01 ☣ video/action for NBT

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[ The audio turns on with the hiss of static, it lasts about half a second before— ]

Stuck? Stuck?! Bullshit!

[ Whoever's speaking, they're clearly angry. There's the sound of paper getting pushed aside and metal hitting the floor, followed swiftly thereafter by glass breaking and plastic getting crushed. The horrified gasps of a few scientists fill in the ensuing silence. ]

Kyrie...she's in danger, I have to...

[ The yelling voice seems to have slowed and quieted to a low growl. The thudding of boots marks heavy, erratic pacing; the crunch of plastic indicates the violence isn't quite over.

It's here the video turns on; a big blue snout blocks the view, before the head pans out to reveal a Bagon, looking upset. The small creature turns the 'gear around, capturing the scene:

Elm's lab is trashed.

Papers litter the floor, broken glass and torn plastic casings strewn in the wake of whole workstations being knocked down. Chairs are on their sides, tables half-emptied of their contents, shattered vials releasing fluids onto the linoleum. A group of scientists—strangely, none of them hurt—are watching with wide, frightened eyes as a young man paces. 'Young man' is perhaps generous: half-man, half-snarl, flashing teeth that feel as though they should be pointed. He can't seem to contain himself, his eyes stare ahead emptily, focused on something that isn't there; every other movement he's whirling, stopping, starting again, hands raised, hands down, flexing and touching his right hand over and over. There's blood on that fist; it's easy to connect the dots to the hole in one of the computer monitors. Finally, after about a minute, he spins deftly on his heel and grabs Elm by the collar of his labcoat. Tiny flowers of blood bloom on the white fabric. ]

I have to get back!

[ He shakes Elm for good measure, as the poor harried researcher can only hang on and blubber apologies. Nero snarls. ]

Answer me!

[ The Bagon puts down the gear and leans over it worriedly, making a soft keening noise. Come calm his trainer down, please, somebody! Anybody? ]


[[OOC: all characters who signed up and any who didn't are welcome to come crash the party and help Elm get away from the rampaging teenager. Video/audio responses will come chronologically after he calms down. ]]

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[ Just. So unsure. Kindness from a non-Kyrie person, what do?




...He waits, apparently. ]

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[Returning not long later, he's motioning for Nero to have a seat so he can sit across from him on the ground and open the first aid kit. Getting to work, but he does give a 'Sorry, this will sting a little at first' warning before carefully dabbing disinfectant over the wounds.]

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[ Nero, still impassive and uncertain, just lets Kotetsu work. When he moves to apply the alcohol, Nero almost scoffs--him, feel the sting of rubbing alcohol? what does Kotetsu think he is, twelve?--but is shocked at the spasm that runs down his arm when the pad does touch his wounded hand. He hisses.

It hits him all at once, now that the adrenaline is gone; the blossoming bruises he's collected, the cuts, the stiff soreness, the fact that none of it has healed yet. He hasn't just lost his Devil Bringer, he realizes, grim. He's lost everything that made him a good demon slayer. It's a powerful worry, but his turmoil is absent from his face. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

Are you feeling slightly better than earlier? [Wrapping his knuckles in bandages, Kotetsu tears the edge off the roll and smooths it down. Sitting back then with a quiet smile, he's apparently ignoring the swollen bruise on his cheek.]

I can fill you in on what's going on with this place.

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Kind of.

[ It's a bit of a morose answer, but it's about all Kotetsu's gonna get, and honest besides. He's grateful that the older man let him blow off steam, though. It's like Dante without the mocking, and in the absence of that edge to respond to, Nero's left scowling at the air. At Kotetsu's question, he cocks an eyebrow and nods, listening. He was expecting the other guy to insist on cleaning the lab, but...truth be told, Nero'll probably to that on his own later. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't mind, it's better than screaming and throwing people around again.]

To start, we've all been brought here through unknown means, and no one has been able to figure out why yet. The most I know is that we're on a different world, and the whole "take this Pokemon and train it". I haven't heard of too much trouble outside of general life and how to get around.

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Right. So it's too much to hope for a bus, huh?

[ He just watches Kotetsu work, and when the bandage is cut he gingerly flexes his hand, then drops it. His eyes are eventually drawn to the door of the lab, where a little blue head is poking out, as if wondering if it's safe to come out yet. When Nero fails to yell at him, the little Bagon stumbles down the step, and wanders over. Nero's look is hard, but he's lost the energy and motivation to be truly angry. ]

And we're supposed to train these guys? [ He looks...highly dubious. Small lizard is small. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

A little bit. But it only takes three days if I remember to get to the next town! [Looking to the Pokemon when it peeks out and walks over, Kotetsu smiles lightly.] Yup! [Following the dragon is his Pikachu, who has no trouble with darting on over to chitter and lightly chide his trainer for getting into a fight already. Letting Pii-chan make himself comfortable on his shoulder again, Kotetsu just beams a smile.]

They're really quick learners and pretty intelligent, for being the general wild animals here.