NINTH REBELLION ❅ VIDEO / ACTION [GOLDENROD CITY]
[Good morning, Route! The sun is barely up and already Isaac's broadcasting something. Clearly someone here's an early riser. This morning Isaac's sitting outside with several of Goldenrod's buildings in the background, surrounded by icicles. If you care to count, there are four Bergmites all clamoring for Isaac's attention and one Avalugg sitting behind Isaac. It looks like another Pokémon is serving as the cameraman today, though there isn't any indication which Pokémon it is.]
Hey, so I have a question.
[And as usual, Isaac doesn't know how to start this. He seems a bit more at ease today and is actually smiling for once. He's also dressed down, in just a dark green t-shirt and jeans despite the temperature and the surrounding Ice-types.]
I'm looking for sparring partners. Uh, human ones. I don't really spar with my Pokémon. Anyway, I've been here awhile and I'm pretty sure my fighting skills are beginning to suffer, so I'd like to work on that. I'm in Goldenrod right now, but we can always set something up sometime later. This isn't something I need immediately or anything, I just figured I'd see if anyone's interested.
[And then Isaac looks awkward, because how the hell does he end something like this.]
Uh, thanks for your time?
[Well, he tried. The feed cuts out there.]
[You know, when Isaac first evolved a Bergmite into an Avalugg, he was expecting something more impressive. Not that Avalugg isn't impressive, but ever since it was compared to a dining room table he hasn't been able to unsee it. It also doesn't help that Avaluggs are really slow. If you happen to be out around the southern outskirts of Goldenrod, you might catch sight of Isaac riding on top of that Avalugg like the world's slowest-moving beastmaster. There are quite a few Bergmites piled on behind Isaac, and they're sliding around with practiced ease on the slippery surface of the much larger Pokémon, never once risking falling off. Apparently we're riding in style today.
(This may or may not have something to do with the fact that Kimblee has an awesome Pokémon to ride on and it's been awhile since Isaac's blatantly copied Kimblee. This also may or may not have something to do with the fact that riding on a glacier was one of the biggest highlights of Isaac's life back home for a brief, shining moment before some brats showed up and ruined everything in the best way possible.)
This display of slow goes on for a few minutes before Isaac finally glances down at the Avalugg.]
I'd get back to the hotel faster if I was walking...
[He then proceeds to jump off the Avalugg, dropping the six and a half feet to the ground without injuring himself somehow. The Bergmites all crowd around the edge of the Avalugg, chirping down at Isaac excitedly.]
No, don't you dare-- You guys know I can't carry you--!
[Too late. INCOMING BERGMITES!! Since they weigh about 220 lbs individually, there is literally no way Isaac is going to be able to catch them all. Care to help or watch them crash into the ground and see if they shatter like regular icicles?]
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[...these Bergmites are like the size of a small child, aka like two-thirds her height, jesus, hello. They're just sorta advancing there.]
Same for you, I'm assuming?
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[DO YOU HAVE TREATS, TINY AND CUTE LADY]
Sort of. I figured I'd take these guys out to train for a bit, but they were more interested in trying to catch an Abra. They don't exactly have the best attention span...
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...They also don't have the best speed, so I'll bet that was an adventure.
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They tried really hard, I'll give them that. They found one sleeping and surrounded it. They managed to hit each other instead of it.
[It was pretty embarrassing tbh...]
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That said, she laughs a bit at that, good lord.]
Well, I can see why you thought they needed the training.
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They're not the brightest... That's why I picked this one to train seriously, he was the only one who actually seemed interested in it.
[He's half-convinced these guys are just little sadists...]
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[...]
They breathe through their ears.
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[NONON WHY DID YOU TELL HIM THIS]
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[NONON WHAT DID YOU DO]
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It's really stupid, Beastmaster.
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[He's not sure what it is, but boy is it a thing.]
Where did you get her?
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...And apparently if you flop her ears back over to cover the openings she stops yelling, so at least there's that much.
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[NONON]
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[AS IS EVIDENCED BY THE FACT THAT ARIA-CHAN IS NOT DEAD YET, PRESUMABLY]
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[Weirder than breathing through their ears in general????? How does Pokémon biology work, we just don't know.]
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[UNLESS THEY'RE JUST LIKE, FLOATING AROUND IN THERE OR SOMETHING
WHY ARE WE EVEN TALKING ABOUT THIS]
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[SHE DOESN'T KNOW]
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[Aaand with that she will just be finding the Pokéball, while the Floette hanging out on her clothes does the intelligent thing and gets under the hat, because holy shit does Celesta ever know what's coming.
And so does Nonon, who seems entirely resigned to this routine; she releases her nearby and picks her up immediately (all damn near 40 pounds of her, like she weighs absolutely nothing), but somewhere between the sudden cold and the person she doesn't recognize and the goddamn Bergmites everywhere, it isn't long before the screaming starts.
Like a damn jet engine in volume, Isaac, she's telling you.
Nonon lets her do it for a moment before she just...sighs, looks right at Isaac, and flops her ears back over.
And the screaming stops.]
Told you.
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