bamfsecretary: (☆ ♠ haters don't like we got the spotlit)
{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:}
bamfsecretary: (☆ ☼ and rene decartes was a drunken fart)
//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!}
bamfsecretary: (☆ ☂ saying turn it down!)
Where on earth have I ended up this time? {Have one rather annoyed Shinigami staring at her surroudings of rock and snow in bewilderment.} I had completely forgotten about this... glitch, for want of a better word.

Glitch? 
Where in God's good name am I?

{She freezes, and slowly turns to look behind herself. There's a small girl with black hair, and oversized glasses, and a woman dressed in Victorian clothes, who looks to be close to Nanao's height. Actually, she's exactly Nanao's height.}

No... This can't be - how is this happening?!

E-excuse me, Miss Vicecaptain, but where are we?
And who are you, anyway?

{She blanches, and stumbles back a few steps. When she speaks, her voice is weak, and trembling.} Y-you're in Johto. And... you're both me.

{OOC: Yes I am indeed aware that this post is the latest of the late, but the idea wouldn't leave me. In case you were wondering, the girl and the woman are Nanao as a child Shinigami and her human self, respectively.}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (Default)
 //video

{To anyone who's paying attention, it will immediately apparent that something is very much not right with this feed. For one, the 'Gear is at a weird angle, and it seems to be resting in a tuft of grass.}

Shinrai? Where are you - I can't see - Shinrai! {Two, Nanao is in the centre of a clearing, surrounded on all sides by forest. Her eyes are still blindfolded, and she's turning about, hands clenched white-knuckle tight around her staff.}

Shinrai!! {Three, her Riolu is nowhere near her - in fact, he seems to be somewhere to the right, out of sight of the camera - and by the noises he's making, something is very much not well. And then he falls silent suddenly, almost as if something had scared him silent. Slowly, Nanao rotates around, until she's facing in roughly his direction - the camera's direction. It's far too silent - and then there's a faint rustle, and a quiet thud, and she snaps her head over to the left of the screen.}
 
{Something's there with them. Three guesses as to whether or not it's friendly, and the first two don't count.}
 
{And then Nanao does the worst thing possible, and opens her mouth.}
 
. . . who's there?
 
{There's a hiss, low and predatory, and Shinrai starts shrieking in fear, in a tone that obviously triggers some flood of adrenaline within her because she takes two steps forward, but, unfortunately, so does the thing off to the left side of the camera, and it stalks towards the literally helpless Riolu, heavy footsteps thudding over the speakers of the 'Gear}
 
SHINRAI!! {He's screaming now, and large green feet tipped with wicked looking spikes tread right in front of the camera. They pause, and they shift weight, one moving past the camera, as if whatever the creature is was raising an arm up high - before it comes thudding down, and the terrified screams of the baby Riolu cut off with a horrid, fleshy wet thump.}
 
N-no.... {The foot pivots again, and whatever just... attacked Shinrai is now facing Nanao. Her face is white, and her jaws slack in shock - to her ears, it must sound like someone - or something - has just murdered her Riolu.} No.
 
{And you know what they say. Don't get mad, get even. Her face twists into a snarl - and she snarls, bestial.}
 
You son OF A WHORE! {Adrenaline and rage-filled, she moves into a fighting stance, shifting her grip on her staff.}
 
Fight me{And the creature hisses satisfactorily, and moves forward, exposing more and more of a dull green carapace, segmented armour, and twin wicked scythes with every step. There seems to be something dark and wet on one of the scythes - and as the Scyther moves out of the shadows and into the summer sun, a fat droplet of dark red blood rolls down the edge and plops wetly onto the grass.}
 
{In a blur of motion, it moves, streaking in, blood-wet scythe raised high, expecting to end this with a single stroke. What it doesn't expect is for her to raise the staff, blocking the diagonal cut, or then to parry it - breaking open it's defense, and then to deal it a blow to the thorax, sending it stumbling back.}
 
{It sways, stunned, for a few moments, and Nanao brings the staff up back into a guard stance. This bug is about to learn the hard way as to why you just do not fuck with a Shinigami's family.}
 
{The Scyther shakes it's head, and screams in rage, a rasping sound like a burnt Meowth being dragged over broken glass and rusty nails, and then the dance is on. It is quicker than her, and taller and heavier (but that isn't hard, she weighs just over one hundred pounds soaking wet), but Nanao hasn't survived a hundred years as a Shinigami for nothing, and gives as good as she gets, redirecting and dodging them where she can, outright blocking them if she can't - all with a look of ferocious concentration on her face, because she still has to do this blind.}
 
{No matter how hard it tries, it simply cannot find an opening - the long, strong staff is always in the way. Had Nanao been using her customary wakizashi, there is no doubt that she wouldn't have been able to block two of the slashing attacks, let alone all of them. Frustrated, the Scyther leaps back, and raises both scythes above it's head - Nanao backpedals, sensing something is happening, but she isn't fast enough, and when it brings the scythes hurtling down, she's pulled forward by the irresistable force of Vacuum Wave, feet dragging, tripping over the ground, right into the reach of those deadly weapons.}
 
{She scrambles to try and get back up, but she only gets as far as one knee before one scythe rakes upward across her stomach, and crimson blood rolls out of the wound. She lets out a choked scream, and the second strike bisects the staff, sending part of it flying into the air as the scythes buries itself deep into her shoulder - }
 
{And then the piece of staff connects with the 'Gear, and transmission ceases}
 
//text, about five hours later
 
Can someone please come and pick me up from the Goldenrod Pokemon Centre? I can't get home by myself.

