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victory_road2023-02-07 04:40 pm
singlespacedad) wrote in victory_road2023-02-07 04:40 pm
video; backdated to the magnet event
[A video clicks on, showing the bulbous face of a Capsakid. She’s staring directly into the communicator, then grins widely when she’s sure it’s on. She holds the communicator out at arm’s length—her stubby little arms keep most of her face in the frame, but never mind that—to show what’s going on behind her.]
[It’s a Sableye, crouched under a small table in a hallway. The Sableye is looking around furtively, and holding something in her paws. When she moves them, a Fire Stone glints between her fingers.]
[The Capsakid points at the Fire Stone, then chatters something into the communicator. From the glint in her beady little eyes, it’s clear she knows about that Fire Stone, and she’s gonna get it.]
[She’s Spicy Knoxville, and welcome to Jackass.]
[Spicy starts creeping down the hallway, keeping the communicator held up so her adoring fans can watch, but moving carefully so the Sableye doesn’t see her. Fortunately for Spicy’s budding Starrytube career, the Sableye is way too interested in her shiny snack to notice the impending chaos.]
[Spicy gets within a step or two, close enough that she could touch the Sableye’s back with one leafy stub, before grinning again. She takes a step back, gathers herself, and with a shriek, pounces.]
[The camera picks up what it can in the ensuing chaos, but it’s all shaky found footage from here on out. The Sableye yelps, there’s a bright flash of evolution light, followed by Spicy running down the hall and cackling. Is she taller now? The angle on the camera is different.]
[The Sableye takes off after her—her snack! Her delicious Fire Stone snack!—and Spicy runs into the kitchen. She divebombs the Durant that’s been living under the table for the last month and scrambles onto his back. The Durant, shocked and appalled out of his lethargy, knocks over a chair as he gallops out from under the table.]
[With the Sableye still in pursuit, Spicy steers the Durant into the living room. There’s a quick glimpse of the couch, and a flash of light off Mando’s armour as he sits up straight to see what’s going on. There’s someone else on the couch with him, who lifts his fashionable-coiffed head off Mando’s shoulder to see what’s going on. Mando, recognizing his problem child, lunges for Spicy and his communicator, but he’s somehow unable to disentangle himself from whoever he’s been canoodling with, and they both land on the floor with a crash and a puff of purple glitter.]
[Spicy roars with laughter and takes a victory lap around the coffee table. The camera catches a shot of Mando reaching for her, and if a helmet ever looked pissed, this helmet is pissed.]
SPICY!
[The video feed cuts out. Please like and subscribe.]
[It’s a Sableye, crouched under a small table in a hallway. The Sableye is looking around furtively, and holding something in her paws. When she moves them, a Fire Stone glints between her fingers.]
[The Capsakid points at the Fire Stone, then chatters something into the communicator. From the glint in her beady little eyes, it’s clear she knows about that Fire Stone, and she’s gonna get it.]
[She’s Spicy Knoxville, and welcome to Jackass.]
[Spicy starts creeping down the hallway, keeping the communicator held up so her adoring fans can watch, but moving carefully so the Sableye doesn’t see her. Fortunately for Spicy’s budding Starrytube career, the Sableye is way too interested in her shiny snack to notice the impending chaos.]
[Spicy gets within a step or two, close enough that she could touch the Sableye’s back with one leafy stub, before grinning again. She takes a step back, gathers herself, and with a shriek, pounces.]
[The camera picks up what it can in the ensuing chaos, but it’s all shaky found footage from here on out. The Sableye yelps, there’s a bright flash of evolution light, followed by Spicy running down the hall and cackling. Is she taller now? The angle on the camera is different.]
[The Sableye takes off after her—her snack! Her delicious Fire Stone snack!—and Spicy runs into the kitchen. She divebombs the Durant that’s been living under the table for the last month and scrambles onto his back. The Durant, shocked and appalled out of his lethargy, knocks over a chair as he gallops out from under the table.]
[With the Sableye still in pursuit, Spicy steers the Durant into the living room. There’s a quick glimpse of the couch, and a flash of light off Mando’s armour as he sits up straight to see what’s going on. There’s someone else on the couch with him, who lifts his fashionable-coiffed head off Mando’s shoulder to see what’s going on. Mando, recognizing his problem child, lunges for Spicy and his communicator, but he’s somehow unable to disentangle himself from whoever he’s been canoodling with, and they both land on the floor with a crash and a puff of purple glitter.]
[Spicy roars with laughter and takes a victory lap around the coffee table. The camera catches a shot of Mando reaching for her, and if a helmet ever looked pissed, this helmet is pissed.]
SPICY!
[The video feed cuts out. Please like and subscribe.]
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[How do they keep getting into these kinds of discussions?]
I am... older than that.
[Be gentle with his frail old man body, pal.]
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[He tilts his head, curiously.]
Is that a bad thing?
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[Mando sighs. Damn, this is hard to admit!]
You might need to give me more time to do things, that's all.
[He gets his legs underneath himself so they can stand up.]
Stand on three?
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[It doesn't seem to make sense. There's still a "LOADING" circle in his expression (metaphorically), but if Mando says so, then? Very well.]
On three, it is.
[He'll just brace himself and wait for the count.]
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[Mando counts off to three and then valiantly hauls himself up to a standing position. It's not as dramatic or difficult as it could be; honestly, he's in damn good shape for someone in early middle age. It's only when compared to a bendy former robot who has apparently only put between three to five years of age on his body that Mando starts to look very human and show his age.]
Okay.
[Congratulations, they've managed to stand up. Mando's arm is still stuck around Shadowmaru's shoulders.]
Now what? Back to the couch?
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[Once they're up, Shadowmaru is striking a victory pose. As best one can while attached to their date-partner. Frankly, he doesn't see anything wrong with how Mando moves. Nothing looks strange to him. Or injured.]
[Maybe Mando is exaggerating.]
That would be a good place to form a plan, I'd think.
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[The victory pose makes Mando laugh and shake his head, even though it pulls his attached arm up a little.]
I agree. Let's go.
[Shuffle shuffle shuffle, sit down on three again. Mando settles back onto the cushions, back where they started.]
Maybe we should just stay on the couch until this passes through.
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[Doesn't matter, he likes that laugh.]
How long do you think it might take?
[Not that he's entirely complaining. Sitting comfortably together like this is something he can absolutely handle.]
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Hard to say.
[Regardless, this is far more comfortable, and Mando starts idly playing with Shadowmaru's hair.]
These things seem to clear up after a few hours, most of the time.
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[Why this is much more settling than the sudden spooning on the ground, he isn't sure. But if Mando is going to keep playing with his hair like that, then - then!]
[He'll lean in. To settle more up against the other's side. So there!]
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[Except it totally is, so he's just going to let Shadowmaru use him like a pillow--an edgy, armour-wearing pillow--and keep fooling with his hair.]
I'm sure we'll manage.
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[The fact there's a living person he has squishy feels for may definitely be helping, too.]
At the very least, if it becomes necessary, I am perfectly willing to blindfold myself, in case of bathing needs.