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Nov. 7th, 2021 08:12 pm
VIDEO INTRO [GOLDENROD, EVENING]
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betheman[The one who opens the video post- large enough to be a grown man, but somehow not quite that old in the face (makes sense, he's 14)- frankly looks like a mess.
The background of the Pokemon Center is clear- and if one can make out the details, it may well be the Goldenrod one- as while the light approaches evening, the buildings and bustle can somewhat be seen through windows in the background.
The trainer's clothes are covered in dirt, and ash. His hair- normally styled into a pompadour- is disheveled at best and the style is holding on by a thread. Frankly, he looks tired.
(In comparison, the mawile curiously peering from his arms looks as fresh-faced as a daisy.)]
...Greetings, [he starts, voice deep, gruff, and frankly awkward. This isn't...really the kind of call he's familiar with making?] I, the man Gongenzaka, wish to humbly ask assistance; I have been told, others have arrived here, with no warning- however! I, the man Gongenzaka, must then ask...are those others so content with crime that they would accept such a fate!? To wake in the rooms of such a group, and simply turn to those ways would be UNACCEPTABLE..!!
More than this, though kind, the 'Officer Jennies' here claimed there was no reason or truth to my words- to awaken within this 'Team Rocket' unthinkable, I was told..! I the man Gongenzaka, cannot believe that so many others would have come in this way, for them to know this much, and not know of where they awoke!
[For someone humbly asking for assistance, he's gone into a bit of a rant- a panicked one, mind, but a rant all the same. The boy bows his head steeply, nearly squashing the mawile in the process as she scrambles out of the way.]
I, the man Gongenzaka, ask you...what Is this place?
[What he's not asking: how does he replace his clothes with nothing to pay for it, because boy! Those grunts did not appreciate him skipping even before training.]
The background of the Pokemon Center is clear- and if one can make out the details, it may well be the Goldenrod one- as while the light approaches evening, the buildings and bustle can somewhat be seen through windows in the background.
The trainer's clothes are covered in dirt, and ash. His hair- normally styled into a pompadour- is disheveled at best and the style is holding on by a thread. Frankly, he looks tired.
(In comparison, the mawile curiously peering from his arms looks as fresh-faced as a daisy.)]
...Greetings, [he starts, voice deep, gruff, and frankly awkward. This isn't...really the kind of call he's familiar with making?] I, the man Gongenzaka, wish to humbly ask assistance; I have been told, others have arrived here, with no warning- however! I, the man Gongenzaka, must then ask...are those others so content with crime that they would accept such a fate!? To wake in the rooms of such a group, and simply turn to those ways would be UNACCEPTABLE..!!
More than this, though kind, the 'Officer Jennies' here claimed there was no reason or truth to my words- to awaken within this 'Team Rocket' unthinkable, I was told..! I the man Gongenzaka, cannot believe that so many others would have come in this way, for them to know this much, and not know of where they awoke!
[For someone humbly asking for assistance, he's gone into a bit of a rant- a panicked one, mind, but a rant all the same. The boy bows his head steeply, nearly squashing the mawile in the process as she scrambles out of the way.]
I, the man Gongenzaka, ask you...what Is this place?
[What he's not asking: how does he replace his clothes with nothing to pay for it, because boy! Those grunts did not appreciate him skipping even before training.]
