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victory_road2024-07-11 04:55 pm
foolishwren) wrote in victory_road2024-07-11 04:55 pm
[Video / Action for Goldenrod, backdated to July 6th]
[There are probably a lot of shaky-cam videos popping up on peoples' feeds, given the chaos. Unfortunately for you all, here's another one.]
[CLANG!]
[The trash-can lid that is front-and-center in the frame, held like a shield in front of the filmer, gains an unmistakable DENT as something strikes it from the other side with enough force that it's knocked askew. This reveals the attacker, although it's moving so fast that it's little more than a blur of white, pink, and pale green.]
[Only the filmer's quick reflexes save their fingers from getting snapped off as their improvised shield is yanked away-- they saw it coming and let go. The mechanical Gallade-doppelganger flings the trash can lid away and it goes spinning off across the ground-- which seems to be the floor of a small battling court in one of Goldenrod City's many parks.]
[This all goes down in about three seconds. At that point, the filmer's voice cuts in.]
HEY, UH, who the FUCK are these guys?!
These are NOT my Pokemon!
[Wait, 'these guys', plural?]
[--Ohp. There's another one in the background.]
[The second aggressive stranger, a ghostly white fox, is a short distance away and grappling with a Hitmonchan. ... Or. Well. 'Grappling' kind of implies a two-sided fight. But the Hitmonchan's butt is getting THOROUGHLY kicked, because he was not prepared to have a Normal/Ghost-type flung at him on this fine day. He is on the ground covering his head with his big boxing gloves while the spectral Zoroark gleefully rains down Shadow Claws.]
I literally JUST withdrew my own guys from the box this morning and these things-- [WHOOSH. A glowing magenta blade swipes dangerously close to the camera.]EXCUSE you, rude!-- and these things popped out instead!
Oh my god, can you STOP for TWO SECONDS?!
[There's a flash of another Pokeball as she sends out her Togekiss to give the Iron Valiant something other than herself to fight, and the video cuts off there.]
[CLANG!]
[The trash-can lid that is front-and-center in the frame, held like a shield in front of the filmer, gains an unmistakable DENT as something strikes it from the other side with enough force that it's knocked askew. This reveals the attacker, although it's moving so fast that it's little more than a blur of white, pink, and pale green.]
[Only the filmer's quick reflexes save their fingers from getting snapped off as their improvised shield is yanked away-- they saw it coming and let go. The mechanical Gallade-doppelganger flings the trash can lid away and it goes spinning off across the ground-- which seems to be the floor of a small battling court in one of Goldenrod City's many parks.]
[This all goes down in about three seconds. At that point, the filmer's voice cuts in.]
HEY, UH, who the FUCK are these guys?!
These are NOT my Pokemon!
[Wait, 'these guys', plural?]
[--Ohp. There's another one in the background.]
[The second aggressive stranger, a ghostly white fox, is a short distance away and grappling with a Hitmonchan. ... Or. Well. 'Grappling' kind of implies a two-sided fight. But the Hitmonchan's butt is getting THOROUGHLY kicked, because he was not prepared to have a Normal/Ghost-type flung at him on this fine day. He is on the ground covering his head with his big boxing gloves while the spectral Zoroark gleefully rains down Shadow Claws.]
I literally JUST withdrew my own guys from the box this morning and these things-- [WHOOSH. A glowing magenta blade swipes dangerously close to the camera.]EXCUSE you, rude!-- and these things popped out instead!
Oh my god, can you STOP for TWO SECONDS?!
[There's a flash of another Pokeball as she sends out her Togekiss to give the Iron Valiant something other than herself to fight, and the video cuts off there.]
Video
Banshee! Banshee, stop! [Ryou is yelling through the video, trying to get the attention of the ghost fox. For a moment, it looks like he'll be ignored, but then the Hisuian Zoroark pauses in her attack on the unfortunate Hitmonchan, ears pricked in the direction of Ryou's voice. A good sign, maybe?]
Video
Is that one yours?!
[The camera unfortunately can't stay focused on the Zoroark at first, because Heather is still trying to dodge the unrelenting swings of the Paradox Pokemon, but from the flashes that DO make it on, the Hitmonchan has swiftly flipped over and crabwalked away from Banshee.]
[He's not usually easy to catch off-guard, but he sure was this time-- once he's a safe distance away he leaps to his feet again and assumes a battle-ready stance, but doesn't immediately approach. He'll, uh, give it a minute.]
[Once her Togekiss has successfully installed herself as a big, fluffy barrier between her trainer and the Iron Valiant, Heather herself finally appears onscreen to see who she's talking to.]
Is that other one yours, too?!
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[Banshee glances at the Hitmonchan again, seemingly not done, but ultimately listens to Ryou and wanders a few steps closer. Not close enough to get within range of the Iron Valiant, she's respecting Ryou's instructions to stop fighting, but she is trying to get closer to her trainer's voice.]
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Easy... easy... got your trainer right here...
--hey, Val, you okay bud?
[Her Hitmonchan is. VISIBLY A LITTLE BATTERED, but he nods and lifts one punching glove in a tired thumbs-up. NOTHING A HYPER POTION AND MAYBE SOME TLC AT THE POKEMON CENTER WON'T FIX! :')]