{{ooc: You cannot help Nanao at the National Park! She's in the middle of the Bug Catching Competition, and wandered off into the forest. Hey. Seeing-Eye Riolu aren't always really reliable, don't blame Shinrai. She will, however be chilling in the foyer of the Goldenrod PKMN Centre, if you want face-to-face interactions. Other than that, video and text replies will come after he text is sent out!}}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (This is my work faise)
Cut for teal deers and (illegal) shenanigans )

//video, accidental.

{There's a jumble of sound and light, and the rather distinctive roar of the Kangaskhan Police.} Damnit, I didn't think they'd be here this fast!

{More dull thuds happen, and several shouted commands, before a huge billowing smoke cloud erupts from the upper right corner of the 'Gear, and slowly spreads across the screen.} Good boy, Renji! Let's go.

{The sound of the Kangaskhan Police soon fades, and then there's only the sound of running feet, and the feed times out to the view of a pair of trainer-clad feet, a tail tipped with flame, and the undulating frame of a Furret.}

//text, open.

I seem to be on the run from the law. How long before they stop looking for me?

{Nanao has rather obviously broken the law, and is running south to Ilex Forest to avoid the long paw of the Kangaskhan Police. Feel free to tag all over this - if they saw her running through Goldenrod, running towards Ilex, were at the Pokemon Centre etc. Also mod-approved!}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (sadfais)
{It's early evening, and at Ise's house, they're eating dinner. On the floor, because Nanao has no furniture yet. On the plus side, from what can be seen of the house, it seems that renovations have finally been completed, as the walls have been repainted, and the bare wooden boards have been scoured clean. Nanao (who is dressed in her nurse's outfit) waves briefly at the camera, before going back to her soup.}

Hello, Johto. It's been a while, and, as you can see, I've finally finished overhauling the house. It was a long job, but I'm glad I finished before summer hit, if what you all told me about the seasons was accurate. {She gestures to something with the spoon, and the camera swivels around to find an egg in what looks to be a cradle with eyes, with a grumpy-looking Charmeleon sitting beside it, warming the egg with it's tail flame.}

And I have acquired yet another egg. Hopefully this will be the last one for a while, as I really need to start focusing on raising them all. You, ah, may have seen me wandering about, looking pregnant - that was because I was carrying this egg around. {She frowns, briefly, before going back to the soup.} Does anyone else have an egg from Easter that hasn't hatched yet? It's been nearly two weeks, and I'm a little concerned about the Pokemon inside.

I'm taking it in with me to work this evening, but I'm not - wait. {That may have been something like a crack. Everyone moves in, and the cradle transforms back into a Ditto, and it stares curiously at the egg. There's silence for a little while, but the egg has fallen silent again.} That's the fifth or sixth time that it's done that, and I don't know why.

{She reaches out a hand, and gently lays it on the egg, and the shell seems to crumble beneath her touch, and suddenly, in a wash of amniotic fluid, the tiny and far too still form of a Riolu appears.} No...

{The camera blurs, and for a few minutes, only garbled pictures and sound comes through - running feet, the calls of Pokemon, the sudden shift from light to dark to almost-strobing light, and the change in the BGM to the rather familiar tune of the Pokemon Center. When it stabilises, Nanao is slumped on a chair in the staff break room, head in hands.}

I should have known something was wrong - why am I even allowed to do this? He could be dead, and it would be fault..!

{The camera switches off, but not before it catches the sight of Casanova the Ditto transforming into something that looks distinctly human.}

{ooc: She's in the Goldenrod PKMN Center - feel free to run into her, because she really, really needs a hug now.}

bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (Default)
{Heavy breathing, and then Nanao's voice comes on over the 'Gear} Thank the heavens, I'm finally nearly damned there.

{Loudly} France, Envy, I'm pretty close to Goldenrod's southern bord - huh? {Nanao's tone changes from wearily joyous to really confused}

Taichou? What are you - noooooooo... Soutaichou-dono? - what's going on ghhk.

{Choking sounds, and a muffled thud. There's a clatter, and the 'Gear suddenly switches from voice to video. It's not a pretty sight. Nanao's on her knees, clawing at her throat, gasping for air - she can't breath all of a sudden.

She's going blue from lack of oxygen, and falls forward, hand scrabbling desperately towards the 'Gear, and she chokes out one final word before going under.}


Help...


{{For those who are completely confused, Nanao's heading into her canon update coma. This is what's she's heading back into, which is also why she can't breath. She'll be out for around a week, whilst her memories skip forward several months, until the very beginning of the Winter War Arc. Specifically, about a week before Hitsugaya, Matsumoto & co head off to the Living World to keep an eye on Karakura.}}

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