33rd feather [video/action]
[Sup Johto, had enough of black birds that lurk in the shadows and steal your shiny little objects? Hope not, because this video feed features even more of them. About six of them can be seen standing not too far from the camera, calmly poking something on the ground and -- for once -- not bothering anyone nor being bothered by anyone.
The mystery of what's behind that apparent idyll is solved when a new handful of bird seed is thrown in the direction of the crow Pokemon and they start picking it with double energy. Meanwhile, the camera moves to Crow, who seems to be having fun sitting on a bench and feeding the Murkrow, with one of them settled comfortably on his shoulder.]
There's sure been a lot of 'em popping up recently, huh? Funny, you don't really see them much out in the wild, if at all. Can't be a bad thing to have more around! [Oh Crow, if only you knew.] Hey, Black Lance, you could even try finding yourself a girlfriend or something--
[Sadly, his Murkrow does not seem eager to search for the love of his life among other birds. In fact, he's preoccupied with something else entirely -- namely, staring into the evening sky and completely ignoring his trainer.]
... Black Lance? What is it, buddy?
[This time, the Murkrow turns to face Crow, who examines him carefully. The bird shakes his head, but still seems a little anxious, so the duelist decides to let him be for now, turning back to the other crows.]
Wonder if they're here for good...
The mystery of what's behind that apparent idyll is solved when a new handful of bird seed is thrown in the direction of the crow Pokemon and they start picking it with double energy. Meanwhile, the camera moves to Crow, who seems to be having fun sitting on a bench and feeding the Murkrow, with one of them settled comfortably on his shoulder.]
There's sure been a lot of 'em popping up recently, huh? Funny, you don't really see them much out in the wild, if at all. Can't be a bad thing to have more around! [Oh Crow, if only you knew.] Hey, Black Lance, you could even try finding yourself a girlfriend or something--
[Sadly, his Murkrow does not seem eager to search for the love of his life among other birds. In fact, he's preoccupied with something else entirely -- namely, staring into the evening sky and completely ignoring his trainer.]
... Black Lance? What is it, buddy?
[This time, the Murkrow turns to face Crow, who examines him carefully. The bird shakes his head, but still seems a little anxious, so the duelist decides to let him be for now, turning back to the other crows.]
Wonder if they're here for good...