ball lands on the ground with a soft click, wiggling a bit in the Hoppip's feeble struggles from within.]
So anyone else noticed anything? Seen any evidence that these people actually, you know, have to do biological stuff?
[The Pokeball lets out a 'ding' to mark a successful capture, falling still. The noise is apparently enough to catch Harry's attention, as he finally turns away from the Gear for a moment.]
Lara, quit playing around with that stuff, that bag's like a black hole.
Smoo-chu~
Fine, but if you get lost in there don't expect a search party.
Casefile 001A - Video
Oct. 2nd, 2011 02:57 pmNo, no, no, no, no, NO!
[Hello Johto, your friendly neighborhood wizard has decided to drop back in. Or rather has come back entirely against his will, which probably goes a long way towards explaining exactly why he’s so mad right now. Angry enough that he seems entirely oblivious to the Smoochum clinging to the top of his head and licking his hair happily.]
Dammit, I said I was ready! I was- you send me HERE? You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Uriel! You hear me? SICK! That woman who said- …that is NOT FUNNY.
[He lets out a frustrated snort, lacking someone he can properly blame.]
…Dammit. So apparently I’m back. A few minutes ago I didn’t remember that there was even a HERE to get back to, but I’m back. Probably not from outer space, unless the cosmology of the afterlife is worryingly Lovecraftian. And hell’s bells, now that song’s stuck in my head. Lemme just say that the timing on all this? NOT helping the paranoia that this is some kind of hell.
Smoo-chu!
Oh, and Lara’s still here.
[Harry hooks a thumb at the Smoochum acting as an impromptu hat. She grins happily, waving at the camera.]
Guess if this is all a massive hallucination, at least my psychoses are consistent. Me and Dorothy Gale.
[Hello Johto, your friendly neighborhood wizard has decided to drop back in. Or rather has come back entirely against his will, which probably goes a long way towards explaining exactly why he’s so mad right now. Angry enough that he seems entirely oblivious to the Smoochum clinging to the top of his head and licking his hair happily.]
Dammit, I said I was ready! I was- you send me HERE? You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Uriel! You hear me? SICK! That woman who said- …that is NOT FUNNY.
[He lets out a frustrated snort, lacking someone he can properly blame.]
…Dammit. So apparently I’m back. A few minutes ago I didn’t remember that there was even a HERE to get back to, but I’m back. Probably not from outer space, unless the cosmology of the afterlife is worryingly Lovecraftian. And hell’s bells, now that song’s stuck in my head. Lemme just say that the timing on all this? NOT helping the paranoia that this is some kind of hell.
Smoo-chu!
Oh, and Lara’s still here.
[Harry hooks a thumb at the Smoochum acting as an impromptu hat. She grins happily, waving at the camera.]
Guess if this is all a massive hallucination, at least my psychoses are consistent. Me and Dorothy Gale.
Casefile 005 - Video
Jul. 9th, 2011 01:38 am[Have some accidental video, Johto. The video is a bit staticy, but it's still clear enough to make out a burned, crumbling ceiling; sunlight lancing down through the gaps in bright shafts. About half of Harry's face is visible, and he seems to be trying to do something with the gear. The video occasionally winks out for an instant, each time preceded by the sound of a button on Harry's gear being pressed.]
[For some reason, the sound is continuous, if a bit distorted by static.]
-'s try not to be here too long, I don't have a lot of luck with buildings like this.
Smoo.
Though at least I can say without irony- "Sweet Kiss"? That's just wrong. -that it was like that when we got here.
Chu!
No, there's just sort of history with me and- look, it's a long story.
Smoo-chu~
Oh come on, it was hardly ever actually MY fau-
RATTATA!
SMOO!
HELL'S BE-
[The feed cuts out abruptly.]
