keychained: (pain split)
[good evening, Johto! on your 'gears tonight is a kid with a thousand problems-- and his pokémon are at the moment every single one.]

-- Hey, guys? Quick question.

[Sora points the feed toward a cozy spot of trees near the exit to Violet City, and the entrance to Route 31. a giant boulder-sized Skarmory is contentedly perched amongst the trees, though when her gaze catches the 'gear, she gives it-- Sora, presumably-- a rather dirty look.]

I found Metal Chocobo! [judging by her hardened stare, she wasn't too thrilled with him up and disappearing on her, either. instead of pecking at him disapprovingly like one might expect, however, she's elected to just sit there. glaring.]

But... what do you do when one of your pokémon steals your other pokémon and refuses to give them back?

[upon closer inspection... yes, that would be a yellow paw on the ground directly beneath where Metal Chocobo is roosting. Roxas the Jolteon knows better than to attack without Sora's permission, so he is just... silently enduring being sat on like an egg.]

[heck, there's even an egg there, too. Sora didn't get a chance to read who it was from before Metal Chocobo swooped in with an metallic grinding squawk and snatched it right out of his hands, though.]
keychained: (whirlwind)
What's the best way to hang on to something really important to you? Do you keep it close to you, or do you lock it up somewhere safe?

[... not that Sora is entirely aware of a way to lock memories up somewhere safe, but if it comes to the point that he can't keep them in his heart where they belong, like he's concluded after a hazy dream last week and the way Naminé acted around him earlier, he's starting to think he's well on his way to figuring something out.]

[whether you contact him through the gear or seek him out somewhere in Olivine, you're likely to find him in one of two places: he might be in his room he's sharing with Kairi and Riku at the inn, where there are pieces of paper strewn everywhere. all over the bed, on the nightstands, the desk in the corner... Sora's right in the middle of the mess, trying to figure out the best way to sort everything.]

[or you may find him flat on his back along the shoreline, staring up at the sky-- just like how one might find him if he were back home. if there's one thing that doesn't ever change, no matter how the rest of the world changes, it's the sounds of the ocean.]


ooc cut/info -- Sora's personal notes )
keychained: (pain split)
[Sora doesn't remember much about the last time Johto's population grew exponentially in size, aside from the fact that he was in his favorite pair of pajamas and he lost a fight miserably to Vanitas-- though, the fact that he's suddenly able to summon his Keyblade is at least helping to deter the thought of losing fights-- and it isn't exactly the main thing that has him on edge.]

[it's this flower thingy that keeps popping up wherever he goes. tapping it with the Keyblade did nothing. taking off toward the beach to try to lose it did nothing; it just reappeared right behind him, even as Sora waded out into the water. ... fire especially did nothing. flower thingy does not like fire, and it's starting to get really creepy.]

[hence why he turns on his pokégear, fixing it on his, erm... stalker.]


Okay, I get that a lot of new people have been showing up, but what about new things? Does anybody know what this even is-- some kind of new plant? It's like it's everywhere I go.

[YOU'VE MET WITH A TERRIBLE FATE, HAVEN'T YOU, SORA?]
keychained: (aerial ace)
[closed captioning and consideration for this video feed is brought to you by a certain camera-Teddy-- though really, Teddy is more providing commentary than he is relaying the conversation, chirping in whenever he sees fit. a studio audience, if you will. Sora is right outside the pokécenter in Goldenrod, crouched down on one knee so that he's face-to-face with a Poliwag. a Poliwag who's standing up straight and proudly bearing a fedora atop his head. ... and a paper beard across his face.]

[it gets better.]

Y'know, you're getting really good at solving mysteries, Douglas! But this one's gonna stump you for weeks, promise. You'll be so stumped you won't even know what hit you. [a squeak from Teddy, which sounds an awful lot like an "ooooh." "OH NO TRAINER DIDN'T."]

I call it "The Case of the Missing Bow Tie." Or, the case Puddles would be really mad at me if he knew about... Because someone's stolen his bow tie! ["OH THE HORROR, NOT THE BOW TIE! Hey Trainer, I'm totally going to tell Puddles on you."]

Luckily, though, I've managed to scrape together a clue that may help us find the perpetrator. I need for you to find me a treasure chest that doesn't have any kind of lid or keyhole on it. Think you can do that?

[Teddiursa makes a noise that sort of implies that he thinks Trainer is crazy-- what would you do with a treasure chest that you can't open?-- but Douglas stands on his tippy toes and squeaks in determination! he can do this, Trainer! he has a namesake to live up to!]

[that said, if one's wandering about Goldenrod, he or she may bump into Sora as he follows his sleuthing Poliwag around town, along with a teddy bear gleefully taping the whole thing.]

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