Eight Birds of Paradise Singing

{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:}

 //action a - streets of Goldenrod
{If you're out and about in the lovely sunshine-filled streets of Goldenrod today (and why wouldn't you be?), you'll probably hear before you see an argument between one wheelchair-bound Ise Nanao, and her Alakazam.}
No, Kiyone, the fabric shop is that way, and the paper shop is that way. 
Ala! Kazam ka alakazam!
I think I trust Kanji-san's directions - he's been there before, and you haven't!
Al. A. Ka. Zam.
No, you're wrong! H-hey, put me down! I'll have Shuuhei bite your ankles again!
{Kiyone's apparently given up on using words to win this fight, and has simply started levitating her and her wheelchair, and is marching off in a random direction just to spite her. You can a) laugh, b) stare, c) jam it in (why would you though) or d) try to help.}

//action b - Goldenrod Pokemon Centre
{Doop doop, doing the check-up thing, and checking the PC and- Wait. What was that.}
No. No way. I don't-

No.

//video, action for housemates.
{When the feed clicks on, Nanao, while still seated in her wheelchair, looks a lot less happy than she should be. A rather confused Mareep is curled at her feet.}

It seems that Edward Elric and Hawkeye have gone home, since I have recieved their Pokemon. {She breathes out slowly.} However, this leaves me with a real problem. I have a few too many Pokemon, and after talking it over with them, I am prepared to give away some of them. 

Hitsugaya-san, I have already sent you your Golduck, but if anyone else would like to discuss with me the Pokemon you would like, please reply to this video. {She nods, and the video cuts out.}

{OOC: Right! The Pokemon that are up for offer are: a level 49 Venusaur, a level 15 Lapras, and a level 17 Ralts (that wants to evolve into a Gardevoir, not a Gallade.). Casanova the Ditto will be handed over to Souji's Breeding Extravaganza if no one wants it. Also, the call for housemates is still open! Nanao's house is a charming bungalow with clear views out to the sea on the southern outskirts of Goldenrod. Rent is P200 a month, and they're pretty much allowed to stay for as long as they want provided they help with the household things every now and again.}

When the video clicks on, it shows Nanao completely dressed in her alternate outfit down by Cherrygrove Beach, holding a wet Pokeball in her hand. It's rather obvious that she doesn't know she's being filmed, as she starts speaking.

"I didn't know that I'd missed Christmas, nor that I would miss New Years, due to a certain... encounter." She moves forward, geta making marks in the wet sand. A quiet "Sennn...." comes from behind the camera, belying the camera-mon to be Hanatarou. She speaks again quickly, without looking back.

"No, I don't hold you responsible, Hana, how could I? If there's anyone here who could understand the trials of winter, it would be us Shinigami. How could I not remember those terrible famines - the suffering, the pain..." She looks out at the moon making patterns across the restless ocean, and it in return glinted off her glasses, softening usually harsh features.

"Did you know I'd agreed to spend the holidays not working? It's bizarre, but he wore me down, kept asking and asking.... I suppose it was when he finally sat down and did his section of the budget without any prompting that I gave up. He's persistent like that, I guess."

"Braaaa. Abra, ba ra." Kiyone walks up next to her, and placing his paw in her hand, leans his head against her leg. Her free hand reaches around and scrathes behind an ear as she continues.

"You're right, of course. It's a little sad to give in for that reason, but you haven't known the man for as long as I have. His determination is second only to his age... of which he doesn't look." She pulls out the Pokeball from her obi, and gazes at it pensively, before bringing up to her lips and brushing it with the lightest of kisses.

"I'll call you Shunsui... in his memory." Isane floats up next to her, and Hantarou too decides to scarper up next to her. Their unvoiced message is clear: you have us, and we'll never abandon you. We'd follow you to the ends of the route and beyond, we'd do anything for you. We love you, just as much as he said he did. She kneels, and they cluster in. The feed times out to a view of a single tear rolling down her face.


Later, a text:

//TO HICCUP AND TOOTHLESS;

If you swing by the beach tomorrow, I'll gladly start to teach Toothless how to speak.