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nostabbing) wrote2014-01-07 04:21 pm
nostabbing) wrote2014-01-07 04:21 pm
Entry tags:
- alice can has friends plzkthx,
- all the thieves in the club say yeah,
- approach with caution,
- basically the worst rocket ever,
- everything is shit,
- failing at social conformity forever,
- flee for your lives,
- help is this character development,
- nate the poochyena,
- nice job breaking it lawful good,
- no stabbing parker,
- noodle incidents everywhere,
- parker what the hell even,
- pokemon trainer or pokemon train her,
- sophie the vulpix,
- there's something wrong with her,
- this seems totally legit,
- what is even happening right now,
- who let her have that thing,
- ▶ goldenrod city
011 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;
[It's a legitimately beautiful day in the neighborhood when the video comes on — the skies are partly cloudy but there are streaks of sun in places, and there's no snow on the ground. Rather, a bunch of probably incredibly confused plants have evidently decided that spring has arrived egregiously early this year, and are already starting to bud; the grass around is turning greener with every passing day, and ordinarily Parker would probably approve of that because green is objectively the best color, but today, she's...
Well.
From the looks of things, she's sitting against a tree in black jeans, a T-shirt, and a flannel hoodie over; her hair is long and a veritable mess, because she hasn't bothered to tie it back and she certainly hasn't bothered to brush it lately. And she's not really looking at the camera, despite being the one who intentionally turned it on. There's an equally tired-looking Eevee (one that, strangely, seems to be wearing a little white uniform with red trim) snuggled against her chest, and flanking her on either side are Nate the Mightyena (still in his dapper fedora) and Sophie the Ninetales (still in her diamond necklace collar), snug against her sides as though they're standing guard.
The camera angle is haphazard and sideways — not quite a Myspace angle, but clearly chosen without a whole lot of care for how the picture ultimately comes out.
Probably because it's a good reflection of Parker's mood right now.]
It's sixty-five degrees outside. In January.
[When she speaks, her voice is dull and flat — almost robotic, in the way she's just sort of pushing the words out.]
In January.
[A pause.]
Is the world ending? Maybe the world's ending.
[There's another pause, and this time when she speaks it's under her breath, more to herself than to the camera.]
Yeah. Maybe that's it.
[For a brief time, she doesn't say anything more, and then just when it's starting to look like she's forgotten she's still recording, the camera jiggles as her hand moves, and almost as an afterthought she switches the feed off.]
Well.
From the looks of things, she's sitting against a tree in black jeans, a T-shirt, and a flannel hoodie over; her hair is long and a veritable mess, because she hasn't bothered to tie it back and she certainly hasn't bothered to brush it lately. And she's not really looking at the camera, despite being the one who intentionally turned it on. There's an equally tired-looking Eevee (one that, strangely, seems to be wearing a little white uniform with red trim) snuggled against her chest, and flanking her on either side are Nate the Mightyena (still in his dapper fedora) and Sophie the Ninetales (still in her diamond necklace collar), snug against her sides as though they're standing guard.
The camera angle is haphazard and sideways — not quite a Myspace angle, but clearly chosen without a whole lot of care for how the picture ultimately comes out.
Probably because it's a good reflection of Parker's mood right now.]
It's sixty-five degrees outside. In January.
[When she speaks, her voice is dull and flat — almost robotic, in the way she's just sort of pushing the words out.]
In January.
[A pause.]
Is the world ending? Maybe the world's ending.
[There's another pause, and this time when she speaks it's under her breath, more to herself than to the camera.]
Yeah. Maybe that's it.
[For a brief time, she doesn't say anything more, and then just when it's starting to look like she's forgotten she's still recording, the camera jiggles as her hand moves, and almost as an afterthought she switches the feed off.]
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[Look, whatever she was expecting, it wasn't that.]
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[#HumbleBrag]
Whatever the end of the world throws at me? I can totally handle it.
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[Yes, he actually moves the camera to show his arm as he flexes. The angle sucks though.]
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ON THE OTHER HAND, WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING RIGHT NOW]
...What?
[WHAT.]
Really?
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[...]
Or Minnesota.
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Good thing, too. We're the best Viking tribe there is. Outcasts? Jerks. Berserkers? Insane. Yeah, Berk's where it's at...
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[WAIT]
— Aren't you supposed to have a dragon?
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Yeah. Me n' Hookfang? Too intimidating a team, here, so I have to do this quest without him. I have a fish that's going to be a dragon, though! Won't be as cool, I know, but I'm willing to give her a shot if she's willing to put the effort in.
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[Wait for it...]
I know you. You're famous.
[AND HERE WE GO...]
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[SINCE WHEN.]
I mean, yeah! Of course I am. For my daring deeds and awesomeness.
[Probably.]
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[That was actually super cool.]
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Yeah, that was me. They really couldn't have defeated the Red Death without my help. And here I thought you'd never heard of Berk!
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...Your dragon didn't get to come with you?
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His smug grin does drop at her other question though, replaced with an expression that is both annoyed and...almost tired?]
...Nah. Hookfang's still back on Berk, poor guy. Probably misses me like crazy.
[...Hopefully.]
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[...uh-oh. Um. What word does she want here, how is she supposed to — dammit this is hard enough on a regular basis without having been really upset already on top of it...]
Partner!
[...Look, at least she didn't say "pretzels". Though she came close.]
I miss him too. I think everybody misses somebody.
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[Just watch him flub that bluff roll.]
No, that's... That's for other people, not warriors like me. Yeah.
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[...Okay, well, that...seems...legit. And far be it from Parker to intuit otherwise, so...]
Did you ever think about adopting a dragon? Like from here?
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Lunch is going to be a dragon when I make her strong enough to break her curse, and Firecomb's gonna be a dragon, too.
Right now they're kinda just fishes and lizards.
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[...]
His name is Buddy.
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[Snotlout, you tried to name a species of dragon "razor-sharp-claw-talon-feet". You're not allowed to judge names.]
What kind of dragon is he? Does he do anything cool?
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[And then, with a minimum of offscreen shuffling, there's a flash of light and Parker turns the camera toward her big dopey green Dragonite, who obligingly waves as he has been trained to do.]
This is Buddy.
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