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victory_road2019-10-15 12:42 am
whymustifeel) wrote in victory_road2019-10-15 12:42 am
002 / text+video
[Sometime early Monday evening, the following blunt, all-caps message pops onto the network:]
CAN ANYONE CONFIRM THAT THIS ISN'T ANOTHER HALLUCINATION FROM MY DEER? THANKS
[Attached is a photo of a massive net woven from vines, hanging from a rope attached to a tree branch. The creature inside is blurry- clearly attempting to escape and unwilling to sit still- but appears to be an Ultra Beast. From the looks of it, the photo was taken not far from one of the main structures at the Ruins of Alph.
A Stantler can be seen at the edge of the picture, keeping a wary eye on the Naganadel.
Several minutes pass. Another message, much shorter:]
jkl;hkhg
[Followed by another photo, far more blurry than the last, of a massive purple creature making a beeline for the camera; leaving behind a tattered green net in the background.
Some time passes with no further replies or posts from Fred- just long enough for it to feel uncomfortably long. Eventually, though, a third post emerges- a video this time around.
The video starts on a blurry closeup of Fred's face. He waves as the camera comes into focus, revealing minor scrapes and cuts on his hands and face- nothing major, luckily. His clothes and hair are ruffled, and theres a large tear in his shirt sleeve. The ascot is intact.]
Hiya! Wow, so- these guys are a lot tougher than the other Pokemon I've been catching with these nets, huh? I'm gonna have to go back to the drawing board- and find somewhere I can buy actual materials.
Doesn't help that Tyler here's been spending the last few days using those horns to- I dunno, make me think I've caught something when I haven't. Or the other way around! I don't get what his deal is.
[At the word "Tyler", Fred adjusts the camera to pan to the Stantler lying beside him, who flicks an ear in response. Two others things become clear in this moment; first, that Fred is sitting cross-legged in the grass, his free hand idly patting the Stantler; second, that the Naganadel from before hasn't left.
It's watching him from the forest.]
Anyway, it sucks that I caught that guy and it got away, but it's a learning experience, y'know? I still gotta figure what kind of traps work best for what Pokemon, and figuring out what doesn't work is just as valuable as knowing what does!
... Also, does anyone know if those things are venomous, 'cause he shot some stingers at me and I feel a little woozy.
[The Stantler tenses as the camera shuts off.]
CAN ANYONE CONFIRM THAT THIS ISN'T ANOTHER HALLUCINATION FROM MY DEER? THANKS
[Attached is a photo of a massive net woven from vines, hanging from a rope attached to a tree branch. The creature inside is blurry- clearly attempting to escape and unwilling to sit still- but appears to be an Ultra Beast. From the looks of it, the photo was taken not far from one of the main structures at the Ruins of Alph.
A Stantler can be seen at the edge of the picture, keeping a wary eye on the Naganadel.
Several minutes pass. Another message, much shorter:]
jkl;hkhg
[Followed by another photo, far more blurry than the last, of a massive purple creature making a beeline for the camera; leaving behind a tattered green net in the background.
Some time passes with no further replies or posts from Fred- just long enough for it to feel uncomfortably long. Eventually, though, a third post emerges- a video this time around.
The video starts on a blurry closeup of Fred's face. He waves as the camera comes into focus, revealing minor scrapes and cuts on his hands and face- nothing major, luckily. His clothes and hair are ruffled, and theres a large tear in his shirt sleeve. The ascot is intact.]
Hiya! Wow, so- these guys are a lot tougher than the other Pokemon I've been catching with these nets, huh? I'm gonna have to go back to the drawing board- and find somewhere I can buy actual materials.
Doesn't help that Tyler here's been spending the last few days using those horns to- I dunno, make me think I've caught something when I haven't. Or the other way around! I don't get what his deal is.
[At the word "Tyler", Fred adjusts the camera to pan to the Stantler lying beside him, who flicks an ear in response. Two others things become clear in this moment; first, that Fred is sitting cross-legged in the grass, his free hand idly patting the Stantler; second, that the Naganadel from before hasn't left.
It's watching him from the forest.]
Anyway, it sucks that I caught that guy and it got away, but it's a learning experience, y'know? I still gotta figure what kind of traps work best for what Pokemon, and figuring out what doesn't work is just as valuable as knowing what does!
... Also, does anyone know if those things are venomous, 'cause he shot some stingers at me and I feel a little woozy.
[The Stantler tenses as the camera shuts off.]
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It's not that bad! I mean, I only get a little bit of vertigo when I try to stand up.
[The Stantler at his side nudges him, looking nervous. Sure, Fred may seem to (mostly) have a good grip on his senses, but Tyler would rather not have his new trainer pass out and have to lug him to the Pokemon Center himself.]
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[She notices the Stantler's nervous look, but there's not a whole lot she can do to reassure the big guy. Although so far she's not actually sure that reassurance is the correct action to take, here. More info is needed.]
So where're you at, anyway?
[Worse comes to worse, at least she'll know where to direct emergency services so poor Tyler isn't left on his own.]
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I'm in the Ruins of Alph... somewhere. I think near the entrance? I dunno.
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[He picks up the Pokegear and turns it around, panning it around the area. After a moment, the camera stops moving, then zooms in on the tourist outpost in the distance. He's not right next to it, but it's visibly close to him, maybe several hundred feet away.]
I think so! Why?
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[Tyler grunts in irritation. Listen to her!]
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... Do you speak deer?
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[Fred frowns, before turning to stare directly into his Pokemon's eyes. For about fifteen seconds. Dead silent.
Tyler looks faintly uncomfortable.
Eventually, Fred turns back to Marceline and shrugs.]
I don't see it.
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[She kind of tunes Fred out, here, and leans to one side even though that's not strictly necessary within the context of this video call. Her focus is now on Tyler the Stantler.]
Hey, dude, are you gonna be okay? Blink once for yes, twice for no. I'll call the guys at the tourist center if you need me to.
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[The Stantler huffs, but blinks once. He appreciates the concern, but he's fine. He's just coming to terms with the level of foolishness he's going to have to expect from this kid.]
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[She's talking to Fred again, now.]
Try not to take him for granted, though, okay? That'd be super unfair to him.
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[Fred's known this deer for like, a couple days at most but he absolutely loves him, trap debates aside.]