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bamfsecretary) wrote2012-05-10 12:16 pm
bamfsecretary) wrote2012-05-10 12:16 pm
Entry tags:
- !action,
- !video,
- ;n;,
- ah help,
- asdfghjk,
- being a shinigami is suffering,
- beside the seaside,
- can't swim,
- crying quietly on the inside,
- dame in distress,
- everything is horrible,
- fml,
- god help her,
- goldenrod,
- holy shit what omg,
- i am in a wheelchair and what is this,
- johto hates her guts,
- nothing is beautiful,
- please send help,
- wheelchairstuck forever
6th book; up a creek without a boat or paddle {video/action} (dated to the 10th)
{So, how bout those hideous weather conditions? Pretty bad time to be at the beach, don't you think?}
{Isn't it a pity that Nanao's house is literally just next to the beach... And the feed shows her staring despondently at the waves lapping at the top of the hastily-erected sandbag wall in front of her porch. A baby Absol is curled on her lap, whimpering unhappily.}
I suppose that even I know when it is more prudent to retreat than to keep fighting.
{Wheeling back inside, it seems that most of the movable furniture has been taken upstairs, but the upright piano sits defiantly in the middle of a bare room. Too big to be taken upstairs, and too unwieldy to really be moved, there is little chance of it surviving the flood. The light flickers overhead.}
I would really appreciate a hand in leaving, given that I'm stuck in a wheelchair, and my lone Water-type is too young-- {A massive crash of lightning rattles the windows, and the light finally gives up the ghost and dies, leaving the room dark.} ...well.
Help would be wonderful, the sooner the better.
{OOC: She'll be replying to video tags ICly an hour later, but action tags would be absolutely fabulous c:}
{Isn't it a pity that Nanao's house is literally just next to the beach... And the feed shows her staring despondently at the waves lapping at the top of the hastily-erected sandbag wall in front of her porch. A baby Absol is curled on her lap, whimpering unhappily.}
I suppose that even I know when it is more prudent to retreat than to keep fighting.
{Wheeling back inside, it seems that most of the movable furniture has been taken upstairs, but the upright piano sits defiantly in the middle of a bare room. Too big to be taken upstairs, and too unwieldy to really be moved, there is little chance of it surviving the flood. The light flickers overhead.}
I would really appreciate a hand in leaving, given that I'm stuck in a wheelchair, and my lone Water-type is too young-- {A massive crash of lightning rattles the windows, and the light finally gives up the ghost and dies, leaving the room dark.} ...well.
Help would be wonderful, the sooner the better.
{OOC: She'll be replying to video tags ICly an hour later, but action tags would be absolutely fabulous c:}
[action]
[Ah, the Pokemon at her side.]
[Raikou cocks its head to the side, peering at the woman and her cowering Pokemon for a moment or so. It would be incorrect to say that Pokemon faces are not expressive-- but Raikou is a creature so old and primal that there is very little expression on its face to read apart from a cold, feral calculating look. Whatever is going on inside its head is impenetrable from behind those gleaming eyes.]
[action]
{It reminds her a little of a Zanpakutou spirit; that weaponised extension of a Shinigami's soul. Certainly, the literal aura of energy surrounding it was familiar - even without her ability to sense the strength of it, it quite literally took her breath away.}
{Legendaries are called that for a reason, she supposes.}
[action]
[Well, one thing was for certain.]
[If this human cared about Pokemon, it likely was not the one who was keeping the blue brother locked away.]
[Without so much as a flip of its puffy tail, Raikou turned abruptly away from the window and trotted lightly off across the floodwaters, leaving a few crackles of static electricity and trails of Legendary Snot on the window in its wake.]