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victory_road2017-02-21 08:28 pm
notvaljean) wrote in victory_road2017-02-21 08:28 pm
video; A Blitz Kirschtein Production
[The communicator comes on with an audible zap. It’s obvious why a moment later, when a very cranky, very round face peers down into the screen. It’s Blitz the Electrode, terror to all who know him, looking exceptionally disgruntled, even for him. He makes some annoyed crackling sounds, and someone moans off screen.]
Go chase wild Pokemon if you need something to do, just stop making noise…
[Blitz rolls his eyes at the camera, then ducks down to pick up the communicator in his mouth. The image jars around a bit as the Electrode moves it, showing, amongst other things: a startled Torracat face; a pair of sneakers discarded under a bed; a backpack that has very clearly been dug through by some greedy Pokemon looking for treats. It finally settles on a bed, with its blankets all tossed and crumpled. The bed’s inhabitant isn’t visible, except for a shock of tangled, ashy blond hair, and one long, skinny arm sticking out from under the covers.]
[Blitz crackles again, and the blankets shift.]
I said go away!
[The blankets move, and Jean peers out from underneath them. His hair is standing up in all directions, his eyes are so puffy they’re almost swollen shut, and his nose is bright red and dripping.]
The hell do you…
[His voice trails off and his eyes widen, as much as they’re able, when he sees what Blitz has.]
Blitz, no! That better not be recording, I swear to…
[Jean reaches for the communicator, and Blitz makes a smug sound as he rolls backwards, out of reach.]
Jean?
[Another voice, this one equally weak and clogged up.]
Jean, what’s going on?
[Jean shoots a wild-eyed look over his shoulder, and Blitz helpfully hops up to show there’s another bed in the room, similarly inhabited by another teenager and a curled up Arcanine.]
Nothing! Nothing’s going on!
[Jean turns back to Blitz, and there’s pure murder on his face now.]
You give me that communicator, you fat ball of plastic, or I swear to the gods…
[OOC: Sharing is caring and Bertolt gave his plague cold to Jean, so answers could come from Jean or Bertolt or both!or even Blitz, if anyone wants to talk to him]
Go chase wild Pokemon if you need something to do, just stop making noise…
[Blitz rolls his eyes at the camera, then ducks down to pick up the communicator in his mouth. The image jars around a bit as the Electrode moves it, showing, amongst other things: a startled Torracat face; a pair of sneakers discarded under a bed; a backpack that has very clearly been dug through by some greedy Pokemon looking for treats. It finally settles on a bed, with its blankets all tossed and crumpled. The bed’s inhabitant isn’t visible, except for a shock of tangled, ashy blond hair, and one long, skinny arm sticking out from under the covers.]
[Blitz crackles again, and the blankets shift.]
I said go away!
[The blankets move, and Jean peers out from underneath them. His hair is standing up in all directions, his eyes are so puffy they’re almost swollen shut, and his nose is bright red and dripping.]
The hell do you…
[His voice trails off and his eyes widen, as much as they’re able, when he sees what Blitz has.]
Blitz, no! That better not be recording, I swear to…
[Jean reaches for the communicator, and Blitz makes a smug sound as he rolls backwards, out of reach.]
Jean?
[Another voice, this one equally weak and clogged up.]
Jean, what’s going on?
[Jean shoots a wild-eyed look over his shoulder, and Blitz helpfully hops up to show there’s another bed in the room, similarly inhabited by another teenager and a curled up Arcanine.]
Nothing! Nothing’s going on!
[Jean turns back to Blitz, and there’s pure murder on his face now.]
You give me that communicator, you fat ball of plastic, or I swear to the gods…
[OOC: Sharing is caring and Bertolt gave his plague cold to Jean, so answers could come from Jean or Bertolt or both!
action
[Blitz hunkers down in the corner, his grip on the communicator still strong, and glares at the door as it creaks open. His scowl only intensifies when Carey pokes her face around the door frame.]
"Go away, you know I don't like you."]
["That's not what Ereeeeeen said!"]
[And she lunges.]
[Jean tucks his legs up close to his chest as the two Pokemon charge around the room, and sick as he is, it's pretty damn funny to watch Blitz flee from anyone.]
You had a chance to give it back, Blitz! You brought this on yourself!
Action;
"Let go of that thiiiiing!! Don't make me sting you! I wil!!]
Action;
[And it won't matter one bit, Blitz, she's immune to that!]
[Blitz keeps up a good run for a few moments, but the room is too small for him to keep running for long, and he ends up in a corner. He drops the communicator and starts charging up, vibrating and glowing, and Jean sits bolt upright in bed.]
Blitz! DON'T YOU DARE DO THAT INSIDE!
[Fuck fuck fuck, that's his Self-Destruct behavior!]