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victory_road2016-12-16 06:01 pm
laughingstawke) wrote in victory_road2016-12-16 06:01 pm
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001, Back Dated to 12/2, route 38
[Hawke faced the small screen, snickering to herself. Clutched within her hand was a small creature, a collection of flowers that looped around to hold itself. She hadn't bothered to look it up. She hadn't even bothered to actually catch it yet. Instead she'd plucked it out of the sky and immediately began recording.]
[The woman stepped to the side, revealing a relatively familiar blond man, who had his back turned to her. His skitty sat beside him and fixed a withering look on Hawke. Whatever was going to happen didn't matter to her; she was already done with this sort of behavior.]
[Inching closer, Hawke held out the Pokemon, who looked bewildered as ever. With a trembling hand, she laid the creature on Anders' head, giving him a bright and colorful flower crown. Quickly, the woman scrambled back, making it a few feet before collapsing into giggles.]
[The flower-pokemon gave her one look before floating up into the sky, leaving whatever nonsense she had found herself caught up in behind.]
002 -- Just outside Olivine
[The video started with a branch falling to the ground. Immediately following it, Hawke danced across the screen, twirling about in a messy and uncoordinated effort. Two blades were clutched within her hands, and each eye is wide and bewildered. Each time she swung a blade, she made a sound, narrating her swipes and slashes with childlike-glee. With each slash, the Pokemon would cast a wild-eyed look back at its partner, not afraid but still very unnerved by what was happening.]
[Hawke paid it no mind. She slashed her way off toward another tree, lopped another branch off, and then made her way back. Finally she stopped in front of the camera and stood up tall.]
My name is Captain Isabela... von Isabela. I am the most dashing pirate on the Waking Sea. Fear me and my bouncing breasts!
[Without another word, Hawke danced off once more, whimsical routine continuing with renewed vigor.]
003 -- Olivine Inn
[Both Hawke and a Marill stood in front of a mirror. Hawke had a hand placed atop the blue creatures head, a stern expression lining her face. The Marill glanced from her reflection, up to the woman, and then back again once every few seconds. Where Hawke looked ready to launch into a huge speech, the Pokemon looked utterly confused.]
Marill? [The croon was soft, almost concerned.]
Now Merrill, [When Hawke spoke, her voice was relatively soft.] I want you to take a good look at this. This is called a mirror.
[The creature gave something akin to a nod, but whether or not it actually understood, Hawke didn't know.]
Good. Now. Do your favorite trainer a favor, okay? Stay away from the mirrors. You hear me. Stay away. From mirrors. [Hawke's expression shifted, going from serious to sorrowful.] The last Merrill I knew went through a lot of stuff because of stupid mirrors. So I'm going to protect you, okay?
[The Marill, confused as it was, gave another pseudo-nod, though its gaze was still curiously fixed on the mirror. Hawke didn't seem to notice, instead seeming pleased enough by the "answer." After a moment, she scooped the creature up. She quickly reached for the 'gear, holding it up to capture their embrace for a moment before reaching to fiddle with the power button.]
Can't have them see me being affectionate with --
[Hawke faced the small screen, snickering to herself. Clutched within her hand was a small creature, a collection of flowers that looped around to hold itself. She hadn't bothered to look it up. She hadn't even bothered to actually catch it yet. Instead she'd plucked it out of the sky and immediately began recording.]
[The woman stepped to the side, revealing a relatively familiar blond man, who had his back turned to her. His skitty sat beside him and fixed a withering look on Hawke. Whatever was going to happen didn't matter to her; she was already done with this sort of behavior.]
[Inching closer, Hawke held out the Pokemon, who looked bewildered as ever. With a trembling hand, she laid the creature on Anders' head, giving him a bright and colorful flower crown. Quickly, the woman scrambled back, making it a few feet before collapsing into giggles.]
[The flower-pokemon gave her one look before floating up into the sky, leaving whatever nonsense she had found herself caught up in behind.]
002 -- Just outside Olivine
[The video started with a branch falling to the ground. Immediately following it, Hawke danced across the screen, twirling about in a messy and uncoordinated effort. Two blades were clutched within her hands, and each eye is wide and bewildered. Each time she swung a blade, she made a sound, narrating her swipes and slashes with childlike-glee. With each slash, the Pokemon would cast a wild-eyed look back at its partner, not afraid but still very unnerved by what was happening.]
[Hawke paid it no mind. She slashed her way off toward another tree, lopped another branch off, and then made her way back. Finally she stopped in front of the camera and stood up tall.]
My name is Captain Isabela... von Isabela. I am the most dashing pirate on the Waking Sea. Fear me and my bouncing breasts!
[Without another word, Hawke danced off once more, whimsical routine continuing with renewed vigor.]
003 -- Olivine Inn
[Both Hawke and a Marill stood in front of a mirror. Hawke had a hand placed atop the blue creatures head, a stern expression lining her face. The Marill glanced from her reflection, up to the woman, and then back again once every few seconds. Where Hawke looked ready to launch into a huge speech, the Pokemon looked utterly confused.]
Marill? [The croon was soft, almost concerned.]
Now Merrill, [When Hawke spoke, her voice was relatively soft.] I want you to take a good look at this. This is called a mirror.
[The creature gave something akin to a nod, but whether or not it actually understood, Hawke didn't know.]
Good. Now. Do your favorite trainer a favor, okay? Stay away from the mirrors. You hear me. Stay away. From mirrors. [Hawke's expression shifted, going from serious to sorrowful.] The last Merrill I knew went through a lot of stuff because of stupid mirrors. So I'm going to protect you, okay?
[The Marill, confused as it was, gave another pseudo-nod, though its gaze was still curiously fixed on the mirror. Hawke didn't seem to notice, instead seeming pleased enough by the "answer." After a moment, she scooped the creature up. She quickly reached for the 'gear, holding it up to capture their embrace for a moment before reaching to fiddle with the power button.]
Can't have them see me being affectionate with --
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