keychained: (metronome)
private texts to Hope, Leon and Rise )

[video]

[now, Sora had only meant to send those text messages early this morning, but Teddy, being the tech savvy little furball that he is, saw fit to grab the pokégear and snap a recording for Johto's Funniest Home Videos. Sora is seated on the ground somewhere in Ilex Forest, his head tilted waaaay back to look up at his beast of a Skarmory. a beast of a Skarmory with a squirming and squealing Caterpie wedged in her beak, and a Skarmory who is leaning down and giving Sora a fairly "YOU BETTER WISE UP AND LISTEN TO ME, YOUNG MAN," sort of look.]

[Metal Chocobo caws around the bug. Sora shakes his head fervently.]
No.

[a muffled squawk that could probably rival her mother's. "but Trainer, it's breakfast time! and I caught you this delicious Caterpie! here comes the choochoo bird--"]

No! Look, I know I said I ate a few bugs as a kid, but I haven't in years! C'mon...

["SON, YOU ARE LUCKY I'M NOT EATING THIS THEN REGURGITATING IT ON YOU." Metal Chocobo looms closer, practically smashing the poor Caterpie against Sora's face-- and, like a stubborn and picky toddler, he clamps his mouth shut and tries to wedge his hands between his mouth and the bug.]

[unfortunately for Sora, Metal Chocobo has quite the height advantage. Sunday morning has turned into a battle of wits, kid against bird-- or at least, a battle of who's more stubborn.]
keychained: (double-edge)
[clunk. white noise distorts this transmission for several seconds-- the feed cuts in, cuts out... almost blips out entirely for a split second there before the pokégear practically roars back to life and the feed returns to its normal clarity. someone really ought to tell Sora to stop dropping his 'gear.]

[it appears to be any normal evening on the ground here in Goldenrod: warm-colored, freshly lit buildings to replace the setting sun somewhere in the distance, two Girafarigs galloping down the street and away from the feed... someone in the middle of an intense fight.]

[the 'gear is fixed on some spot down the road, so the combatants are mostly heard-- well, Sora, anyway; he's doing a lot of yelling-- and only seen in occasional red and yellow and black blurs. after a few minutes of heavy footsteps and the wooshes of someone swinging something heavy pass, Sora skids to a stop in the 'gear's view, trying to catch his breath, gripping a wooden Keyblade Ven carved for him months ago tightly in his hands. he is sweaty, his hair is disheveled and there's a streak of soot across his face-- he probably smells, too. for a kid caught up in what looks like a pretty violent brawl, he actually seems pretty calm. in fact, the 'gear is close enough to catch a sly grin on his face.]

When are you gonna stop going easy on me, huh Dapper? C'mon, I dare you to sting me!

[oh, it is on now, Trainer-- the Beedrill buzzes from offscreen, and Sora's expression briefly flickers to one of surprise. well, he did ask for it. the pokégear finally craps out right as Sora's moving to dodge a well-aimed Twinneedle.]
keychained: (flash)
[a few hours after watching Riku completely thrash Whitney in a gym battle, Sora's making the trek through the bitter cold back to the gym from the pokécenter. finally, his very first gym challenge? his very first badge? ... sure, why not!]

[this is it. this is the big moment. this is the big time to shine! the feed opens to Sora standing just outside the gym doors, puffing out visible, nervous breaths in the cold. there will be pretty much only one chance to pull this off, so it needs to go off without any hitches. after a moment his face hardens into a determined expression, and he steps confidently through the doors. Teddy the Teddiursa toddles along after him, recording with the pokégear in his stubby paws.]

Whitney! I've got to--

You again! You're the friend of that jerk from earlier; I remember you! No, go away, I'm not going to battle you!

[and just like that, Sora's confidence deflates like a balloon. pfffffffhhhhhhhhhhh.]

No, wait, that's not why I'm here! I just need to ask you something.

cut for two very awkward giraffes )
keychained: (roost)
[there are a few unusual things about this here transmission: first, Sora's sending out a few text messages. they're... not exactly his first choice for communicating; he prefers being able to see someone's face when he's talking to them. that and he's painfully slow with hunting and pecking on a keyboard. he's got a good reason for going the text route today, though.]

Is everybody okay? I know all kinds of weird stuff's happened, and I want to make sure nobody's hurt.

[-- and unusual thing number two. though Sora is not much of a typist, he does at least try to make his texts grammatically correct. oh screw it, typing with one hand is annoying.]

let me know soon. also if you guys have any empty bottles hang on to them. or give them to me and i'll hold them for you. ive got an idea

if you find my stuff please be careful with dartanian_


[shortly after mashing the "send" button, Sora tosses his 'gear in front of him on the bed and sighs. tries to sigh. Bell waddles over to to where the 'gear hit the covers and turns it over and over with her tiny arm stubs, prii'ing happily to herself. feel free to make a video call, though you may be chatting with a Togepi at first.]

