tensai: (pic#1689036)
OWWWW!

[Anyone paying attention to the network would have been witness to the sudden turning on of Marui's device just before it crashes down, skids across the floor and somehow settles at a nice angle where you can all see the inside of a barn-- the barn in Goldenrod. If anyone is familiar enough with the area, you would know that it is part of the Tennis House, and where Rikkai keeps most of their Pokémon, when they're not in their balls. Heh, balls.

Anyway, getting to the point: a certain Girafarig's darker half is biting at Marui, looking angry or distraught or a mixture of both. The front half doesn't seem to mind what his backside is doing, probably even approving of the biting. The Rapidash nearby don't seem to be paying much attention to the scene, but the Machamp seems concerned at least.]


Owww, quit it, Ace! Let me do my job and-- not the ear! Let me just-- Don't make me put you back in your PokéBall! [Oh, that seemed to work...? It stopped biting Marui, at least, and Ace is letting the redhead pet him now.] You're not the only one upset that Akaya's gone, you know.

[And it is at this point that something big, blue and furry sits(or rolls over) in front of the camera, snores, and makes the feed cut off. But if you're ever in the area, Marui will just be in the barn, making sure all the Rikkai Pokémon are well-fed and warm and totally not sulking, who does that? Sheesh.]
tensai: (pic#1689024)
[when the video feed turns on, there’s a hassle in the background, a burst of flame, some frantic jabbering in the background. a dark-skinned lad with a worried expression gestures at a sleepy camel in tow. the camel sneezes. there is fire. the Mom, her expression pleasant, is reaching for a broom. his voice filters through the speakers, frantic--]

But ma’am, you don’t understand! The camel, it’s sneezing fire! Is it allergies? No, shouldn’t this violate some kind of a safety hazard--?

[meanwhile, in the background, a redhead, smaller than the tanned kid, is fussing about, opening drawers, peeking in cabinets, turning over jars and looking underneath various furniture. he’s followed around by a tiny, fat, blue thing, picking up discarded items, sniffing at them and checking if they’re edible, then hiding them in its furry skirt-thing. they’re both not paying any attention to the flaming camel. why? because there is something much more important to do.]

Oi, Jackal, stop bothering Mom about the camel and help me find marshmallows. We can totally roast them every time that thing sneezes!

[the dark-skinned lad double-takes, makes a choking sort of sound, and turns to his companion. Mom is smiling.]

Bunta, what are you-- [a sudden, angry, scraping sound, the texture of a broom across a countertop, and Jackal throws up his arms, eyes wide] No, ma’am, please, put down that broom! Ma’am--

Uh oh, trouble!

You think?! Door, door, door--

[the roar of a mother, reclaiming her kitchen, because some things are universal. the broom swings through the air. the video catches the tail end of two teenagers, a camel and a … furry bear cub thing as they careen out the door, the redhead victorious with a jar of cookies tucked under his arm like a trophy (a soft echo of ‘dou, tensai-teki?’ in his wake.)]

OUT. Out, out, out, out, out--

[aaaaand feed cuts]


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