005.2 // video/action for ALL OF THE THINGS
[ What is this I don't even-
JESUS CHRIST IT'S AN ENTEI GET IN THE CAR.
The camera catches a fleeting glimpse of an Entei from below before it's snatched up. Then it's mostly catching grass, and it's probably not supposed to be on, because it's flailing around like your nine-year-old sister listening to Justin Bieber. A tree comes suddenly into the shot and the camera starts climbing, higher and higher, quite quickly. Finally, it stops on nothing but sky, and over the baying and barking of canines below, you can hear someone panting.
The 'gear, still in his hand when he leans over, strikes the tree branch he's bracing himself on, but now you can see what he's running from.
A pack of wild dogs, natch'. It's another minute or two before he realizes the 'gear is even on, but when he does, you can hear him mutter a quiet curse. A moment later, he turns the camera on himself, and he's wearing the usual sunny smile. He's obviously made some attempt to smooth himself over, but he still basically looks like he just had a quickie in a McDonald's bathroom. ]
My apologies. I certainly hadn't meant to broadcast this ridiculousness. It would seem I've... moved again.
[ He pans the camera down the road one direction and then the other. Some might recognize it as Route 32. He's about two or three days out from Violet City, in fact. ]
This time, the young master seems not to have come along. I can't be at all certain if he stayed where we were before - Ecruteak City, we eventually found out - or if he's gone somewhere else, himself.
I suppose, however, that before I can do a thing about that... I have to do something about this.
[ The dogs come back into view, all of them jumping and baying at the base of the tree. Let's just hope they don't decide to burn it down. ]
JESUS CHRIST IT'S AN ENTEI GET IN THE CAR.
The camera catches a fleeting glimpse of an Entei from below before it's snatched up. Then it's mostly catching grass, and it's probably not supposed to be on, because it's flailing around like your nine-year-old sister listening to Justin Bieber. A tree comes suddenly into the shot and the camera starts climbing, higher and higher, quite quickly. Finally, it stops on nothing but sky, and over the baying and barking of canines below, you can hear someone panting.
The 'gear, still in his hand when he leans over, strikes the tree branch he's bracing himself on, but now you can see what he's running from.
A pack of wild dogs, natch'. It's another minute or two before he realizes the 'gear is even on, but when he does, you can hear him mutter a quiet curse. A moment later, he turns the camera on himself, and he's wearing the usual sunny smile. He's obviously made some attempt to smooth himself over, but he still basically looks like he just had a quickie in a McDonald's bathroom. ]
My apologies. I certainly hadn't meant to broadcast this ridiculousness. It would seem I've... moved again.
[ He pans the camera down the road one direction and then the other. Some might recognize it as Route 32. He's about two or three days out from Violet City, in fact. ]
This time, the young master seems not to have come along. I can't be at all certain if he stayed where we were before - Ecruteak City, we eventually found out - or if he's gone somewhere else, himself.
I suppose, however, that before I can do a thing about that... I have to do something about this.
[ The dogs come back into view, all of them jumping and baying at the base of the tree. Let's just hope they don't decide to burn it down. ]