freezetheskies: (migraine oncoming)
[Good morning, Johto and Kanto. Enjoy your bobbing view of the Saffron City Pokémon Center for a few seconds there, because that's all the quiet you're getting before there's a clatter. Something was carrying the gear, but now it's dropped it and there's a quietly frustrated sound that can only come from a Drifloon. Did it? Apparently so, if the little balloon pokémon appearing on the screen says anything about it. That and a hand, picking the gear up from where it fell which shifts the feed to show Hitsugaya working in the back room, sorting paperwork.]

Try something lighter next time. It'll be easier.

[The Drifloon coos, but doesn't seem to take the advice to heart because it floats over, starting to tug on Hitsugaya's arm in an attempt to lift him instead, but this doesn't work well at all. It barely manages to even lift his arm, no matter how hard it tries. ]

That's not going to work, you know.

[The Drifloon makes a sound that can only be described as sad before floating off, leaving his trainer to continue his work. The feed continues for another minute or so like this, but the the Drifloon soon returns and has something held in it's tendrils. Hitsugaya doesn't look up, and this proves to be his undoing as the Drifloon cries out right before whatever it was holding is thrown right at Hitsugaya's head. It impacts, and he jolts before scrambling to catch it in his hand. What is it? A rock. A very muddy rock if the state of his hair is anything to go by. So much for it being white now.

The good news is it's a small rock, barely a tap on the head, but enough to get his attention and make him give the Drifloon a very stern look. It seems to be laughing, though. Someone has a sense of humor.]
freezetheskies: (concerned)
--can't believe this...where's that map...

[Evening, Johto. It's about sunset as the video comes on, though it's pretty much by total accident. The owner of this gear, one obviously rumpled and tired Toushiro Hitsugaya, doesn't even notice the thing is recording as he tries to get the map from his bag. Of course, it's useless in the back alleys of Goldenrod, which is where he appears to, and judging from the expression on the face of his Golduck standing behind him, they're lost.

Yep. His sense of direction in a town this large that he's never been to, is absolute crap and he knows it if the expression on his face says anything about that.]


We'll have to turn back. Come on.

[He turns to leave the alleyway and retrace their steps, Golduck right behind him and the flashes of orange fur at his ankle showing his Growlithe is right at his side. But then the puppy stops suddenly, turning to the entrance of another alleyway that the sun is just shining through, growls, and darts into it before her trainer can grab her.]

Hey---tch.

[He chases after his Growlithe, only to stop when he gets halfway to her and appears to see something from the corner of his eye. He turns his head, but before either he or anyone watching can see what caught his attention, a cream streak darts out from the shadows and his Growlithe starts barking again.

Of course, it's too late to do anything about that, and Hitsugaya loses his footing as the streak, obviously some kind of quadrupedal pokémon, lashes out at his face. The gear goes flying from his hand and skitters across the ground, turning off upon impact with something but not before there's a tremendous crash, the sound of breaking glass, and a surprised cry from the young man in the alley. Seems trouble follows him wherever he goes.]
freezetheskies: (tch)
['Sup, Johto. Not a feed you're used to seeing, is it? It shouldn't be, what with how much of a recluse it's owner is. The fact he's been sick for the better part of the past few days hasn't been helping much, but something is.

What is that? A newly evolved Dragonair who is none too pleased with his trainer being such a hermit. There's the rumbling sound of a growl mixed with a "Draaaaa...." as the feed clicks on to show a birds-eye view of Hitsugaya staring up at something. What is that something? His Dragonair up a tree with his Pokégear. And yes, that is his eye twitching.]


Hyourinmaru, get down here. Now.

[Another growly "Draaaaaa" and Hitsugaya seems to sigh. He moves towards the tree to climb up, and the feed shifts as Hyou slithers down the tree and passes his trainer. Once he's on the ground, the feed shifts to show Hitsugaya glaring from halfway up the tree-trunk. This is not going his way at all, and he puts his head to the bark as the feed cuts out. Dragon: 1, Boy: 0]

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