Feb. 5th, 2022 11:09 pm

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woofdad: (but that's none of my business)
[personal profile] woofdad
Who: Zuke, Grant, Dimitri, and Claude
Where: Goldenrod City
When: backdated to late December
What: a long-overdue conversation
Rating: G, maybe PG at most
Read more... )
dejabrewed: (awesome!)
[personal profile] dejabrewed
--ing is on! I told you, Sariel, I can handle this!

[ sandalphon clears his throat as soon as he notices the thing on, composing himself with a smile that can blind anyone. from his brand new look to the fact that there seemed to be a set behind him and his noivern, it was as if he was on a talk show. it was clear that this was in production for a while.

meanwhile there's a rather furious milcery almost off frame, being held back from committing murder by what looks to be his hatterene-- or rather, his ditto who took on the form of hatterene. the milcery was screaming profanities, but sandalphon was very blatantly ignoring him.

something was clearly up, but no one was in a rush to really fix it. ]


This seems like an appropriate place to do this! Now, I know my partner-- [ the noivern at the angel's side chattered softly. ] right, our partner-- has been rather tight lipped about himself, to the point that he has no friends! It's shameful, downright shameful!! So, I want to open this up to the people on the network!

[ he claps his hands once before continuing. ] Please, feel free to ask me anything! I'll be happy to answer anything, absolutely anything! I look forward to your questions!

[ before the feed cuts, the milcery slips free with a yelping noise from the hatterene. oh dear. ]
tearsofademon: (we find you totally innocent)
[personal profile] tearsofademon
[In today's rare appearance of a network post from Ecruteak's local lazy mage, he's sitting in front of the camera with a... very uncharacteristic expression, to be perfectly honest. He's smiling, and brightly, with a dash of childlike innocence (and maybe the tiniest bit of hidden fear but it's fine).

...Ah, he's also wearing a sign. Those who have met his Ditto in the past might have seen a similar one, but this one has "Hello My Name Is Rose" written in crayon. Huh, isn't that the name of his Clefairy? Weird.]


Hi!! Everything's okay! I know where my dear partner is, and he's okay, and I'm okay, and he said he's okay with this, so everything is fine!

[From somewhere in the background, in a voice not dissimilar to that of a Clefairy but with a tone closer to what one would usually expect out of Ryner, someone says "It's less that I'm okay with it and more than it can't be helped, so it's fine."

'Ryner' just keeps smiling.]


So, so! Since everything's definitely fine, I'm gonna make a big request, okay? So listen!

[Here we go...]

I want everybody to be friends with my dear partner, okay? He's really nice, and he's really smart!

["Wait, Rose, what are you---"]

And he gets really lonely sometimes, and even though he has Mr. Sion around, not to mention all of us, he needs more friends! ['Ryner's' expression changes to a cutesy pout, almost exaggeratedly so.] But he's also really good at being lazy, and he's lost so many friends that he doesn't try very hard to make more anymore. Which is bad! Because if he's lonely, he's sad, and that's not good!

["You really don't need to---"]

So I want everyone to be my dear partner's friend, okay? Please? I even asked nicely, so you have to, right?
Jan. 28th, 2022 08:49 pm

video;

shiro2hero: (flirty comments go in here)
[personal profile] shiro2hero
[It's a terrible selfie angle. But at least there's a beach in view - even if most of it is occupied by someone who uh. Well it looks like Shiro. Except that Shiro would never willingly wear the "outfit" he's currently sporting. Does he even own sunglasses? He does now.]

Man, I am bored. And lonely. And sad.

[... is he reading off a script. Who is holding those cue cards.]

I want to stop being sad! All the time! It sucks! But I know what helped my best friend ever, Lance stop being lonely...

[Oh no.]


So... to any eligible dude out there, I say...

[With that, "Shiro" reels back, and points his fingers at the screen, in a dramatic, poised fashion. Angling the 'gear just enough to put the sun at the best angle. He raises his eyebrows, peers over the rims of the sunglasses and drawls one, simple word:]

~ H e y ~


[Yeah, no, this isn't Shiro at all. It's his Gallade, Blue. If you listen really close, you can just hear someone screaming internally in the distance.]
sonofagautier: (uh oh)
[personal profile] sonofagautier
The gear's feed flickers in to a rather disheveled looking redhead that clearly doesn't want to be doing this. Because goddess and all the saints, he does not want to be doing this. Asking for help is already a task. Asking for help within a brand new world he cannot even begin to comprehend? Nightmare scenario. He's clearly lost and disoriented, and there's music and a fire pony following him around. Really, the only good thing is the fire pony- ponyta- whatever.

"Okay, don't know what this is, where this is going, or who's on the other end, but I can read instructions well enough to get to this point. Hi, Sylvain here, no clue where I am besides a very unhelpful 'New Bark Town' sign a few paces back, and I found a horse on fire. A baby horse, err, or maybe a pony. So... help? Maybe? I'm not even sure what I'm asking here."

