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victory_road2017-04-22 07:31 pm
bertall) wrote in victory_road2017-04-22 07:31 pm
o4 | video
[At first the broadcast seems like it may have been unintentional with how Bertolt is moving around with it, the camera jerking and spinning around the hotel room he and the rest of his friends have been staying in. Eventually he stops, and after some hesitation, brings the camera up to eye-level to show a more-than-nervous expression and a massive Arcanine with a heavy dose of stripes sits behind him. Okay, he can do this. It's fine, right?]
S-So, uh... I've been here for a little over six months now, but I haven't really... I-I mean, uh... I'm supposed to be a breeder, but I've been... [Terrified? Afraid? Worried he was going to somehow screw something up beyond repair?] Nervous, I guess. A-Anyway, I finally tried, and, well...
[With shaky hands, Bertolt carefully turns the camera around to show off not one, not two, but six Growlithe puppies entertaining themselves with a six-way game of tug-o-war with one of his (unfortunately) favorite sweaters.]
I know breeders are supposed to try finding homes for them before they hatch, b-but I wanted to make sure they were all okay. Four are being held, but there's still two more who'll be looking for someone to rely on.
[//action]
[Once he's done with his little broadcast, Bertolt's expression shifts and he throws his 'gear over onto his backpack in favor of running forward to try and grab as many of the puppies as he can with one hand and what remains of his sweater with the other.]
G-Guys, come on! T-That was my only other good one!
S-So, uh... I've been here for a little over six months now, but I haven't really... I-I mean, uh... I'm supposed to be a breeder, but I've been... [Terrified? Afraid? Worried he was going to somehow screw something up beyond repair?] Nervous, I guess. A-Anyway, I finally tried, and, well...
[With shaky hands, Bertolt carefully turns the camera around to show off not one, not two, but six Growlithe puppies entertaining themselves with a six-way game of tug-o-war with one of his (unfortunately) favorite sweaters.]
I know breeders are supposed to try finding homes for them before they hatch, b-but I wanted to make sure they were all okay. Four are being held, but there's still two more who'll be looking for someone to rely on.
[//action]
[Once he's done with his little broadcast, Bertolt's expression shifts and he throws his 'gear over onto his backpack in favor of running forward to try and grab as many of the puppies as he can with one hand and what remains of his sweater with the other.]
G-Guys, come on! T-That was my only other good one!
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I'm just not sure if it is the best idea to keep them inside either. They are really energetic and, uh, I'm not sure if the furniture is sturdy enough.
[Or Bertolt's clothing, for that matter.]
We could have some other our other pokemon help watch them outside. I think in this sort of situation, the best strategy would be to outnumber them.
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...Sturdy.
[Armin. Armin, look at him.]
--Marcel, bed time.
[BED? Marcel heard bed! Whipping his head up with enough force to accidentally tip one of the puppies into the others, Marcel carefully trots around the little balls of fur nipping at his ankle tufts to hop up on the bed next to Armin. It groans and dips under his weight, but nothing beyond that happens.
Look, the furniture is plenty sturdy!]
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When Marcel moves to hop up onto the bed, Armin scrambles back, flattening himself against the wall. Listen, he was already buried underneath Marcel once when he evolved, and that is enough for him. Marcel is a good boy, but he is also a very heavy boy and Armin likes his bones unsnapped.]
Still, they might chew on everything as they teeth. And, ah, they might start fires accidentally. Magellan nearly did that a few times when he was young.
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Very, very heavy.]
Do-- [Bertolt reaches back down to try snagging the remains of his sweater away, grimacing when he manages to get it - it's soaked in drool in some spots, and at this point he may as well knot it up and give it to them as an actual toy.] Eugh... Do you have anything that could help babysit them? I don't want them running off or someone... [Taking them.]
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I recently caught a pokemon that might work, but she can be... a little intimidating, perhaps. They might like playing with Hannibal too, but I'm not sure if he wouldn't just let them run off.
[The piloswine would probably make for a fun 'mountain' to climb for little growlithes, but Armin has a feeling he'd be far too lax to actually keep them together.]
