Eight Birds of Paradise Singing

//TEXT, no filter

Natu and Skarmory eggs for sale. Four of Natu, four of Skarmory. Natu egg moves include Return and Steel Wing, Skarmory egg moves include Return and Fly. Both will take roughly nine days to hatch. Price on advance.

{Because it had to happen sooner or later. There isn't a Pokedaycare post up yet, that will go up in a while. Sherlock Holmes is also advised not to bother asking.}

//VIDEO, no filter, accidental

{Ah, what a lovely day it is just south of Violet! The breeze is blowing, the grass is rustling... And a herd of very ANGRY Mareep are staring down one very scared Natu. It is actually possible to hear the electricity crackling off them. Also visible in shot is Nanao, who seems to have just realised that three-quarters of her current team is weak to Electric-types.}

{That and she is going to have to make a heroic sacrifice if she doesn't want her tiny tennisball bird to become crispy fried. Guess which choice she makes.}

{There's a crackle of thunder and lightning, the bird goes flying in one direction (knocked out, but only partially crispy), and Nanao gets to experience what it's like when you're hit by ten Thunder Waves at once.}

{...someone might want to go help her.}

//AUDIO, six hours later, filtered to the Shinigami, Envy, Miguel, Tulio, Souji, Crow, Heather.

{She sounds hoarse and horrible. But at least she's speaking! ...or mumbling. Hooray for paralysis?} I think I'm going to leave Violet fairly soon. Got the badge and everything. Big city lights callin' my name an' everythin'.

...don' ever get paralysed. Sucks.

{OOC: The badge was mod approved!}

 {When the feed clicks on, it's obviously been done by accident, as the first thing you'll see is a shot of Nanao's face - but she has a thick strip of cloth across her eyes as a blindfold, and she's talking to herself.}

Well, at least the nausea's gone. And the headache's receded to a tolerable level. And I can mostly remember things. {She grimaces.} It's a pity my balance is still off, but at least that's not as bad as the light sensitivity. I really don't like that.

{She shifts about, and cocks her head to the side, listening to the sounds of the crowded streets, and she frowns a little.} I wonder what's going on... Well, no better time to ask.

Excuse me! {She calls out into the street, and miraculously, some poor man with blonde hair and a lovely purple yukata responds. Those who've faced the Ecruteak Gym might know him - it's the gym leader, Morty.}