01. [Video/Action Rocket HQ] Shortly after the Rocket Meeting
((OOC NOTE - I'm sorry tags are delayed/slow. I've had a hell of a time sleeping lately and it's making me off and on sick. I'm replying as I can rattle the brain cells together to do so *SALUTE!*))
[The gear's video feed comes to life, seemingly having been jostled on as it was dropped.]
SCYYYYY!! [There's the sound of what sounds like a blade's edge whickering through the air and scuffling footsteps, followed by a faint grunt in a female tone SCYTHAAAA!
[more scuffling and then someone falls into view of the camera. A brown-haired young woman, wearing a surprisingly-calm expression for what appears to be a dire situation, continues to glower in the direction of her assailant.]
You aren't helping either of our situations this way... [her answer seems to be a reedy shriek from the off-camera source, making her eyes widen as she dodges to the side, narrowly avoiding what looks to be a scythe's blade biting into the space of wall she had occupied just moments ago. It is followed immediately by it's owner, a large (and very irate-looking) Scyther darting into view of the camera, giving a cheated hiss at having missed his target as he kicks off of the wall to pursue her
The feed cuts for an alarming few minutes, wherein no messages inquiring as to whether she's all right might be answered. When the feed at last, comes back on, the pokegear is properly in it's owners hands. The camera focuses half on a black shirt bearing a bright red R, and half on the same scyther from earlier, looking winded, pissed, but placated for the moment as he hunkers at his master's side, clutching some food between his impressive claws and busily eating it.]
Throwing such a fit over being hungry? Tch... Beelzebub may have liked you better. [In spite of the entire ordeal, her voice still carries a calm sternness to it. Between her tone, and the Scyther's passing snort, it's clear both parties believe they've come out the victor of this squabble.]