foolishwren | 72. [Video]

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72. [Video]

_{[The screen is slightly steamed up when it comes on, but it soon clears enough to give a shaky view of the ... bathroom floor, and part of a towel? It doesn't stay there, though. Instead, the focus seems to be (or is TRYING to be) on the football-sized black thing zipping across the floor and out of view.]

[Then the camera awkwardly turns to the face of its holder, who apparently just get out of the shower, judging by the way her hair is plastered down wetly around the sides of her face and the towel she's got wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak. Said shoulders are hunched. Apparently she's perched on the edge of the bathtub. No questionable steamy semi-nude shots from THIS girl, though-- this is SERIOUS BUSINESS, and Heather's voice is an odd mix between amused, proud, and exasperated.]}

This is a Public Services Announcement about why you shouldn't let your Pokemon into the bathroom when they're about to level up even if they do like playing in all the water leftover after a shower.

Watch and be enlightened.

_{[The camera turns to the floor again as Heather slowly and methodically sticks one foot out and sets it down on the tile.]

[INSTANTLY and without any warning, the black thing comes streaking back onto the camera with the intention of violently attacking its trainer's toes with a long yellow beak and a volley of chittering squawks.]

[Heather yanks her foot up again with a small shriek and the Murkrow goes scuttling off behind the sink.]}

See? SEE?

Here, I'll repeat the demonstration for anyone who may have missed that.

Everybody watching?

_{[She repeats the motion, this time putting both feet on the ground.]

[The attack-crow reappears, wings flared and beak wide-open. It squabbles and pecks around in circles around Heather's feet for a second or two before, once again, skittering off across the floor to hide in the bath curtains, tiny claws clicking on the tiles.]}

I can't make it more than a couple of steps without getting Murkrow'd. I used to be able to outrun her, but now she's like an unstoppable toe-eating machine.

And all because of this.

_{[She presses a button on the 'Gear to make it repeat its last automated message. Which it does, in a cheerful computerized voice.]}

WREN grew to LEVEL 5! WREN learned PURSUIT!

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Throw something to distract it.

_{[... SOB BUT THERE WAS NOTHING TO THROW-- oh wait. Toothbrush.]

[She picks up a toothbrush (whoops, it's Henry's... sorry bro) and sort of ... chucks it at the floor.]

[INSTANT CROW ATTACK-- aaaand with that, Heather's dropping the 'Gear and making a break for the door. Enjoy the racket, Ironhide.]}

[He just holds the 'gear at arms' length, and... well. Hopes this works.]

_{[Ironhide is treated to the incredibly uninteresting view of the bathroom ceiling for a few minutes. But then, Heather reappears, picking the 'Gear up. She's wearing clothes, so the plan must have been successful.]}

Mission accomplished.

Hah. Told you it would work.

I owe you my life.

I may have had to live it toeless were it not for your advice.

... Or, nah, I'd have gotten out eventually. Still, thanks.

_{[... Aaaand the black menace itself is clambering up the side of her vest, beak over claw. It wants to fight with her ears. >8I]}

You need to put it in its container, before it does something dangerous.

Like the other one.

[He scowls at it, over the video feed.]

Like the ot-- oh. Oh, no. She's not like-- she's just a mouthy baby.

_{[The Murkrow makes it up onto her shoulder and immediately starts to beaknom on her ear, making GROK GROK noises.]}

She's-- cut it out, Wren-- harmless.

I was mostly exaggerating for the sake of humor.

Harmless.

[This is the most skeptical look in the history of skeptical looks.]

It is chewing on your head.

... Yep.

Yeah, she is.

_{[Most babies had one thing in common: everything went in their mouths.]}

...

That is disgusting.

Could be worse. At least beaks are generally slobber-free.

You should see how my dog says hi.

_{[Ironhide would probably HATE Cujo.]}

[He makes a face.]

I hate dogs. They look like rodents.

Rodents? Really?

I can think of a lot of unflattering dog comparisons, but rodents ain't one of 'em.

... Unless you're talking about those dinky teacup chihuahuas. Because I'm pretty sure those ones are rodents.

[His expression darkens, and the next words are more of a growl than actual words.]

Yes. Those.

OOH. Venomous.

Bad experience?

It leaked fluids all over my foot!

_{[.... SNORT.]

[There's no witty reply to that. She tries to pretend she's trying not to laugh for a second or two, but it doesn't last long.]

[There is a teenage girl laughing at you, Ironhide. What do.]}

[What do?]

[Stare at the camera. Making this face. And wait for her to stop laughing.]

_{[... Oh god.]

[When she does eventually trail off and look up, seeing THAT FACE just cracks her right up again.]

[SORRY IRONHIDE.]}

[Well. You know what? Ironhide is just. Going to wander off to get a sandwich. And let her laugh.]

_[PFFFFT--]

Wh-- aw, no, come back, I didn't mean it!

... Okay I did!

But I'm not laughing at you, honest!

[ ... All Heather gets for the moment is an image of Egg the Lairon, peering curiously into the camera.]

_{[In turn, she stares seriously at the inquisitive Lairon.]}

Y'know, your trainer needs a sense of humor. Stat.

[Egg tilts his head, and appears to nod in answer -- Yep. He sure does.]