[Video/Action Ecruteak City] A Slight Case Of Scythers
[At first there's only the audio feed, and the sound of tall grass being tramped underfoot. This goes on for several minutes before the video finally pops on, revealing an expansive field somewhere outside of Ecruteak (the city can be seen in the background) and catching what looks like the backside of a Scyther as it retreats into a thicket of trees up ahead]
So -that's- where you've been going... [Belphegor's voice notes, sounding just a bit put-out about it. And why wouldn't she be...? Ankou lighting off for parts unknown and returning only when he feels like it lately has been an enormous inconvenience for her. Her searches for where he's been going and why have been fruitless, but today....TODAY....she's going to put an end to this mystery.]
If I were to venture a guess... [the middle stake murmurs, beginning to move forward again, footfall chuffing through the grass] ...he's made some local friends. [She falls quiet as she draws near to the thicket, a hand moving into view of the camera's field of vision to reach in front of her and part some of the foliage carefully.]
SCYYYYY!!!!
FREEEEEE!!
[The camera's field of vision is suddenly obscured by flurry of greens, purples, and whites as Belphe gives a started Kyaa...! It tips haphazardly upward and there's the sounds of a further scuffle somewhere nearby, the scyther's voice eventually being drowned out entirely by an increasingly-urgent trilling Freeeee! Freeeee!
When she finally thinks to reclaim her pokegear, it focuses blearily on her upper arm where the red sleeve on her jacket has been torn, as well as the white shirt beneath. Judging by the redness of the welling scratch beneath, it appears SOMEONE finally landed a blow on their master. And neither she, nor the wild butterfree blitzing about Ankou's head seems very happy about it.
Freefree Free! FREEEEE!!
SCY!!
Freefree!
Scy...!!!! SCYTHA!!!
FREEEEEEE!!
....Scy!
Have you ever heard a marital spat between pokemon? That's sure what it sounds like is going on here. Ankou narrows his eyes and backs off as the flighty white butterfly continues to get in his face. Belphegor gives a pained hiss, and there's rummaging noises as she digs into her backpack for her first aid kit. It isn't a serious wound, at least....nothing compared to being shot in the gut, anyway. In the time it takes her to cinch a temporary bandage over the cut until she can get somewhere to deal with it properly, the butterfree is hovering in front of her, taking her by her sleeve and tugging her toward the thicket.]
Freeeeeeee! [it squeals excitedly as Ankou gives an unhappy growl, seeming defeated on the matter. After a momentary hesitation, she gathers her feet beneath her and follows, seeming to have forgotten the 'gear is even broadcasting as she's no longer narrating for anyone's benefit or taking care to focus. Grass gives way to a tangle of shrubbery and spindly tree trunks as her progress slows a moment, inhibited by overgrowth. A small noise of frustration escapes her as a hand reaches out to hold branches aside and allow her passage.
After a few minutes of this, she stops short. Seeming to remember the pokegear, she now holds it up to show everyone else what she's looking at.
A rough nest has been hewn out of a rotted tree stump and lined with leaves. Sitting inside of it is a cluster of green eggs.]
This....explains a good many things [she murmurs, setting her backpack down as the Butterfree flaps toward her, tugging open top zipper before returning to the nest to fetch an egg. As the camera watches, the butterfree deposits the egg into her backpack, and then flits back to get another] If you're expecting me to take care of them all, I do not have the room or the time... [she informs the wild pokemon, which does nothing to slow her in transferring her children from the nest to the backpack. All the while, Ankou watches with piercingly disapproving eyes, but clearly he gets no say in the matter.]
Freee! [The butterfree trills when her work is done, alighting on Belphe's arm to examine the bandage. Was THAT what this was about? Some sort of peace offering so that she wouldn't forbid the two from meeting?]
Maybe you'd like to come with me and ensure they find good homes? [she offers. The butterfree cocks her head in confusion, even as Ankou rattls his wings and hisses.] SCYYY!! [a cry of indignation. Nobody is putting HIS waifu into a pokeball]
FREEEE!! [The scyther again falls silent, though his gaze remains stonily on Belphe]
......
[And that, Johto, brings us to the present. Belphegor has since made her walk back to the city to get her arm properly cleaned and to mend the rip in her jacket. And now the pokegear camera shows a cluster of green eggs nestled inside of a backpack as a scyther and butterfree stand over them dutifully]
It would appear Ankou has taken it upon himself to become a father. ....and, apparently, it's fallen to me to find them new homes
[How about it, world? Anybody interested in a knifemantis?]