And the apparent cause of how much of a mess his red locks are becomes obvious as he sweeps a hand through it again like a nervous tick. Behind him, the camera is panned just enough for a ponyta to be seen running obviously bored laps back and forth. They're pretty clearly at the edge of town, the buildings of New Bark still somewhat visible. Sylvain didn't make it very far...
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[personal profile] zukeini
[On the morning of October 28th, the network would receive a video of a well rested man. It's almost like he slept for like a month or something. But he didn't look too pressed. Maybe a tinge bewildered but otherwise...he was okay. Surrounding him were various costumes and make up kits. It looked like he was in a hotel room with all this. So his team consisting of his Gardevior, Rillaboom, and Toxtricity were hanging around him. They seemed to be examining Zuke closely, as if they were concerned with every move he made. This was always offset with a whisper from Zuke, "Easy, easy. It's alright. Easy."

Eventually he got himself situated with his drumsticks in hand ready to speak.]


Uh, hey. Sorry for the radio silence. I was kind of napping, for almost little bit. After I said all that stuff about a Halloween tour, I guess I got all hyped and started only to pass out.

Sounds worse than it is. Apparently it happens to some people that that's how they go home for a bit.

So yeah, I did that. I went home for a bit. Spent a few months there. Wasn't that long here. Weird phenomena but I guess we're all used to it? Time ends there when you're here so you aren't considered missing. But time and space is a lofty discussion that I don't think we're all ready for, haha.

[Zuke. Why. So calm.]

Consider my comeback. If anyone bought tickets to the shows I couldn't make, you guys should've gotten refunds. My team took good care of me but we all got stuck in Saffron. Means I'll be heading to Lavender for the big show. So...that's it then...what's new with you all?
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[personal profile] hythlodaeus
Who: Hythlodaeus, Emet-Selch, Ghosts & You
Where: Egglysium Lodge & Ranch (South of Goldenrod)
When: Mid-October to Mid-November
Summary: Festivities abound! There are games to play, frights to have, shiny applin to win, and ghosts to catch.



Hythlodaeus' sprawling ranch has been all done up for the spooky harvest season- including himself. He's dressed as a Grim Reaper, face paint and all. The premises consists of a large lodge, a couple barns, a stable, and a sizeable lake all positioned on the hilly fields. Bales of hay dot the land. Should you show up as the sun sets, dozens of jack-o-lanterns light the path up to the main area where lights and decorations are strung around. The main decor theme seems to be "skeleton", and the visitors may enjoy the projected interpretation of such pokemon skeletons as spinaraks, gengars, and grimers.

There is food aplenty on the tables, mostly consisting of hot stews, fresh pies, doughnuts, and ciders. For the adults, Hythlodaeus will spike the cider with some spiced rum if asked. There is a modest price tag on these items, though there is a sign stating that wearing a costume earns free food. You did remember to wear a costume, right? Or perhaps there is something in your bag or around you could cobble to convince the proprietor?

And onto the events! )
nastyboy: (DM: Roll intimidation.)
[personal profile] nastyboy
Who: Team Femblemtroika
What: Halloween rolls around, and so does the anniversary of their arrival.
When: October
Where: Kanto (Vermillion City, and maybe others)

And a year turns )
Sep. 19th, 2021 09:35 am

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neverfinishanyth: (this man is overgasped)
[personal profile] neverfinishanyth
Morgan seems to have returned to her homeland. That, or she's discovered an impressive new method for becoming invisible in the last week or so. I suspect the former.

I'd like to hope that perhaps she may learn more about her past, now that she may be among those who knew her before her arrival here.
strings_theory: (ida26)
[personal profile] strings_theory
Hey, hey I have a very important question for I guess the adults here.

Tits.

Why are they so damn good? Female, male, don't matter. Don't come at me saying "oh, but that's pecs on men!!!!" those are underdeveloped tiddies, don't fuck with me.

But in other news, I guess, who the fuck else is already sick and tired of this prissy fanciful bastards and their stupid fucking parties and contests? Like, dudes, I ain't interested in being part of your whole... thing. Not the being gay part, because who the fuck am I to be saying anything about that while my wife can read this and possibly kick my ass into the next century, but the ~lol let's spend money for stupid shit and then make everyone thank us later~.

I ain't stupid, there's some kinda nasty shit behind the scenes that's goin' on there and I don't wanna be dragged into that without my consent, what the fuck.
nastyboy: (Ghosts are so funny.)
[personal profile] nastyboy
Who: Team Femblemtroika and guests (Dimitri, Grant, Chip, Claude, Felix, Ashe, Annette, Dedue)
What: After temple adventures, it's back to depression. And maybe recovery.
When: September
Where: Vermillion City, and other Kanto places

they're getting there )
tearsofademon: (only a monster)
[personal profile] tearsofademon
[It's a rare network post from the local sleepy mage, who looks... actually very frazzled, really. Worried. Almost a little scared, which is weird, because usually he's just tired.]

Okay, so, ah... The Collegiate Gym is closed to challengers for a while.

