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Who: Hanna Falk Cross and Maurice Hutch

Where: Outskirts of Violet City

When: 15th of November

Summary: Arriving in Violet, Amelia is able to give Hanna an early birthday present and in doing so, Maurice and Hanna discover that they could totally have a joint birthday party if they wanted to.

Rating: PG-13 for Hanna's mouth probably

Log:

A GIANT WOMAN )
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[A]

[The feed opens on a Meowstic with the faintest tabby stripes, peering around the path as his tails swing blithely.]

Good old Floppington. He's grown quite a bit! And after his performance in assisting those poor wild Pokemon in Goldenrod, I think Esquire is no longer a title that does him justice. He looks a bit more like a "Warden Commander" now, doesn't he?

[Anders reaches to ruffle the tuft of fur atop Flop's head before turning the camera onto himself. His free hand raises to pull a few strands of loose hair out of his face and lingers there for a few seconds. Is he just shamelessly showing off the gleaming, jeweled ring on his finger? Absolutely.]

So. We're coming up on Ecruteak. Can anyone recommend a good place to train? Or a direction to head out of town once we're ready to leave?


[B]

[His mood is quite a bit more somber once it's dark, the bags under his eyes deeper and heavier; this clearly isn't his first sleepless night of recent. He's silent at first, sitting on the edge of camp and hoping he doesn't wake his partner, and for a while he contemplates shutting the feed back off before saying anything.

Eventually, though, he shifts a bit and frowns with worry, eyes not quite meeting the camera.]


I was hoping to ask for opinions on a... sensitive subject.

What do you do when you miss people from your home? Very close friends. I'm... I've really been struggling to cope, and contrary to cli
chés, it only seems to grow more difficult with time.

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[Somewhere outside of Cherrygrove, Hanna seems to be in the middle of a Pokemon battle. His Inkay seem to be listening fairly well to him today, but if you look closely, he's wearing his "Inkay shirt" which is covered in ink stains from various pranks and retaliation for apparent slights from the little pokemon.] Steven, use Topsy Turvy!

[He calls, which isn't a move he uses all that often, but against a Metapod who's been using harden every chance it gets? Well. It's worth it. Except as soon as Steven Squidberg flips upside down he starts to glow.]

What the fu- [Having never experienced evolution first hand, Hanna isn't sure what to do until he realizes what's happening and pulls out his pokegear frantically, trying to get it to the pokedex setting. He's got a bad feeling about this. The glowing subsides and in Inkay's place is a large, terrifying tentacle monster that looks pure evil. Hanna swallows and lets the pokedex do it's thing.]

Malamar, the Overturning Pokemon. It wields the most compelling hypnotic powers of any Pokémon, and it forces others to do whatever it wants. Luring prey close with hypnotic motions it then wraps its tentacles around it before finishing it off with digestive fluids.

[Hanna's newly evolved Steven turns as his pokedex spouts out the disturbing information, winking at him and then wiggling it's tentacles at him enticingly. To which Hanna might have screamed and immediately called Steven back into his pokeball.]

[Video]

[Hanna is wide eyed, afraid, unsure of the monster tucked inside it's little ball on his belt. He whispers, just in case it can hear him plotting against it, just in case it doesn't hypnotize him through the barrier of the pokeball and get him to release it.]

Have pokemon ever killed anyone, like. People. Because I'm pretty sure that i've got one that's pure evil. And I think it wants to eat me. Like legit rip me to pieces with its, uh. tentacles.
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Who: Marian Hawke, Anders, and YOU!

Where: Violet City, Route 31, Route 32, Ruins of Alph

When: Oct 13 - ???

Summary: Catch-all for the dream team in and around Violet while Anders gets a damn job to pay for those cat pictures he wasted all his money on.

