[accidental video/action 006]
[Ladies, gentlemen, Pokemon of all ages, here is a sight some of you may have wanted for a while. This sight is possibly a balm for every ruined moment, every surprise interruption, every bit of troll dealt by a rather nasty creature.
The event? The feed clicking on to show the most wonderful scene of a certain arachnid flying forward and smacking full on into the door of Sprout Tower. Complete with twitching and comically sliding down a bit, though she quickly recovers.
The pain doesn't end there, however. As she gets her bearings and tries to pull on the door, a panicked cry arises from offscreen and Larvitar comes screeching past and crashes into the poor spider. True to form, the door opens at this point, and both go flying out into a puddle. Cue one panic attack.]
A-Ah... please be careful.
[Interrupting the spazzflail is Nelliel. She looks like she got a horrible night's sleep, and she's blearily rubbing at her eyes while walking out after her 'mons.] We were cooped up, but is this quite necessarily...? We need to find the others.
[Apparently: yes, yes it is. Dragging her into the argument seems like a good idea. At this point it should be noted that the 'gear isn't being held by any visible party... and if anything, its floating. Looks like someone has a uninvited guest, though the feed times out with Nel trying to moderate the mutual bitchfit.]
The event? The feed clicking on to show the most wonderful scene of a certain arachnid flying forward and smacking full on into the door of Sprout Tower. Complete with twitching and comically sliding down a bit, though she quickly recovers.
The pain doesn't end there, however. As she gets her bearings and tries to pull on the door, a panicked cry arises from offscreen and Larvitar comes screeching past and crashes into the poor spider. True to form, the door opens at this point, and both go flying out into a puddle. Cue one panic attack.]
A-Ah... please be careful.
[Interrupting the spazzflail is Nelliel. She looks like she got a horrible night's sleep, and she's blearily rubbing at her eyes while walking out after her 'mons.] We were cooped up, but is this quite necessarily...? We need to find the others.
[Apparently: yes, yes it is. Dragging her into the argument seems like a good idea. At this point it should be noted that the 'gear isn't being held by any visible party... and if anything, its floating. Looks like someone has a uninvited guest, though the feed times out with Nel trying to moderate the mutual bitchfit.]