I don't know how long, but Sion definitely can't handle them right now, and I can't handle that and all of this by myself, so... yeah. The classrooms and library are still open, but no challengers, not right now.

[And then, a bit quieter, a bit more morose...]

...I don't know what to do. How did it get this bad, and I...

[...He shakes his head a little and ends the transmission.]

[[link to Sion's ooc post on the matter here]]
zukeini: (pic#14381427)
[personal profile] zukeini
[Those who knew Zuke's apartment in Azalea would recognize it as a janky video would click on. The camera was shaking on on the screen soon would show an EXTREME close up on Zuke's bandmate and shiny Toxtricity, May. May was completely frantic on screen, yelling obscenities in Pokespeak. Behind her, Terbangan the Rillaboom would reach for the camera and yelp something in Pokespeak too. He would grab the camera and go to the other side of the room.

Sitting in a chair was what looked like Zuke, but it was from behind. So his hair and clothes were all that were visible.

Nadia, the Gardevior, was usually calm but there was a shocked expression on her face.

A freaked out Galarian Linoone and a Slowbro would be on the very soft and modest bed, looking right at "Zuke".

Zuke would slowly turn his head and well...

In the camera.

Ya'll know what a Ditto face looked like. "Zuke" cocked his head at the camera. A panicked Toxtricity would take the Gear and, since she was the only one with decent typing fingers...]


Zuke gonettthis is here. This is nnnot Zuke.

[ZUKE WAS FINE. He told them he was going to the Farmer's Market real fast and he was still there. This "Zuke" came home for now. Zuke would return to react to this...soon enough.]
vrdantwind: (I'll show you the side of yourself)
[personal profile] vrdantwind
Who: Claude, Dimitri, Felix, and Dedue (along with Emet, Dirk, and Jane)
Where: The water temple, lowest level
When: Between one and two days after SOMEBODY got themselves sealed in a temple because Emet's never watched an Indiana Jones movie
Summary: Hearing that Jane is in trouble, Claude, Dimitri, and Felix spring into action!...oh, Emet and Dirk are there too, I guess. Dedue comes along as the adult supervision.
Rating: E for Emet

Did you know 'dick' is also slang for 'detective'? )
amaure: (161)
[personal profile] amaure
[As the feed cuts in, the viewers are treated to the sight of what looks to be some ancient temple-like room of some sort, completely filled with water, and the drift of the view shows that all exits are indeed sealed off—like an aquatic tomb. Which, probably makes for a grim opening to this whole thing, is this someone's gear after they've perhaps—]

Well, this is embarrassing.

[Oh, nope. Still very much alive it seems.

As the voice cuts through the silence, so too does the visage of Solus as he turns the camera back on himself. He is decidedly less wet than the room he has showcased, an effect from that neat little move called Dive. Encased in some sort of bubble, so too are his companions from their own Pokémon.

The smile he bears is one of performative embarrassment, not even a true attempt at playing up the sentiment he so claims in this predicament. Look, he can be a decent actor when he feels like it, and right now maybe he's not feeling inclined to put on the most spectacular performance. As he begins again, he turns the camera to show Jane off to the side looking rather despondent and genuinely embarrassed, then focusing on Dirk as he seems to be filing away at a mural of Arceus as it created the world.

Particularly Arceus' face.

However, within the shot is an altar that has three items upon it: an ornate helmet that looks similar to Giratina's own crown-like head, a chestplate that is reminiscent of Dialga's own with an icy blue gem in the middle, and a gauntlet made in likeness of Palkia's own arm. He focuses the camera on that, but the viewer can still see part of Dirk as he seems pretty damn focused on defacing Arceus—literally.]


You see, we were able to enter this chamber after we made quick work of the tiresome mechanism which barred our entry. After which we found one of our desired slabs and we likewise found these trinkets. But upon their removal, it would seem we've been locked inside, with little means of escape.

[With that said, he turns the view back onto himself as he gives a disarming and almost apologetic smile.]

Which is to say, we have not the ability whatsoever to open this door from the inside and these walls are proving rather robust in their fortitude. Putting the artifacts back has proven fruitless as you can see.

[Using his Relicanth, he approaches the altar, grabbing the ridiculously ornate helm, placing it upon his head like he's attempting to provoke the gods themselves. Maybe he is. Or maybe he's showing that at this point it doesn't matter what they do with them, because they're stuck in this watery prison.]

And so, I wish to call upon those whom are brave and willing to play the part of being our heroes. This chamber is deep within the temple, by no means is it an easy journey, nor the mechanism one so simply disarmed. This excursion will require no small amount of courage, strength, and intelligence.

Though, in lieu of any rescue efforts, I do suppose dying down here—while undesirable—is not the worst fate we could face, slow and grueling it will likely prove to be. Then again, that would likely leave the slab locked away...

[He looks off for a moment, as if wistfully contemplating the likelihood of such a fate, his free hand idly touching one of the curved gold pieces of the helmet...before he focuses back on the camera with a smile.]

Right then, pray do not keep us waiting, heroes!

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