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victory_road2020-02-05 12:41 pm
conniemaheswaran) wrote in victory_road2020-02-05 12:41 pm
video on public trainer network
[Krookodile Bonbee is a moderately popular 'tuber on the general trainer network. His channel is focused on debunking myths about Pokémon that are commonly held as true and are even part of their info in the Pokédex—and demonstrating, very harshly, that some of the more wild tales are in fact, true. And you should always thank your local medical team for helping you when you do something very stupid with a wild Pokémon.]
[This week, he's taking a trek on Route 8 just a little bit away from civilization, towards a secluded forest grove.]
Alright, friends, today we're here to talk about Honedges and the rest of th' evolutionary line. [After a three-minute long lecture about Honedges, the superstitions around them, and the actual history (complete with fun infographics!), he comes to his conclusion.] Now, one of the most persistent rumors about Honedges, Doublades, and Aegislashes is that they drain anybody who holds their hilt of all of their vital juices though the li'l ribbon on th' pommel-whatsit. This, o'course, varies on a case-by-case basis, as always with this show—s'posedly.
But! People 'ave been whisperin' 'bout an old Honedge stuck in a rock somewhere 'round here. I've confirmed it for meself, too. If anythin's gonna hol' up ta those 'stitions, it's got ta be this one 'ere-
[He moves through the brush and into the clearing, only to find Connie casually grabbing the hilt of the Honedge that is, indeed, sunk hilt-deep in a rock in the center of the clearing.]
OI, LASS, DON'T, YA MIGHT-
[And, with a small tug, Connie pulls the Pokémon free from the rock. You can practically hear Bonbee's jaw dropping.]
[She tests the heft of the Honedge, giving it a few practice swings. She doesn't even realize that it's a Pokémon until it flies out of her hand and imitates a bow. Connie quirks her head to the side as it approximates a fighting stance.] Do... do you want to spar with me?
[The blade bobs a yes.]
Not my Pokémon?
[Another yes.]
If I do it, will you let me catch you?
[A third nod.]
Alright. [Connie shrugs, and pulls a training sword out of her backpack.] En garde!
[They then proceed to battle. While Connie can't actually hurt the thing (nor does she want to), she puts up a decent fight—and the clash makes excellent television. Bonbee leaves immediately after, mutters his catchphrase, and ends the video. Which goes viral within hours.]
[Welcome to internet fame, Connie.]
[This week, he's taking a trek on Route 8 just a little bit away from civilization, towards a secluded forest grove.]
Alright, friends, today we're here to talk about Honedges and the rest of th' evolutionary line. [After a three-minute long lecture about Honedges, the superstitions around them, and the actual history (complete with fun infographics!), he comes to his conclusion.] Now, one of the most persistent rumors about Honedges, Doublades, and Aegislashes is that they drain anybody who holds their hilt of all of their vital juices though the li'l ribbon on th' pommel-whatsit. This, o'course, varies on a case-by-case basis, as always with this show—s'posedly.
But! People 'ave been whisperin' 'bout an old Honedge stuck in a rock somewhere 'round here. I've confirmed it for meself, too. If anythin's gonna hol' up ta those 'stitions, it's got ta be this one 'ere-
[He moves through the brush and into the clearing, only to find Connie casually grabbing the hilt of the Honedge that is, indeed, sunk hilt-deep in a rock in the center of the clearing.]
OI, LASS, DON'T, YA MIGHT-
[And, with a small tug, Connie pulls the Pokémon free from the rock. You can practically hear Bonbee's jaw dropping.]
[She tests the heft of the Honedge, giving it a few practice swings. She doesn't even realize that it's a Pokémon until it flies out of her hand and imitates a bow. Connie quirks her head to the side as it approximates a fighting stance.] Do... do you want to spar with me?
[The blade bobs a yes.]
Not my Pokémon?
[Another yes.]
If I do it, will you let me catch you?
[A third nod.]
Alright. [Connie shrugs, and pulls a training sword out of her backpack.] En garde!
[They then proceed to battle. While Connie can't actually hurt the thing (nor does she want to), she puts up a decent fight—and the clash makes excellent television. Bonbee leaves immediately after, mutters his catchphrase, and ends the video. Which goes viral within hours.]
[Welcome to internet fame, Connie.]
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Connie!
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[It took a while for Connie to actually pick up Steven's video call; after the catastrophe with Bonbee, she'd been. Avoiding the internet. She's currently in a cafe in Lavender, sipping from a tea.]
I knew you were here, but it's still... something else actually seeing you.
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[and what's it like to be the only person to arrive here without having a freakout on the network]
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[Connie pauses, thinking back to those deeply weird three days.]
...then again, everybody's memories of then got scrambled. I'm pretty sure that I didn't fight a giant neon blue wolf in armor.
[video]
[why did no one tell her this before now, this is a crime]
You did really well!
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