( Action behind the cut. )
[When the feed clicks back on, it shows Harry sitting with his back to a wall, looking thoroughly beat up and dusty. Lara is flopped contentedly across his head, looking exhausted, and a slightly-tattered Rattata is looking curiously up into the Gear from Harry's lap. As Harry reaches up to absentmindedly scratch its head, the large, ugly scrape across the back of his hand can be easily seen.]
So, this thing basically tries to kill me. Lara beats it up, and I stuff it into a little airtight ball... and now we're friends or something.
Ratt-a.
I think it bears repeating at this point... this place is WEIRD.
[Another absentminded scratch behind the Rattata's ears.]
I think I'm gonna call her Frisby.
Ta-tta.
[For some reason, the sound is continuous, if a bit distorted by static.]
-'s try not to be here too long, I don't have a lot of luck with buildings like this.
Smoo.
Though at least I can say without irony- "Sweet Kiss"? That's just wrong. -that it was like that when we got here.
Chu!
No, there's just sort of history with me and- look, it's a long story.
Smoo-chu~
Oh come on, it was hardly ever actually MY fau-
RATTATA!
SMOO!
HELL'S BE-
[The feed cuts out abruptly.]
( Action behind the cut. )
[When the feed clicks back on, it shows Harry sitting with his back to a wall, looking thoroughly beat up and dusty. Lara is flopped contentedly across his head, looking exhausted, and a slightly-tattered Rattata is looking curiously up into the Gear from Harry's lap. As Harry reaches up to absentmindedly scratch its head, the large, ugly scrape across the back of his hand can be easily seen.]
So, this thing basically tries to kill me. Lara beats it up, and I stuff it into a little airtight ball... and now we're friends or something.
Ratt-a.
I think it bears repeating at this point... this place is WEIRD.
[Another absentminded scratch behind the Rattata's ears.]
I think I'm gonna call her Frisby.
Ta-tta.
Casefile 004 - Video
Jun. 25th, 2011 12:17 amSo... I've been trying to catch any of these Shedinja things that've passed by, like the old guy said.
[Behind Harry, Lara the Smoochum floats past, clinging to a visibly-distressed Shedinja and happily wailing away with Pound. The attacks are doing precisely nothing, but she seems to be enjoying herself nonetheless. Perhaps a bit too much. Anyone that understands Pokéspeech can hear snatches of commentary from her more suited to professional wrestling than anything else.]
There've been three or four of them I've found, and-
[He notices Lara in the background, and looks annoyed.]
-sigh- Just watch this. Lara!
[The camera shifts and focuses on the oddly one-sided fight.]
Quit fooling around with that thing!
SMOO-CHUM!
[Acting like she's making an attack produced by twenty minutes of hoarse yelling and looking constipated, Lara delivers a Lick attack to the Shedinja. The ghostly bug shudders for a moment, then faints, hitting the ground and vanishing before the gear's camera can catch up. Lara dusts herself off, looking incredibly smug.]
Yeah. Somehow I don't think that's helping.
Smoo-chu.
( More behind the cut. )
[Behind Harry, Lara the Smoochum floats past, clinging to a visibly-distressed Shedinja and happily wailing away with Pound. The attacks are doing precisely nothing, but she seems to be enjoying herself nonetheless. Perhaps a bit too much. Anyone that understands Pokéspeech can hear snatches of commentary from her more suited to professional wrestling than anything else.]
There've been three or four of them I've found, and-
[He notices Lara in the background, and looks annoyed.]
-sigh- Just watch this. Lara!
[The camera shifts and focuses on the oddly one-sided fight.]
Quit fooling around with that thing!
SMOO-CHUM!
[Acting like she's making an attack produced by twenty minutes of hoarse yelling and looking constipated, Lara delivers a Lick attack to the Shedinja. The ghostly bug shudders for a moment, then faints, hitting the ground and vanishing before the gear's camera can catch up. Lara dusts herself off, looking incredibly smug.]
Yeah. Somehow I don't think that's helping.
Smoo-chu.
