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nostabbing) wrote2013-09-15 07:25 pm
nostabbing) wrote2013-09-15 07:25 pm
Entry tags:
- all the thieves in the club say yeah,
- awesome parenting 101,
- basically the worst rocket ever,
- bonecrusher the bunearygeddon,
- bored bored bored bored bored,
- bye bye bunny kaboom,
- discovering her spirit pokemon,
- failing at social conformity forever,
- flee for your lives,
- hitters gonna hit,
- learning to like stuff,
- no stabbing parker,
- no-context theater,
- noodle incidents everywhere,
- normalcy for dummies,
- parker stop messing around,
- parker what the hell even,
- pokemon trainer or pokemon train her,
- probably learned this from hardison,
- shenanigans forever,
- surprisingly unfazed,
- there's something wrong with her,
- this seems totally legit,
- what does this button do,
- what is even happening right now,
- who let her have that thing,
- ▶ ecruteak city
009 | Ecruteak City | Video;
Okay. Yeah, there, hold it steady, just like that.
[Pokemon-savvy viewers tuning in to this video might be able to recognize that it's taking place on Route 38 (just outside of Ecruteak City) just from the background music alone, even before the darkness covering the camera clears to supply video as well as audio — it seems the camera'mon in question has his hands over the lens, and it's going to take some adjusting before things ultimately come into focus. But when the uniform black picture finally recedes, it ultimately revealsParker Alice in jeans and a black shirt, her hair tied back in a messy ponytail and her backpack just on the edge of view.
And it seems she's been busy, because wherever she is (some open, grassy area on the outskirts of town, it seems), there's a pretty elaborate structure set up in view of the camera: from the looks of things, it's some kind of ridiculously complicated maze. The view is coming from a high enough angle that a complicated mess of twists and turns can be seen, and there are plenty of dead-ends and other such pitfalls built into the design as well. Clearly, some real thought and time was put into this.]
Okay, watch this. It's so cool.
[She heads to the "exit" of the maze and sets down a few crisp, damp leaves of what appears to be fresh green lettuce, arranging them neatly into a little mound. Then, after a moment, she retreats offscreen and returns with an adorable little Buneary snuggled into her arms.]
Ready?
[She holds the Buneary aloft, then picks her way through the maze to the center (stepping over the tangle of walls with indifferent ease) and gently sets him down in the middle room before rapidly bending backwards and cartwheeling nimbly out of view — the walkover being faster than turning and stepping, apparently.]
Okay! Just like we practiced! Ready, set, go!
[For a moment, the Buneary is still, its nose twitching as it looks around curiously and regards its new circumstances. Then, suddenly, it seems to catch the scent of the lettuce and —
AND SUDDENLY A DEAFENING CRACK OF THUNDER ROARS OUT AS LIGHTNING RAINS DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS TO STRIKE THE NEAREST WALL OF THE MAZE
FOLLOWED BY A WRITHING MASS OF VINES GROWING UP FROM EVERY DIRECTION TO OVERTAKE THE RUBBLE
FOLLOWED BY AN ERUPTION OF FLAMES THAT CATCH ON THE VINES AND TURN THE ENTIRE MASS INTO A BLAZING INFERNO
AFTER WHICH BATTERED CHIPS OF CRUSHED ROCK GO FLYING IN EVERY DIRECTION LIKE TINY PROJECTILES OF CERTAIN DOOM
—after which a gentle rain begins to fall in the immediate area, extinguishing the flames and sending up the audible hiss of water turning to vapor as imperturbably, the Buneary hops his way through the smoldering ashes of the wreckage that once was a maze, approaches the lettuce leaves, and begins to chew thoughtfully on them.
From somewhere off-camera, Parker's voice can once again be heard.]
Pretty cool, huh?!
[Can you just hear the 8D in her tone? Because it's there.]
[Pokemon-savvy viewers tuning in to this video might be able to recognize that it's taking place on Route 38 (just outside of Ecruteak City) just from the background music alone, even before the darkness covering the camera clears to supply video as well as audio — it seems the camera'mon in question has his hands over the lens, and it's going to take some adjusting before things ultimately come into focus. But when the uniform black picture finally recedes, it ultimately reveals
And it seems she's been busy, because wherever she is (some open, grassy area on the outskirts of town, it seems), there's a pretty elaborate structure set up in view of the camera: from the looks of things, it's some kind of ridiculously complicated maze. The view is coming from a high enough angle that a complicated mess of twists and turns can be seen, and there are plenty of dead-ends and other such pitfalls built into the design as well. Clearly, some real thought and time was put into this.]
Okay, watch this. It's so cool.
[She heads to the "exit" of the maze and sets down a few crisp, damp leaves of what appears to be fresh green lettuce, arranging them neatly into a little mound. Then, after a moment, she retreats offscreen and returns with an adorable little Buneary snuggled into her arms.]
Ready?
[She holds the Buneary aloft, then picks her way through the maze to the center (stepping over the tangle of walls with indifferent ease) and gently sets him down in the middle room before rapidly bending backwards and cartwheeling nimbly out of view — the walkover being faster than turning and stepping, apparently.]
Okay! Just like we practiced! Ready, set, go!
[For a moment, the Buneary is still, its nose twitching as it looks around curiously and regards its new circumstances. Then, suddenly, it seems to catch the scent of the lettuce and —
AND SUDDENLY A DEAFENING CRACK OF THUNDER ROARS OUT AS LIGHTNING RAINS DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS TO STRIKE THE NEAREST WALL OF THE MAZE
FOLLOWED BY A WRITHING MASS OF VINES GROWING UP FROM EVERY DIRECTION TO OVERTAKE THE RUBBLE
FOLLOWED BY AN ERUPTION OF FLAMES THAT CATCH ON THE VINES AND TURN THE ENTIRE MASS INTO A BLAZING INFERNO
AFTER WHICH BATTERED CHIPS OF CRUSHED ROCK GO FLYING IN EVERY DIRECTION LIKE TINY PROJECTILES OF CERTAIN DOOM
—after which a gentle rain begins to fall in the immediate area, extinguishing the flames and sending up the audible hiss of water turning to vapor as imperturbably, the Buneary hops his way through the smoldering ashes of the wreckage that once was a maze, approaches the lettuce leaves, and begins to chew thoughtfully on them.
From somewhere off-camera, Parker's voice can once again be heard.]
Pretty cool, huh?!
[Can you just hear the 8D in her tone? Because it's there.]
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[Ralph knows there are things like ground/rock or fire/flying but...THAT WAS A LOT OF THINGS.]
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[She holds the Buneary up and shifts him around a little, like she's looking for a label or a price tag.]
I think he's "normal".
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Yeah...whole reason I came out this way was to introduce you to the kid. The fresh air was nice, but I think I'm ready to go home.
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[It's kind of weird, hearing someone refer to one of the cities here as "home" — unless he's talking about his Actual Home, she abruptly realizes, in which case that's a lot sadder of a remark than originally anticipated.]
I don't know when I'm going to be back. I've kinda...got a kid, too, watching out for and stuff. So...
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[He wonders if this was the same kid that hated camping...or if he was mis-remembering something.]
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Back home--home home, I never had to be responsible for anybody besides me. And now I have a bunch of critters I have ta keep outta trouble.