Jean Kirschtein (
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victory_road2016-09-10 06:24 pm
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one; video in New Bark Town
Okay, seriously, this is just stupid.
[For someone who had never seen a camera or a video until a couple of hours ago, Jean has taken to both rather quickly. He always did enjoy fooling around with things and learning about them through experimentation, and while the angle of the camera is distinctly unflattering—somehow stretching his long face out even longer while simultaneously giving him six chins—the sheer indignation in his eyes comes across perfectly.]
Everyone else gets something cute, or useful, or sweet or whatever. And I get this.
[The camera swings around, jittering wildly out of control for a moment, and then focuses on a round, red and white ball with glaring eyes. The ball’s eyes narrow further when it realizes the camera is on it, and it lunges forward with a crackling sound. Jean yelps and jumps backwards, making the camera swing wildly for a moment.]
See! He’s crazy!
[The Voltorb crackles ominously but doesn’t try to come any closer, watching Jean from where it hovers.]
So how am I supposed to make friends with this thing? Because that’s what we’re supposed to do, right? Make friends with them?
[Jean sounds almost condescending about the idea of befriending the Pokemon. Anyone listening very closely might notice how his voice is trembling the tiniest bit, betraying all his uncertainty that he will vehemently deny if he gets called out on it. His hand stretches into view, pale with callouses across the palm, and he extends it towards the Voltorb.]
You want to be friends, asshole?
[The Voltorb lunges forward again, and the camera falls to the ground, pointing upwards towards the sky, capturing cheery blue and recording the sounds of electricity crackling and Jean shouting.]
Ow! OUCH! You dick, what was that for?!
[For someone who had never seen a camera or a video until a couple of hours ago, Jean has taken to both rather quickly. He always did enjoy fooling around with things and learning about them through experimentation, and while the angle of the camera is distinctly unflattering—somehow stretching his long face out even longer while simultaneously giving him six chins—the sheer indignation in his eyes comes across perfectly.]
Everyone else gets something cute, or useful, or sweet or whatever. And I get this.
[The camera swings around, jittering wildly out of control for a moment, and then focuses on a round, red and white ball with glaring eyes. The ball’s eyes narrow further when it realizes the camera is on it, and it lunges forward with a crackling sound. Jean yelps and jumps backwards, making the camera swing wildly for a moment.]
See! He’s crazy!
[The Voltorb crackles ominously but doesn’t try to come any closer, watching Jean from where it hovers.]
So how am I supposed to make friends with this thing? Because that’s what we’re supposed to do, right? Make friends with them?
[Jean sounds almost condescending about the idea of befriending the Pokemon. Anyone listening very closely might notice how his voice is trembling the tiniest bit, betraying all his uncertainty that he will vehemently deny if he gets called out on it. His hand stretches into view, pale with callouses across the palm, and he extends it towards the Voltorb.]
You want to be friends, asshole?
[The Voltorb lunges forward again, and the camera falls to the ground, pointing upwards towards the sky, capturing cheery blue and recording the sounds of electricity crackling and Jean shouting.]
Ow! OUCH! You dick, what was that for?!
[Video]
We could battle now, if you want. I'm pretty sure my ball here is ready to go.
[The Voltorb bounces a little, excited at the prospect.]
[Video]
Hah, sorry to disappoint, but I'm no bully. I don't fight folks who just got here. [NO FUN IN THAT.]
Call me up after you've won a few badges, then maybe you'll be tough enough to take my Pokemon on.
[video]
completely strike outmingle!]I'll do that. Time to go grind through the levels and get good, ball!
[The Voltorb rolls its eyes. Ball is not an appropriate name!]
[video]
Best of luck.
I'll keep an eye out for your battles on the network-- I fully expect you to be ready to take down Falkner of Violet City by the time you get there.
[video]
Thanks. Falkner, huh? [He cracks his knuckles, and Blitz rolls his eyes in the background.] I'll be ready for him.
[video]
I don't doubt it.
Your floating ball's Electric moves will be perfect for clipping that birdbrain's wings.
[video]
Okay, so electricity is good against birds, got it. Thanks for all your help, I really appreciate it.
[Mama Kirschtein raised a boy who remembers his manners, when it behooves him to do so.]
[video]
The least us veterans can do is toss you new kids a few bones every now and then.