38th feather [video/action]
[Today's video feed starts with a close-up on a really bored-looking Murkrow, only to move to show Crow walking down the corridor of Cianwood inn.]
--and you could get a hobby that doesn't include playing with the 'Gear-- [He stops abruptly when he reaches his room and, upon opening the door, both he and the viewers are greeted by the sight of a pile of THINGS in the middle of the room. "THINGS" in this particular case means EVERYTHING -- clothes, bags, plates, PokeBalls, books, wallets, watches -- anything that could be found in the inn. On top of the pile sits a Delibird, currently preoccupied with trying to put a bra on his head.
... It takes a long moment before Crow finds words again.]
Are all my Pokemon thieves?! [A loud "KROW KROW!" comes off screen, and it doesn't really take a genius to figure out it was supposed to mean "Pot calls the kettle black". It gains Murkrow a glare from his trainer, but he'll let it slide. This time. Because he needs to deal with the other thief first.]
Blizzard! Put those things back where you took them from, and now! [He approaches the bird, who quickly puts his hand up in a "HALT!" fashion and starts searching for something inside his sack-tail and pulls out... a fork? Nope, gotta try again. A toothbrush? Again, not what he wanted. Third time's a charm -- he finally finds a nicely wrapped present and hands it to Crow, who certainly didn't expect that.]
--For me? Seriously? Geez, you didn't have to--
[Sadly, he cannot finish the sentence, as the said Present blows up RIGHT IN HIS FACE, filling the room with thick black smoke. Several minutes of Crow's coughing and cursing later, the smoke finally clears, revealing Blizzard, who is back on his pile, apparently feeling NO REGRET over what he's done. But judging by Crow's fierce expression, he will soon.]
SON OF A--
[Conveniently, the feed is cut here by a certain vigilant Murkrow. Kids may be watching this, after all!]
[ooc: If you're in Cianwood, feel free to assume your things have been stolen if you wish!]
--and you could get a hobby that doesn't include playing with the 'Gear-- [He stops abruptly when he reaches his room and, upon opening the door, both he and the viewers are greeted by the sight of a pile of THINGS in the middle of the room. "THINGS" in this particular case means EVERYTHING -- clothes, bags, plates, PokeBalls, books, wallets, watches -- anything that could be found in the inn. On top of the pile sits a Delibird, currently preoccupied with trying to put a bra on his head.
... It takes a long moment before Crow finds words again.]
Are all my Pokemon thieves?! [A loud "KROW KROW!" comes off screen, and it doesn't really take a genius to figure out it was supposed to mean "Pot calls the kettle black". It gains Murkrow a glare from his trainer, but he'll let it slide. This time. Because he needs to deal with the other thief first.]
Blizzard! Put those things back where you took them from, and now! [He approaches the bird, who quickly puts his hand up in a "HALT!" fashion and starts searching for something inside his sack-tail and pulls out... a fork? Nope, gotta try again. A toothbrush? Again, not what he wanted. Third time's a charm -- he finally finds a nicely wrapped present and hands it to Crow, who certainly didn't expect that.]
--For me? Seriously? Geez, you didn't have to--
[Sadly, he cannot finish the sentence, as the said Present blows up RIGHT IN HIS FACE, filling the room with thick black smoke. Several minutes of Crow's coughing and cursing later, the smoke finally clears, revealing Blizzard, who is back on his pile, apparently feeling NO REGRET over what he's done. But judging by Crow's fierce expression, he will soon.]
SON OF A--
[Conveniently, the feed is cut here by a certain vigilant Murkrow. Kids may be watching this, after all!]
[ooc: If you're in Cianwood, feel free to assume your things have been stolen if you wish!]