Rating: PG-13 between Hawke’s innuendos and Anders’ issues

Log:

We’re ready for you! )
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[ For the first time, Walter is in charge of the Gear, rather than it being in the paws of his various Pokemon. While he appears calm and stoic, there's a certain air of nervousness in addressing the network openly. On his shoulder Darkness the Murkrow perches, shaking his tail feathers and preening his feathers. Someone wants to look nice for some reason. ]

...Who is Lyra? [ On cue, Darkness pipes up, crooning the name as smoothly as a bird can in human speech. ] Lyra! Lyra! [ ...until Walter presses a finger on his beak and he obediently shuts up. For the moment. ]

I permit my Murkrow to fly freely around the city, with strict orders to return by sunrise. Lately, he has learned to say this name and repeats it constantly. So who is Lyra? [ On his shoulder, Darkness merely begins to tweet a small tune...with 'Lyra!' added among the typical bird chirps. Walter merely glances from the bird to the camera. Thank you for proving his point, Darkness. 
Oct. 12th, 2016 05:30 pm

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[Should a person happen to look around, they'll see one young girl giggling to herself. While she might not have said anything yet, the background might give away what she might say. With buckets of crayons, paint, markers, and paper all over the place? It was clear to see that she was hard at work over something.

But the moment she was about to speak up? She was just about ready to hold something up too! And exactly what she might be holding up?

If anyone should look at it, it'll read...!]


Come one and all to the probably first ever sweater making class here!

[Yes, that is glitter all over that writing]

With your amazing instuctor, Mabel Pines, I'll be the one to welcome you to wonderful world of yarn!

We got purple, orange, green, and whatever that color is that's a few feet away from me! Be sure to come over to Violet City next Friday, we'll have food and karaoke there too! You know you can't back away from a party if there's food involved! It's against the rules if you don't!

Also, my dork of a brother needs more friends. Please come over and befriend him.
Oct. 7th, 2016 01:00 pm

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Look, isn't he cute?

[The speaker is off-screen, leaving the viewer an unobstructed view of the 'he" in question: a Woobat, a tuft of hair tied up on the top of its head with a Bellsprout-themed ribbon.

Manaka is in Violet City, and she'll be damned if she doesn't use her time outside Goldenrod to buy cutesy touristy accessories and put them on her Pokémon.

Despite Manaka's bubbly enthusiasm, the Woobat seems flustered by the attention, tucking its head down and covering its face with its wings. Manaka giggles, and then the view spins. When it comes to a stop again, Manaka is beside her Pokémon, affectionately bumping her cheek against its.]


If I haven't spoken to you before, my name is Manaka! I still haven't been here for very long, I don't think, so I wanted to ask everyone something: Out of all the Pokémon you personally have, which one do you think is your cutest? And if you have any fun pictures or stories about them, you should definitely share those, too!
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what up dj strider back in the hizzouse
and by hizzouse i mean home sweet g-rod
it seems no matter what all roads eventually lead back to the big city which of course is no surprise to anyone with any cultural taste whatsoever
but since its like that
and since the weathers soon to take its yearly turn towards utter ass and i fully intend to hunker down and do nothing but bitch until summer
i was thinking of maybe renting a house??
whats next am i gonna spontaneously sprout an apron and sudden understanding of what the fuck kitchen utensils are actually used for by sentient beings who arent psychopaths
im at least halfway serious though so maybe get in touch if you meet the following criteria:

     1 you want to split rent for a house in goldenrod
     2 youre like twenty years old tops
     3 weve spoken at least like four words to each other???
     4 youre cool living with the loudest creature any universe has ever known and his dear sweet precious exploud
     5 no clowns
     6 no puppets
     7 you dont have shit taste in music

the perks:
     1 were awesome
     2 every night is movie night
     3 you can buy shit thats bigger than a breadbox and have somewhere to stash it
     4 this guy

anyway let me know if youre interested
and if any of my crew are in town ring me up so we can hang
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[Unlike all of the other times Hanna has addressed the network, this time seems to be completely devoid of a ginger. Instead, it's a slow pan of just grass, a soft hum of a melody that some might find familiar...

It isn't until the tip of a little blue tail is starting to come into view that the real music starts and the slow pan continues amidst extremely shitty Kazoo playing, showing off Hanna's brand new shiny baby Tyrunt.

View her in all of her majesty! Exploring and headbutting things and turning around to see Hanna. He continues to play the theme as the little dino-pokemon walks towards the camera but it's sudden interest in chewing on his Kazoo gets him to shout playfully, the camera suddenly wild and shaky.] Watch out! There's a velociraptor hiding in those bushes!

