Heather Mason (
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victory_road2017-03-10 11:05 pm
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004. Video
[The entire screen is black and white as it pans across a backyard. Everything's buried under a good foot of snow, and big fat flakes are whirling past the camera so fast that they straight-up pixelate.]
So... for those just tuning in...
[The camera's view jerks very suddenly to a massively fluffy Growlithe, who is very carefully sniffing the base of a completely snow-covered shrub.]
... We're going for the fifteen-minute mark on Cooj TAKING HIS SWEET-ASS TIME FIGURING OUT WHERE TO PEE.
For the love of GOD, Cujo.
[He looks back at the camera, big pink tongue lolling out, and shakes off, spraying half-melted snow everywhere. Then he moves on to one of the patio chairs, along with the lumpy, weird-looking snowman from earlier that afternoon cheekily posed to be sitting in it-- to give that the once-over with his nose instead. And the trainer behind the camera lets out a melodramatic sigh.]
What crime did I commit in a past life to deserve thi--
[and right then and there the video turns to a blur, because the snowman in the patio chair just stood up and Heather is LEAVING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE FUCK THAT COOJ YOU CAN PEE ON YOUR OWN]
So... for those just tuning in...
[The camera's view jerks very suddenly to a massively fluffy Growlithe, who is very carefully sniffing the base of a completely snow-covered shrub.]
... We're going for the fifteen-minute mark on Cooj TAKING HIS SWEET-ASS TIME FIGURING OUT WHERE TO PEE.
For the love of GOD, Cujo.
[He looks back at the camera, big pink tongue lolling out, and shakes off, spraying half-melted snow everywhere. Then he moves on to one of the patio chairs, along with the lumpy, weird-looking snowman from earlier that afternoon cheekily posed to be sitting in it-- to give that the once-over with his nose instead. And the trainer behind the camera lets out a melodramatic sigh.]
What crime did I commit in a past life to deserve thi--
[and right then and there the video turns to a blur, because the snowman in the patio chair just stood up and Heather is LEAVING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE FUCK THAT COOJ YOU CAN PEE ON YOUR OWN]
[Video]
[The camera blurs as she holds it away from herself so that it can scan through the glass door.]
--GROWLITHE, the PUPPY Pokemon! Growlithe is--
--dammit, not the dog!
The thing!!
[She waves it futilely... but all it seems to be picking up is the Growlithe, who has brought the creepy-ass snow sculpture a stick, and is waiting expectantly for it to be thrown. It does not throw the stick. It just keeps staring straight into the house.]
[Video]
[She waits in silence for an agonizing minute, watching the screen jostle quite a bit as Heather tries to get a reading.]
...... W-well?
[Video]
Like, not even an 'Unknown Pokemon' reading, which it like... definitely does sometimes when it's a Ghost-type in disguise or something.
[Video]
[That
That is not good. In fact, that's worse.]
[Video]
Apparently.
[SHE HATES IT.]
[Video]
T-that's not good.
[Yes, Rakka.]
[Video]
[She puts the 'Gear down on the countertop. :I;;]
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G-good luck!
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