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Aug. 13th, 2021
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un_oiseau_rebelle[It's not immediately clear who's filming this video, but it's pretty clear it's not Shinobu himself, because he's standing well in front of the camera. In fact, there are two of them: one looking (relatively) calm, while the other cowers behind him, looking absolutely terrified. The reason for that Shinobu's state is also immediately obvious - namely, the Galarian Rapidash standing in front of the pair, horn lowered to skewering range. glaring at the second Shinobu with, as they say, blood in her eye and murder in her heart. Somewhere behind her, a Midnight Lycanroc is looking on with something approaching worship (not that she'll admit it); viewers may also get a glimpse here and there of one of the two Vulpix, Alolan and Johtoian, who are actually manipulating the camera.
The realer, calmer Shinobu has his hands out placatingly, speaking gently to the Rapidash. If he's rattled at all by any of this (he is), he's doing a very good job of not showing it.]
Kirin, it's all right. It didn't mean any harm - it was just trying to be helpful.
[Kirin does not look entirely convinced.]
The realer, calmer Shinobu has his hands out placatingly, speaking gently to the Rapidash. If he's rattled at all by any of this (he is), he's doing a very good job of not showing it.]
Kirin, it's all right. It didn't mean any harm - it was just trying to be helpful.
[Kirin does not look entirely convinced.]
Aug. 13th, 2021 07:24 pm
3rd đź’€ Video; backdated around 8/5
amaure[As the feed cuts in, the viewers are treated to the sight of what looks to be some ancient temple-like room of some sort, completely filled with water, and the drift of the view shows that all exits are indeed sealed off—like an aquatic tomb. Which, probably makes for a grim opening to this whole thing, is this someone's gear after they've perhaps—]
Well, this is embarrassing.
[Oh, nope. Still very much alive it seems.
As the voice cuts through the silence, so too does the visage of Solus as he turns the camera back on himself. He is decidedly less wet than the room he has showcased, an effect from that neat little move called Dive. Encased in some sort of bubble, so too are his companions from their own Pokémon.
The smile he bears is one of performative embarrassment, not even a true attempt at playing up the sentiment he so claims in this predicament. Look, he can be a decent actor when he feels like it, and right now maybe he's not feeling inclined to put on the most spectacular performance. As he begins again, he turns the camera to show Jane off to the side looking rather despondent and genuinely embarrassed, then focusing on Dirk as he seems to be filing away at a mural of Arceus as it created the world.
Particularly Arceus' face.
However, within the shot is an altar that has three items upon it: an ornate helmet that looks similar to Giratina's own crown-like head, a chestplate that is reminiscent of Dialga's own with an icy blue gem in the middle, and a gauntlet made in likeness of Palkia's own arm. He focuses the camera on that, but the viewer can still see part of Dirk as he seems pretty damn focused on defacing Arceus—literally.]
You see, we were able to enter this chamber after we made quick work of the tiresome mechanism which barred our entry. After which we found one of our desired slabs and we likewise found these trinkets. But upon their removal, it would seem we've been locked inside, with little means of escape.
[With that said, he turns the view back onto himself as he gives a disarming and almost apologetic smile.]
Which is to say, we have not the ability whatsoever to open this door from the inside and these walls are proving rather robust in their fortitude. Putting the artifacts back has proven fruitless as you can see.
[Using his Relicanth, he approaches the altar, grabbing the ridiculously ornate helm, placing it upon his head like he's attempting to provoke the gods themselves. Maybe he is. Or maybe he's showing that at this point it doesn't matter what they do with them, because they're stuck in this watery prison.]
And so, I wish to call upon those whom are brave and willing to play the part of being our heroes. This chamber is deep within the temple, by no means is it an easy journey, nor the mechanism one so simply disarmed. This excursion will require no small amount of courage, strength, and intelligence.
Though, in lieu of any rescue efforts, I do suppose dying down here—while undesirable—is not the worst fate we could face, slow and grueling it will likely prove to be. Then again, that would likely leave the slab locked away...
[He looks off for a moment, as if wistfully contemplating the likelihood of such a fate, his free hand idly touching one of the curved gold pieces of the helmet...before he focuses back on the camera with a smile.]
Right then, pray do not keep us waiting, heroes!
Well, this is embarrassing.
[Oh, nope. Still very much alive it seems.
As the voice cuts through the silence, so too does the visage of Solus as he turns the camera back on himself. He is decidedly less wet than the room he has showcased, an effect from that neat little move called Dive. Encased in some sort of bubble, so too are his companions from their own Pokémon.
The smile he bears is one of performative embarrassment, not even a true attempt at playing up the sentiment he so claims in this predicament. Look, he can be a decent actor when he feels like it, and right now maybe he's not feeling inclined to put on the most spectacular performance. As he begins again, he turns the camera to show Jane off to the side looking rather despondent and genuinely embarrassed, then focusing on Dirk as he seems to be filing away at a mural of Arceus as it created the world.
Particularly Arceus' face.
However, within the shot is an altar that has three items upon it: an ornate helmet that looks similar to Giratina's own crown-like head, a chestplate that is reminiscent of Dialga's own with an icy blue gem in the middle, and a gauntlet made in likeness of Palkia's own arm. He focuses the camera on that, but the viewer can still see part of Dirk as he seems pretty damn focused on defacing Arceus—literally.]
You see, we were able to enter this chamber after we made quick work of the tiresome mechanism which barred our entry. After which we found one of our desired slabs and we likewise found these trinkets. But upon their removal, it would seem we've been locked inside, with little means of escape.
[With that said, he turns the view back onto himself as he gives a disarming and almost apologetic smile.]
Which is to say, we have not the ability whatsoever to open this door from the inside and these walls are proving rather robust in their fortitude. Putting the artifacts back has proven fruitless as you can see.
[Using his Relicanth, he approaches the altar, grabbing the ridiculously ornate helm, placing it upon his head like he's attempting to provoke the gods themselves. Maybe he is. Or maybe he's showing that at this point it doesn't matter what they do with them, because they're stuck in this watery prison.]
And so, I wish to call upon those whom are brave and willing to play the part of being our heroes. This chamber is deep within the temple, by no means is it an easy journey, nor the mechanism one so simply disarmed. This excursion will require no small amount of courage, strength, and intelligence.
Though, in lieu of any rescue efforts, I do suppose dying down here—while undesirable—is not the worst fate we could face, slow and grueling it will likely prove to be. Then again, that would likely leave the slab locked away...
[He looks off for a moment, as if wistfully contemplating the likelihood of such a fate, his free hand idly touching one of the curved gold pieces of the helmet...before he focuses back on the camera with a smile.]
Right then, pray do not keep us waiting, heroes!