[And then fake snarling noises from Hanna. Someone loves this baby T-rex too much already.]
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[Hanna appears on the screen with Noibat on his shoulder, as usual. They're unseparable, except...unfortunately so are he and Conrad at the moment. Conrad being the person floating behind him with an expression on his face like he's being paid to be there but obviously not enough.]

Hi! My name is Hanna Cross and I will be your ghost expert for today!

Ghosts, [He points to the one behind him, silent and still as usual.] just like this one here, happen when someone dies and has regret or a strong emotion chaining them to the world of the living. Usually it's regret. Or anger.

The only problem is I can't seem to get a rise out of any of the ghosts i've encountered, including my own. They don't speak, they don't react, they just watch. And that's weird. So, i've thought of a few ideas on how to try and get rid of them. Nicely, that is. Don't be a dick and attack the ghost no matter how hard the feelings are. They aren't hurting you, they're existing and they at least have that right. [He's looking at you, who ever you are.]

Firstly, most people seem to know the apparition that is following them. Now, if you know how they died, perhaps think of anything that might have been going wrong in their life or they might have strong feelings about. The key is Negotiation. Talk to them, maybe try and ease what ever worries they might have. I'm sure they'd like to move on and stop bothering you just as much as you'd like them too, so be strong and think about topics to cover.

Second...well? Since that didn't work for mine...maybe think about what you might have done wrong. This one is more difficult...and I know I'm still working on it myself, but maybe all they want is an apology? I'm not saying every apparition is blaming you for their death, but...I'm all out of options. Nothing I would usually do is working, and I've got no more magic up my sleeves, so. Just try...

I'm sorry I couldn't help more, but that's my advice to all of you. Good luck! I...I know I'm going to need it.
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Guuuuuys?

[Maurice's voice comes from off-camera. It's thick and slurred. Somebody has spent most of his festival time drinking. The Poke'Gear is pointed at a strange, strange creature crouched outside a Cherrygrove Poke'Mart.]

[A frog.]

[A normal, albeit ghostly, earth frog.]


What does it want!? It even followed me into the bathroom! I can't deal with this! Dee? Hanna?
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[TEXT:]

currently taking your hottest exorcism tips
the top five submissions get a prize
the prize is whatever i get out of these boxes of abra jacks and if thats not your idea of a good time im sorry because theyre all i got stashed in this closet atm

if this is punishment for cultural appropriation at the festival im gomen
but can we maybe stop
onegai shimass


[ACTION FOR ECRUTEAK:]

[The great (???) thing about the ghost currently haunting Dave is that, for the most part, it stays out of sight, meaning that with everyone else distracted by their own phantasms, Dave managed to spend the whole day yesterday blatantly not acknowledging it, only twitching at its constant presence at the edge of his awareness. But after no sleep the entire night--negative sleep, probably, it's possible he will never sleep again, fuck every molecule of his being--he's just grabbed some foodstuffs, marched into the inn room closet, and settled in with his eyes shut, hugging the cereal boxes to his chest.

At least he can pretend Bro's not there, in the dark.]
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Who: Everyone!
Where: Either Ecruteak City or Lavender Town; please mark your toplevel comments accordingly!
When: August 13th-15th
Summary: Celebrate O-bon at a festival near you! For details, see the infopost.
Rating: Will vary from thread to thread. Warn for common triggers if something comes up.
Log:
My heart is a GHOST TOWN )
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Dudes!

[Maurice's beaming face appears on the 'Gear, the sunny beach of Cherrygrove easily visible behind him. His Sentret is busy trying to bury his Rhyhorn in the sand. Meatloaf doesn't seem to mind. Maurice is holding the Poke'Gear aloft with one hand and in the crook of one arm is a wiggly black puppy. His Houndour finally hatched and she wants to see EVERYTHING. The little dark-type's tongue is lolling out as she pants and cranes her neck around to see the Wingull fluttering overhead.]

[It also bears mentioning that Maurice's shirt is just a little crispy in spots.]


