Victory Road!

[Hey, hey do you know who totally did some Dragon's Den messing around after the fight? It was her, it was absolutely her. And that's exactly why the video's opening outside of the Pokemon Center in Blackthorn, with Jolyne in ten million layers because of course she is.

But there's a tiny creature that is curled around her outstretched arm and for anyone familiar that is a shiny dreepy that is happily being an affection little thing and Jolyne could not look more like that knife cat meme excited than she currently is.]

THE WHOLE DAMN SAGA IS FINALLY OVER, LOOK AT THIS LITTLE SHIT!

[Maybe she could stop yelling, that might be a good thing.]

Oh my god after all this damn time I finally have one and I wasn't even looking for anything specific, they just wandered up on me and just nudged the ball and bam there we go. [Ignore the sudden boof and the screen being taken up by fluff that is very clearly arcanine colored. It'll go back to normal in a moment with said arcanine's head resting on Jolyne's shoulder.] Was just kinda puttering around after everything happened, so I ain't complaining but merry fucking Christmas to me, damn.

[Someone has decided to not be quiet anymore, despite probably everyone being happy for the peace and quiet away from the absolute feral goblin of Sevii. But, well, the problem with her is that when something gets on her nerves, she's got to be as loud as possible about it. Which is precisely why she's shifting the camera to start on Butterball the Slowking who is. Just. Staring into the distance of the ocean. He's just like this, don't question it.]

Seems it's that time of the year again. [She says, before putting the camera back on herself and an arcanine that has decided it is her time to shove all of her fluff and weight onto her trainer. Or, uh, well maybe not all of her weight since that's a lot of dog. But it's fine, Jolyne can still mostly be seen in Pele's fluff.]

So, y'know, if you want to get away from the cold and snow bullshit, Sevii's still out here and there's a few people screwing around on the various islands. And you won't catch me dead on the mainland for long until this shit clears up. I don't do cold and I don't know how any of you manage this because that shit's for the birds.

[Pele barks in confirmation before she goes right back to no brain, only affection, at least she's not drooling while panting.]

I'd suggest getting you a good fire type Pokemon if you got the means for it, or if you're new, get in touch and I can see about getting something together for you. Since I got Pele here, a talonflame which is a giant-ass fire falcon, and a houndoom which is an edgy bone dog. First come first serve since, uh, I ain't a breeder or anything.

[Oh, boy, that sure is Jolyne perched on the back of a perhaps familiar to some mudsdale that seems none-too-interested in Jolyne acting a fool and laying on the back of said horse. Look, don't question it, she's allowed to be an utter menace to society.]

And now I gotta make my way to Celadon and it's still fucking cold and I still can't do what I want yet and this camping out thing is bullshit. [She's clearly hamming it up for the camera, it all does suck, but not to the extent she's going on about it.

In fact, she's just finding some way to lean off the side of her ever suffering mudsadle's back and that sure is the ground moving pretty fast beneath her in the video.]

I'll simply die out here from the elements and the level of bullshit I'm having to go through for all of this. Someone please make sure to tell my wife that I love her or whatever and she knew what she signed up for. [Says the moron that is still hamming it up before she's clambering back onto Ermes' back proper to sit like a mostly normal person and just laughing before turning the video off.

Maybe take her video privileges away.]

[It's been a while since she's shown her face, but she's been waiting, plotting. And now finally has an idea that she thinks will actually work out, good grief.]

So, a question for any breeders out there: anyone by chance got a way to breed a turtwig with grassy terrain on it? I promise there's an actual reason I'm askin' for this specifically. Shit, I can pay you or you can borrow from the shinies I still got runnin' around or the normal maxed out idiots with moves on 'em as payment. I'm not picky.

[Please just ignore the oshawott annoying the ever-loving daylights out of a poor woobat that is trying their hardest to keep out of the reach of this little demon.]

[One might find the scene of the familiar background of the ocean before the Pokegear steadies on Jolyne in front of said ocean, the 'gear very clearly being held by one of her Pokemon. Either, way, she seems intensely eager for whatever she's about to share, a shiny aggron standing off to just behind and to the side, dwarfing damn near everything.]

Goooood afternoon, my fellow transplants. It's been a long time coming, but take a guess as to what's finally happened. [She's going to leave this as a dramatic pause before continuing, the aggron shrugging her shoulders with a low grumble.]

So, they finally finished up the last touches on our, yeah I said our, it ain't like I or Carly was gonna do this shit without the other, gym. We're callin' it Two Island Gyms as it's... you know, kinda descriptor and also two gyms in one. I know, clever, or whatever the fuck. [She's waving it off, not a big deal.]

Point is. On three days of the week, it's my domain. On a different three days, it's Carly's. And, mind you, our concepts are not the same as each other and ain't some straight forward battle or some shit like that. Mine's more, uh, your ass gotta survive somehow because you're sure the shit not beating me in brute force. While Carly's is some more befriending or convincing her Pokemon shit. [She's not bitter at all, just not her jam.]

The badges are pretty cool, though, the two end up interlocking. Oh! Also it ain't just a gym, also got a photo gallery, some kinda almost aquarium-ish thing but the water Pokemon can come and go as they please, which most of mine are wont to do. [Look, don't talk to her about her school of fancy magikarp and gyarados that guards them. Or Pensacola making people look like fools.]

I think that's all I gotta say on that note. If you got any questions or wanna swing by, you know where to find us~