[if you happen to enter the pokécenter in Goldenrod, you might hear Sora arguing feebly with a nurse and basically being the worst patient ever.]
keychained: (submission)
[if there's one thing Sora here is really good at, it's comfort-- whether it be an enthusiastic pep talk, or telling a silly joke or making a silly face to get a laugh out of whoever needs it, Sora can and does deliver! he's usually pretty successful at getting a smile, at least, though he's better at comforting when he has an experience of his own that he can relate to whatever's happening with a friend.]

[and... he's been trying his best with his friends this week. today, however, Sora will be marching into completely uncharted territory experience-wise when he turns on the feed-- it's so unfamiliar, in fact, that he doesn't even recognize it.]

... There's something wrong with Puddles.

[at least, he wouldn't be able to recognize it on a Pokémon. the feed turns to show the edge of Cherrygrove and Route 30, where the aforementioned Girafarig is standing. just standing there. and staring off down Route 30 longingly. maybe he missed a patch of grass on the way down here?]

I tried taking him to the Pokécenter, and they looked at him... Then Nurse Joy just kinda laughed and told me he's fine. But he's not! Ever since we got here, he's just been standing right there in the same spot like a zombie. Puddles! C'mere!

[Puddles bleats in acknowledgment, but does not move, nor does he refrain from staring off down Route 30 like there's a special Girafarigs-only treasure down that road or something. Sora sighs.]

I don't get it.
keychained: (disable)
[instead of his usual video posts, Sora's turned on only audio this afternoon on account of his hands are full-- the 'gear must be attached to his belt or something, because his voice sounds kind of far off, and almost drowned out by the sound of him shifting around a huge box filled with bottles and trinkets and who knows what else in his arms. as far away and soft as his voice is, he sounds positively ecstatic.]

You guys should see everything I just got at the mart! It's all kinds of good stuff! These are gonna make make fantastic prizes for games and whatever else on Monday. If you're running a booth or something, lemme know and I'll--

[gosh, it's a good thing he wasn't saying anything important, because he's suddenly interrupted by a deafening roar that sounds like it's only a few feet away from the pokégear.]

What the--

[crunch. there's the sound of kid yelling and Pokémon blaring its vocal chords, followed by two large thuds and the tinkle of shattering glass.]

[whatever hit him must have knocked the 'gear off his belt, because the video feed suddenly flicks on to show its view from the grass. he's sprawled out on the ground, the box and its contents broken and scattered all around, and Sora has suddenly found himself nose-to-nose with an enraged Pokémon, plumes of flames billowing in his jaws. someone is not pleased to have lost his original trainer, and is even less pleased to have been unwillingly passed off to this new trainer.]

[happen to be in Violet? it's not too late to fetch the marshmallows! watching the video feed? grab some popcorn and enjoy the impending boss battle-- luckily, Sora has some experience with dragons. sort of.]
keychained: (trick room)
[well, this all started out innocently enough. after Dapper evolved into a Kakuna following a spectacular Caterpie smashing last week, both Sora and bug have been very eager to see how he turns out as a Beedrill-- so the past five days have been pretty constant training, stoutness exercises included! and now, after having finally gained a few quick levels, tada!! Sora is the proud new trainer of a very large and feisty Beedrill! and Dapper couldn't be happier; now he's finally able to carry out his one big, life-long wish.]

Dapper! Get back here!

[unfortunately, that life-long wish is doorbell ditching. it's the Teddiursa who's turned on the pokégear this time-- the feed displays the larger half of Cherrygrove, and a Beedrill gleefully fluttering to the closest residence, smashing the doorbell repeatedly with his stinger, then shooting up in the air to hover just above the doorway. poor Sora is not far behind, pokéball in an outstretched hand and his expression quite kicked puppy when he's suddenly left to deal with the residents answering the door.]

Hey, kid! Didn't anybody ever tell you you're supposed to hide after ringing the doorbell?

[Sora just barely manages an apology before he has to chase after Dapper again-- the Beedrill is even going into the Pokémart and center, ringing the bells at the front desks, then zooming off for his next victim. those listening to the feed can hear the Teddiursa laughing, despite himself.]
keychained: (poison jab)
[behold, Johto network: a Weedle! half of a Weedle's face, anyway; it's nested comfortably against the pokégear and is clearly not interested in its goofy-looking new Trainer trying to get it back in its pokéball. Sora's hand is visible every so often as he tries to pry the Weedle off of his pokégear, but that bug ain't budgin'- it even takes a few shots at Sora's hand with its stinger every so often, yelling out a "Weedle!" in warning. every attempt to plain recall the Weedle results in what Sora would consider some pretty impressive dodging for a giant stinging worm, if said giant stinging worm wasn't trying to dodge him. the pokégear is Weedle's territory now, buddy, best find yourself a new one.]

Oh, come on!

[completely cowed by a bug, fantastic! at least Riku isn't around to see this.. if one happens to be around Route 30/31, they'll probably see Sora scooting toward his pokégear on all fours, pokéball held out for a surprise attack. he got the bug in the ball once, he's going to do it again, gosh darnit.]

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