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[The feed opens to the inside of...a mouth!
A canine mouth, if the teeth are anything to go by. A great big tongue swipes the screen, and static fizzes for a second. The mouth, startled by the noise, pulls away, revealing the long, slim muzzle of a Houndour. It would seem Nero's added a new member to his team...but that doesn't look like a hotel room behind the pokémon, or a route. Where is it?]
What the f—that's not a goddamn chew toy!
[There's the sound of a giggle, and some indistinct soothing words, probably from Kyrie. Basilisk the Houndour turns his head, perfectly dignified, as Nero plucks the 'gear from out between his legs. His expression is vaguely disdainful, lip curling to expose white teeth, but Nero ignores him, expression still mildly smug from the recent fight.
In Nero's hands now, the 'gear turns away to show...the battle arena of the Celadon gym.
Or at least. There used to be an arena here. Vast swaths of trees are now little more than charcoal, blast burns where green grass should be, wisps of black smoke curling like ribbons towards the vaulted ceiling. At the center of all this destruction is Red, scuffed and possibly poisoned but victorious, spreading her wide wings and taunting the yet-unevolved Buster with them. The camera pans a bit too quickly to see much, but Nero's tone brooks no argument.]
Red, cut it out.
[She's not inclined to listen, basking in her first gym victory, won only by the skin of her teeth. Looming over Buster, she huffs out a puff of smoke, her tail burning bright behind her like a banner. Her posturing earns her a headbutt from the smaller Shelgon, which only serves to make her upset—and there they go.]
Fuck this...
[Nero chucks the 'gear down at Basilisk's feet, taking off towards the skirmishing dragons. Now, most people might have a moment of concern when approaching this situation, but Nero? Nah.
Nero uses his Bagon as a stepping-stone to vault up and punch his Charizard in the face. You can't really see it from that angle, but the sound is pretty telltale.]
Fucking—stop!
[Basilisk watches this, mildly impressed, and then goes back to chewing. The feed goes out the same way it started.]
[[ooc: Rainbow badge approved by Stormy. Replies will happen a few hours post-broadcast once Nero gets himself a non-chewed up 'gear.]]
A canine mouth, if the teeth are anything to go by. A great big tongue swipes the screen, and static fizzes for a second. The mouth, startled by the noise, pulls away, revealing the long, slim muzzle of a Houndour. It would seem Nero's added a new member to his team...but that doesn't look like a hotel room behind the pokémon, or a route. Where is it?]
What the f—that's not a goddamn chew toy!
[There's the sound of a giggle, and some indistinct soothing words, probably from Kyrie. Basilisk the Houndour turns his head, perfectly dignified, as Nero plucks the 'gear from out between his legs. His expression is vaguely disdainful, lip curling to expose white teeth, but Nero ignores him, expression still mildly smug from the recent fight.
In Nero's hands now, the 'gear turns away to show...the battle arena of the Celadon gym.
Or at least. There used to be an arena here. Vast swaths of trees are now little more than charcoal, blast burns where green grass should be, wisps of black smoke curling like ribbons towards the vaulted ceiling. At the center of all this destruction is Red, scuffed and possibly poisoned but victorious, spreading her wide wings and taunting the yet-unevolved Buster with them. The camera pans a bit too quickly to see much, but Nero's tone brooks no argument.]
Red, cut it out.
[She's not inclined to listen, basking in her first gym victory, won only by the skin of her teeth. Looming over Buster, she huffs out a puff of smoke, her tail burning bright behind her like a banner. Her posturing earns her a headbutt from the smaller Shelgon, which only serves to make her upset—and there they go.]
Fuck this...
[Nero chucks the 'gear down at Basilisk's feet, taking off towards the skirmishing dragons. Now, most people might have a moment of concern when approaching this situation, but Nero? Nah.
Nero uses his Bagon as a stepping-stone to vault up and punch his Charizard in the face. You can't really see it from that angle, but the sound is pretty telltale.]
Fucking—stop!
[Basilisk watches this, mildly impressed, and then goes back to chewing. The feed goes out the same way it started.]
[[ooc: Rainbow badge approved by Stormy. Replies will happen a few hours post-broadcast once Nero gets himself a non-chewed up 'gear.]]
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