Action;
[He hesitates for a few moments, but finally takes a seat to let the puppies swarm up into his lap. Some try to lick at his face, while some try to bite the collar of his undershirt or try to go for the sweater remains that he starts trying to tie up.]
But I don't think these guys are really afraid of anything right now.
[If anything, they are in that 'put my mouth around everything that could be food or toys' phase.]
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[She is super sweet, but Armin will admit his new Steelix can be rather intimidating on first sight. He had been intimidated until he realised she had not intended to scare him at all.]
She is far too big to release here though.
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[Armin, please say it's not another whale. He nearly had a heart attack the first time he saw a Wailord.]
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[It is big, but not a whale.]
If you want, we could go outside and I could show you.
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[He's teasing, honestly.]
Help me round them up?
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You know I wouldn't lie to you.
[Or will he.]
And I'll help once you get Marcel off me.
[Look at him. He's pinned down under the huge head of your dog here, Bertolt.]
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Are you sure about that?
[He swore he remembers Armin promising that he'd look really cool once! And then he was in trouble!]
--Marcel, come on.
[Nooooooooooooooooo--okay, fine, dad.]
Action;
Armin waits for Bertolt to wrestle Marcel aside so he can slip down from the bed to stand on there floor where he is promptly 'attacked' by one of the puppies.]
You know, he really sounds like a person when he makes that noise. It's almost a little freaky.
Action;
Giving Marcel's butt a good shove to get him out of the way once his feet are on the floor, Bertolt gives him a curious look as he saunters over to the corner to settle back in the blanket nest he set up.]
Does he?
[Could dogs talk in this world?]
Action;
[Or, well, that is what it sounds like to Armin at least.]
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[His brows furrow for a moment as he bends over to scoop up one of the smaller puppies, silently thankful that it doesn't go for the sweater he has on. Maybe it's just when clothes are out in the open... Hopefully.]
Maybe he's starting to mimic us?
Action;
[Anyway.]
Do you want me to carry any of these?
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[It'll be an entire conversation consisting of various tones of 'no'! Even when he's happy and means yes!]
But, ah... Just grab whichever ones you can? They're really small right now, so they shouldn't be too bad.
Action;
But okay. He can do this.
Leaning down, Armin catches one growlithe puppy around the fat belly, hoisting it into his arms. Okay. That wasn't so bad!
Or well. Not until the puppy wriggles around and launches a full frontal assault on his ear which has Armin hiccuping with laughter.]
N-nooo, don't. Bertolt, help.
Action;
It's cute. Part of him wishes he had a third arm to snap a picture with his gear, but he'll just have to deal with his memory and some light-hearted teasing.]
I think she likes you, Armin.
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[Of course that would probably have a lot more effect if he wasn't still howling with laughter, tears starting to gather at the corners of his eyes from the sheer force of it.
Well. At least this ear will be very clean.
And several of the other puppies, feeling left out in this whole thing, start rearing up against his legs, barking noisily, happily, wanting to know what all the fuss is about.]
Re: Action;
[Bertolt has ideas, but will he actually swoop in and rescue Armin from the puppy attack?
Not a chance.
When the others start trying to see what's going on, Bertolt takes the chance to scoop a second one up. He can't carry all of them, but he can at least carry two.]
Come on, guys! Outside!
[Once they are outside, then they can mob everyone they want.]
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When Bertolt starts to herd the puppies outside, Armin finally manages to pull his ear out of her reach. That just means that she promptly attacks his chin with licking, but that's okay. It's better than the ear-assault.
Still gasping and hiccuping slightly after that laughter fit, he follows Bertolt out, looking forward to being able to put this little hell-beast down so he can wipe the tears off his face and look slightly presentable again.]
Action;
Setting his down on the porch when he nudges the door open with his hip, Bertolt keeps it open until Armin and the others pass by. Is he enjoying this a little too much? Yes, yes he is.]
I take back what I said - I think she really, really likes you.
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It feels like she is trying to lick me to death.
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