Especially you dudes that just showed up! Do you wanna know what's surreal? Watching a dog come out of an egg! This is Cinderella! Or Relly for short. I'd call her Cinder since she, y'know, breathes fire but I don't want Cyndi to get confused. ANYWAY, I got a proposition for you Breeders!

I can only afford two right now, but I wanna buy a couple of eggs! And don't tell me what's inside them! I want it to be a surprise!

[He starts to end the feed but remembers something important.]

BUT NO BUGS! I am...not real wild about the giant insects this place has. So if you're interested, just...lemme know I guess! I think I can go up to 5000P but that's all.


[ACTION FOR CHERRYGROVE]

[Maurice and his team can be found chilling on the beach until the afternoon.]
Aug. 8th, 2016 08:45 am

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[It's been some time since Lust has made a broadcast over the network herself. But for various reasons, she's been repeatedly reminded of her radio shows over the course of the last few weeks. They had been fun. People had enjoyed them. It's high time she got back to them.]

[So she goes out of her way to make herself up and put on something a bit slinky, slipping back into the persona she uses for 'Miss Fitz'. Which is really just her typical persona, simply applied to advertising radio dramas instead of seducing and killing men.]


Good day to you all, ladies, gentlemen, and Pokemon.

Some of you may remember that I briefly hosted a radio drama showcase, over the network. The Miss Fitz Story Hour. Due to losing volunteers and...upsets in my personal life, I'm afraid the venture rather died out. Such a pity.

Should I be able to gather enough volunteers, to voice the parts and edit the sound, I'd very much like to revive it. I have a box of scripts just waiting for a bit of care and attention to bring them to life.

Please do let me know if you're interested. I'd be very grateful.

And if nothing else, I assure you that there will be a broadcast for Halloween.
Jul. 23rd, 2016 08:51 am

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[Is that a ridiculously fat little Houndour in a gold party hat? Yes. Yes it is. Doom Boner looks thrilled. He's sitting in a plush looking yellow chair with a rocket ship chew toy between his paws. As usual, Jack himself isn't in the shot.]

How's everybody doing today? Handsome Jack here!

I sure hope everybody's doing great. Why? Because according to a little alert on my ECHOgear here, today's a very important day. In fact, it's the anniversary of one of the greatest things to ever happen. And you all get to be a part of it.

It's my birthday!

[And he really does sound pleased about this. Why wouldn't he be? Usually, on his birthday, he's lavished with attention and expensive gifts and all the pomp and adoration he deserves. Why should now be any different?]

I like classy booze, fine cigars, hot chicks in hats...all the good stuff.

And before anyone asks, no, vanilla is not an acceptable cake flavor.

It's vanilla.

Vanilla sucks.
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[The feed turns on, and the scene is... a bathroom, which is kind of flooded. The bathtub is filled with water, and a certain recently-evolved homicidal starfish is chilling in there, pretty calmly for anyone who has ever seen Arius before, especially considering the sparkly Lumineon sharing the space. But that's not the flooded part. Honestly, that looks the most normal. The waves in there could be from the fish swimming around.

Everything else is soaked. Someone (cough probably Rose cough) apparently noticed the water acting funny and stopped up the sink to observe it (it's off now, but one gets the feeling it hasn't been for long), where a male Jellicent is cheerfully letting the waves lap at his tentacles, though the splashing keeps escaping the sink and making a mess on the floor.

And an Inkay has somehow managed to find its way into the toilet. It looks kind of lost and confused, itself.

Ryner just lets this scene sink in before addressing it, with the tone of someone who wouldn't exactly mind one of these days being able to say he's seen it all and mean it.]


Is... anybody else getting this? This whole waves in water that shouldn't have any thing, I mean. The mess is a pain, but it's manageable, but the waves...

Also this little guy came in through the toilet somehow? [indicating the Inkay] So, ahh, watch out, I guess.
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[Ever have that moment where you're just waking up, still drowsy, eyes barely opened, and you look at your surroundings, and somehow, they're totally different than you remember. Completely. Because you're relatively sure you went to sleep in a dusty little inn located in some sleepy little village with nothing going for it but a mako reactor and a creep old mansion and not a field of reasonably soft, incredibly itchy grass.

That is the exact moment Zack is having right now.