((OOC - 2/3 eggs are up for sale/trade (she'll be asking about 3,000P for them or you can offer her a slowpoke, slakoth, or a jigglypuff if you're able to catch/breed them), the other four are reserved for Riku, Soul, Leviathan, and Killua))
So -that's- where you've been going... [Belphegor's voice notes, sounding just a bit put-out about it. And why wouldn't she be...? Ankou lighting off for parts unknown and returning only when he feels like it lately has been an enormous inconvenience for her. Her searches for where he's been going and why have been fruitless, but today....TODAY....she's going to put an end to this mystery.]
If I were to venture a guess... [the middle stake murmurs, beginning to move forward again, footfall chuffing through the grass] ...he's made some local friends. [She falls quiet as she draws near to the thicket, a hand moving into view of the camera's field of vision to reach in front of her and part some of the foliage carefully.]
SCYYYYY!!!!
FREEEEEE!!
[The camera's field of vision is suddenly obscured by flurry of greens, purples, and whites as Belphe gives a started Kyaa...! It tips haphazardly upward and there's the sounds of a further scuffle somewhere nearby, the scyther's voice eventually being drowned out entirely by an increasingly-urgent trilling Freeeee! Freeeee!
When she finally thinks to reclaim her pokegear, it focuses blearily on her upper arm where the red sleeve on her jacket has been torn, as well as the white shirt beneath. Judging by the redness of the welling scratch beneath, it appears SOMEONE finally landed a blow on their master. And neither she, nor the wild butterfree blitzing about Ankou's head seems very happy about it.
Freefree Free! FREEEEE!!
SCY!!
Freefree!
Scy...!!!! SCYTHA!!!
FREEEEEEE!!
....Scy!
Have you ever heard a marital spat between pokemon? That's sure what it sounds like is going on here. Ankou narrows his eyes and backs off as the flighty white butterfly continues to get in his face. Belphegor gives a pained hiss, and there's rummaging noises as she digs into her backpack for her first aid kit. It isn't a serious wound, at least....nothing compared to being shot in the gut, anyway. In the time it takes her to cinch a temporary bandage over the cut until she can get somewhere to deal with it properly, the butterfree is hovering in front of her, taking her by her sleeve and tugging her toward the thicket.]
Freeeeeeee! [it squeals excitedly as Ankou gives an unhappy growl, seeming defeated on the matter. After a momentary hesitation, she gathers her feet beneath her and follows, seeming to have forgotten the 'gear is even broadcasting as she's no longer narrating for anyone's benefit or taking care to focus. Grass gives way to a tangle of shrubbery and spindly tree trunks as her progress slows a moment, inhibited by overgrowth. A small noise of frustration escapes her as a hand reaches out to hold branches aside and allow her passage.
After a few minutes of this, she stops short. Seeming to remember the pokegear, she now holds it up to show everyone else what she's looking at.
A rough nest has been hewn out of a rotted tree stump and lined with leaves. Sitting inside of it is a cluster of green eggs.]
This....explains a good many things [she murmurs, setting her backpack down as the Butterfree flaps toward her, tugging open top zipper before returning to the nest to fetch an egg. As the camera watches, the butterfree deposits the egg into her backpack, and then flits back to get another] If you're expecting me to take care of them all, I do not have the room or the time... [she informs the wild pokemon, which does nothing to slow her in transferring her children from the nest to the backpack. All the while, Ankou watches with piercingly disapproving eyes, but clearly he gets no say in the matter.]
Freee! [The butterfree trills when her work is done, alighting on Belphe's arm to examine the bandage. Was THAT what this was about? Some sort of peace offering so that she wouldn't forbid the two from meeting?]
Maybe you'd like to come with me and ensure they find good homes? [she offers. The butterfree cocks her head in confusion, even as Ankou rattls his wings and hisses.] SCYYY!! [a cry of indignation. Nobody is putting HIS waifu into a pokeball]
FREEEE!! [The scyther again falls silent, though his gaze remains stonily on Belphe]
......
[And that, Johto, brings us to the present. Belphegor has since made her walk back to the city to get her arm properly cleaned and to mend the rip in her jacket. And now the pokegear camera shows a cluster of green eggs nestled inside of a backpack as a scyther and butterfree stand over them dutifully]
It would appear Ankou has taken it upon himself to become a father. ....and, apparently, it's fallen to me to find them new homes
[How about it, world? Anybody interested in a knifemantis?]
((OOC - 2/3 eggs are up for sale/trade (she'll be asking about 3,000P for them or you can offer her a slowpoke, slakoth, or a jigglypuff if you're able to catch/breed them), the other four are reserved for Riku, Soul, Leviathan, and Killua))