( More behind the cut. )
[The video feed opens with a grouchy-looking Harry somewhere outside, in the shade. He looks slightly scratched up and dirty, with a few dark feathers sticking out of his hair.]
I feel like Tippi freaking Hedren here. Anyone else been having trouble with these crow things?
Smoo, smoo-chu smoo.
They didn't seem like they were attacking, anymore'n the other wild stuff around here, but SOMEONE had to try proving how tough she was by attacking an entire flock. Not that I'm naming names, LARA.
Smoo~
[Harry picks a Murkrow feather out of his hair, flicking it away and off-camera with just a bit more force than is strictly necessary. He is not the outdoorsy type, Alfred Hitchcock shenanigans notwithstanding.]
Anyway, these things seem sort of out of place here.
...More than everything else, I mean. Any ideas on where they're coming from?
I feel like Tippi freaking Hedren here. Anyone else been having trouble with these crow things?
Smoo, smoo-chu smoo.
They didn't seem like they were attacking, anymore'n the other wild stuff around here, but SOMEONE had to try proving how tough she was by attacking an entire flock. Not that I'm naming names, LARA.
Smoo~
[Harry picks a Murkrow feather out of his hair, flicking it away and off-camera with just a bit more force than is strictly necessary. He is not the outdoorsy type, Alfred Hitchcock shenanigans notwithstanding.]
Anyway, these things seem sort of out of place here.
...More than everything else, I mean. Any ideas on where they're coming from?
( Action behind the cut. )
[Video]
[At first, the screen wobbles, showing mostly sky. The sounds of someone poking at the Pokegear can be heard, fingers brushing across the microphone.]
Always figured Hell’d be more fire and brimstone than this. Maybe infinite screenings of the Star Wars Christmas special. But no, me, I get little fiddly electronic things with unmarked buttons. Don't I feel special... and now I'm talking to myself. That can't be healthy.
[The screen steadies to reveal a tired-looking man poking around the screen on his Pokegear, looking a bit unsure. A curious Smoochum occasionally bounces up into frame, trying to see.]
Okay, the blinking HAL-9000 eye-of-death means this is going, right? Mab, Maeve, whoever's behind this, you’re not nearly as funny as you think. The background music is a nice touch, very impressive piece of magic, I have to admit. It's just catchy enough to stick in the head, just annoying enough to encourage experiments in self-trepanning.
Murphy, Molly, Thomas, if any of you are seeing this somehow... there are some things that I have to do alone, out of pride, or because the danger to others is too great. This is not one of those times, and if I ever say something is, I'm probably being stupid or being manipulated or both. But be careful. If I'm right, the Faeries aren't going to take too kindly to mortals poking their heads in.
[Video]
[At first, the screen wobbles, showing mostly sky. The sounds of someone poking at the Pokegear can be heard, fingers brushing across the microphone.]
Always figured Hell’d be more fire and brimstone than this. Maybe infinite screenings of the Star Wars Christmas special. But no, me, I get little fiddly electronic things with unmarked buttons. Don't I feel special... and now I'm talking to myself. That can't be healthy.
[The screen steadies to reveal a tired-looking man poking around the screen on his Pokegear, looking a bit unsure. A curious Smoochum occasionally bounces up into frame, trying to see.]
Okay, the blinking HAL-9000 eye-of-death means this is going, right? Mab, Maeve, whoever's behind this, you’re not nearly as funny as you think. The background music is a nice touch, very impressive piece of magic, I have to admit. It's just catchy enough to stick in the head, just annoying enough to encourage experiments in self-trepanning.
Murphy, Molly, Thomas, if any of you are seeing this somehow... there are some things that I have to do alone, out of pride, or because the danger to others is too great. This is not one of those times, and if I ever say something is, I'm probably being stupid or being manipulated or both. But be careful. If I'm right, the Faeries aren't going to take too kindly to mortals poking their heads in.
