foolishwren | 50. Accidental Video

_{[When the feed flickers on, it's first displaying a somewhat unsteady view of Heather's back. Occasionally it swivels back and forth shakily-- showing a blurry view of what looked like a lot of cracked eggshells. There were a few towels lying crumpled on the floor, as well. Her voice, muffled and slightly blotted out by the constant clicking and rattling noises resulting from the Totodile claws that are grappling to keep hold on the camera.]}

--thought you weren't gonna make it before the first day've the New Year was over. Guess you like cuttin' it close to the wire, huh little guy?

_{[There's something small but fuzzy and ragged-looking draped over her shoulder, jostling slightly as she rubs it down with a towel.]

[It's white, mostly-- with spiky, damp hair and something indistinct sticking out of its head-- something black and sickle-like. A reaper-y blade.]}

Guess it's appropriate, though.

_{[She sits back and the camera's view scurries forward a little bit, swiveling upwards insistently. Catching sight of it (and its carrier-- guess who) out of the corner of her eye, Heather turns with a quirked brow.]}

Wh-- Zilla, put that thing down, you're gonna break it.

_{[She uses one hand to better support the fuzzy white thing cradled against her shoulder and makes a sort of halfhearted grab for Godzilla and the 'Gear with the other-- he dances out of reach, but she does hit a button and the Pokedex function comes online.]}

ABSOL, the DISASTER POKEMON. It has the ability to predict disasters and impending danger. Its tendency to only appear before humans prior to disasters has earned it a reputation as an evil omen and often caused it to become a target, leading to the species becoming even more shy and reclusive.

... Predicting disasters, huh.

Guess I'm safe, then. _{Mine's already happened.}

I know just what I'm gonna call you.

_{[Curious about the newest addition to their little motley crew, Godzilla inches forward with the camera once again, zooming in on the little creature's face. As the view gets clearer, a single red eye-- the one not obscured by a limp mop of white fur-- drifts open.]}

How do you feel about 'Alessa'?

[ooc: TAGS WILL COME TOMORROW-- I just realized I'm running a fever and shit's starting to move that really shouldn't. SORRY ILU GUYS. I'll-- .. um, I'll be back later. 8(;]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Interesting. A somewhat popular present it seems.

[Please ignore the crashing and smashing in the background... please.]

I haven't been paying much attention to the network, but yeah, looks like a lot of people've.... gotten them.... what's all that racket?

Busy as of late?

[Deadpan] Nothing of importance.

[CLANG! CRASH! THUD!]

_{[... Slow head tilt.]

[What's happening, Artemis.]}

[Just stares right back at her silently as mass chaos erupts behind him until all of a sudden Artemis goes down with a flash of pain on his face. The resounding thud is followed by a very tame cuss, while you get a view of the ceiling.] Blast it.

_{[Watching this unfold is like a Youtube fail compilation, all pressed into one image.]}

... pfhfftththttt.

_{[She is trying very hard not to laugh, Arty. You'd better appreciate her efforts.]}

Are you-- uh, are you okay?

[I can hear you despite my pain you know!]

Just wonderful, thank you for your concern... Miss Heather. [He says in his most irritated tone somewhere offscreen to the left, why he decided to add her name after such a long pause is anyone's guess though, or add Miss.]

[There's the sound of movement while he groans and picks himself and YOUR WONDERFUL VIEW OF CEILING IS INTERRUPTED BY A GIANT BLUE EYE!]

You're welcome!

_{[Yeah, your sarcasm amuses her, Arty.]}

Anyway, what wa-- WHOA.

_{[WTF IS THAT. W-- ... WTF IS THAT.]}

[Whatever it is, it's looking right at you, Heather. For the longest time it just staaaaaaaaaaaares, then there's just blurs as it sniffs and bashes about the communication device while Artemis grumbles in the background about damage to his shins or something and about your sense of humour.]

It's just hilarious I'm sure...

[Oh, well, irrelevant, screen is now obsured by mouth and throat as whatever it is attempts to eat you! Or at least, the PokéGear.]

What are you- WAIT ONE MOMENT!

... Uh.

... Yeah, you might wanna take care of this.

_{[She's not sure she wants to see the inside of... whatever it is that's trying to eat the 'Gear.]}

[Mass chaos erupts as several Pokémon cries can be heard and the camera is unable to focus on anything as it jerks around, it's pretty obvious a game of tug-o-war over the Gear is going on.]

[Finally you get a lovely shot of Artemis' room in utter ruins and a bedraggled Artemis looking like the time you pushed him down the stairs.]

[In one arm is a tiny squirming turtle-like creature made of what seems to be entirely metal, calling cheerfully, on his shoulder is his Eevee, looking very pissed off frankly and hissing at the baby turtle like it's murdered her family.]

[Somewhere within Artemis' once well groomed hair is a baby Misdreavus, quivering. Needless to say, Artemis looks pretty peeved.]

_{[........]

[.............]}

.... PFFFAHAHAHHHAAAHAHAHHH--!

_{[yeah sorry Artemis, there is just... there is just no way she's NOT gonna crack the hell up at that sight.]}

[Artemis' struggles to control his temper, his lips move as he counts to five under his breath over and over again but his teeth remain gritted, eyes just fixed on the screen.]

_{[As soon as she's composed herself enough to look at the screen and catch his expression, it... just makes her go into hysterics again.]}

50. Accidental Video

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]