Once the intinal panic of waking up in a place so utterly different than the one you fell asleep in, he proceeds to struggle for no less than twenty minutes trying to figure out what the in the world this white and red ball thing he's been given is and why it keeps shaking every time he tries to open it. Thankfully, it takes a lot less time to figure out the device he's been given, scanning in the bracelet located upon his wrist and realizing it wasn't all that different from the PHS he'd used before.

Which is why everyone is now going to get the pleasure of being greeted by an overly bright, enuthusiastic smile. He's seated on the ground, near the main road, the female vulpix curled up in his lap, head resting upon one of his thighs.]


Did anyone else go to sleep somewhere else last night? Because I gotta say, this is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. [And that's saying something.] This place is pretty great though. They even give out free pets. [There's a small rustling coming from his lap as the vulpix moves, looking pointedly up at him, completely unimpressed.

She is not a 'pet', thank you very much.]
Okay! Okay, I'm sorry. You're not a pet. You're a... Pokémon? I think that's what they said I was supposed to call you. They even give out free Pokémon. That better?

[Satisified, she settles down again.] Anyway, this place is great and all, but I'm needed somewhere else. So if anyone could tell me how to get back to Nibelheim, I'd really appreciate it.

[There's a moment's hesitation, as if he wants to say something else, before he decides against it, one leather clad hand falling to gently brush through the vulpix's fur before ending the transmission.]
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[He'd read up on eevees. He'd done a lot of reading. He'd looked into all the different evolutions and had set his sights on trying to turn Gongaga into a Jolteon. It just seemed like a good route to go.

Cloud would have accomplished this were it not for the fact that his little eevee had grown extremely attached to him...and then learned a fairy move when it leveled up next.

Cue a slightly irritated blonde coming over the network holding a rather pleased looking Sylveon in the crook of one arm, the fairy-type's fleshy tendrils wrapped around Cloud's arm as it nuzzles against him.]


...I have a feeling this evolution is suppose to be cute but it's kind of unnerving.

[Gongaga chirps happily at him, peering up at him with absolute adoration in it's eyes.]

There's no way to change him back, is there?

[He knows the answer but a part of him is holding out hope, okay.]
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[Hanna's had a pretty interesting day so far. He met a woman who said she was his mom, which as far as he's concerned, is really fucked up. He got the most precious pokemon friend ever, talked to a professor, and is now wandering route 29. It's in his wandering though, trying to fluff over the fact that he's here, he isn't being held up by gun point, and is instead living a childhood dream, that he realizes something.

Before he'd been so overwhelmed by everything that it hadn't registered, but now? He was just walking, everything was calm, and-] Oh my god this music is everywhere.

[He's talking to the screen because he's not going to complain to his Noibat who probably has way better hearing and thus suffering more than him by far.] What do they have around here? Speakers in the trees? I don't understand where it's coming from, but as far as music goes, it kind of sucks. Like I always imagined having my own life soundtrack, but i've endured only like, what? Three hours of this and it's already stuck in my head. Please tell me it changes every once in a while. Please.

Cause this is like some kind of torture.


Action

After the realization that no, this music doesn't stop, and complaining to everyone about it, Hanna has decided to take a break and open up that lunch his...mom packed. It's nice, obviously made with love and he's just going to stare at it for a little bit, taking it in before grabbing his fork and taking a bite.

He can't say he isn't disappointed when it doesn't taste like what his mom used to make, but there's that same quality of 'i made this for my son' that kind of gets him to chew slower, appreciate it more, and after each bite he kind of sighs and takes a deep breath. For all that he had been pushing aside, trying to keep up the hype of just being here? Well. "Mom's" lunch seems to take the cake over being moments away from being shot any day.

Amelia, who had been flying around looking for food of her own to eat, smart little thing that she was, flutters to a stop on a branch, big ears twitching and turns back towards her over enthusiastic trainer. Something's wrong, obviously, and she'll flutter back, landing right next to his lunch on his knee, squeaking up at him.

"Huh? Naw, it's all good, Amelia," He says, wiping his nose with is sleeve and pushing at his eyes with the heel of his palm, "just got something in my eye."

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