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{When the feed clicks on, there's a Togepi peering curiously at the screen. She trills, and picks it up awkwardly, giving the network a lovely view of Nanao's bare feet and ankles, which grow steadily larger as the little egg Pokemon toddles unsteadily towards her.} 

Love, Kanra - I wonder what that's all about... Oh, hello there. {And suddenly we're flying through the aiiiir~ but not really, as Nanao gently sets the Togepi next to her on the piano stool. The 'Gear gets unceremoniously dropped, and the view changes to one through the open back door, where a Houndour is making a concerted effort to try to attack a laughing Alakazam, who is simply avoiding every single attack with ease.}

Yes, yes, I missed you too, Miki. {The Togepi squeaks happily, and Nanao laughs a little - and outside the noises of battling cease for a moment, as the Houndour starts to glow.} Huh?

{The Houndour grows bigger and bigger... and bigger still, until it finally stops, and the Pokedex goes 'ding', announcing the fact that 'your Shuuhei has evolved into a Houndoom'. But Nanao ignores that, and accidentally leans against some of the keys of the piano as she turns around properly to see out the door.}

. . . My dog has turned into a horse. I can't believe it. {Her Houndoom looks to be just as surprised, as he looks himself over in a state of shock, before something seems to click inside his brain, and he turns to face the Alakazam, who is simply standing there.}

{And then the giant canine leaps for the fox-like psychic, and Kiyone can't move fast enough to get away. There's a few moments of slack-jawed silence from Nanao, before she mutters something along the lines of "I can't believe I'm going to do this." and a familiar sounding piano tune starts up.}

{This is a wacky chase scene accompanied by the Benny Hill theme on the piano, Johto. You're welcome.}

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 //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.}
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I, ah, seem to have two new additions to my team. {Nanao steps away from the camera to show an unruffled Golduck and an unhappy-looking Happiny.}  The Golduck came from Hitsugaya-taichou, but I'm not quite sure who the Happiny's mother used to be.

{At the mention of 'mother', the little Happiny wibbles, and bursts into tears} Oh, no, little one, please don't cry - it'll be okay, I promise. Shh, shh, come on now... {She sits down and gathers the little 'Mon into her arms} So if anyone could tell me who her mother was, I'd be very grateful.

...Do you want me to sing for you? {She nods, and Nanao gently brushes away a tear, before drawing breath}

"I've heard it said/That people come into our live/For a reason..."


{And the feed times out to Nanao sitting on the sidewalk, Happiny cradled in her lap, singing 'For Good' to the little 'Mon. Feel free to interact etc}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (Default)
The camera clicks on to a view of Nanao in a rather different outfit to before - instead of the kimono or black shihakushou, she's wearing green tracksuit pants, and a navy vest. She's also leaning over a bed, and her back obscures whatever is resting on it.

"Shh, shh, you'll be alright." She sounds exhausted, and her trousers are damp and dirty. The camera moves, going around to the other side of the bed.

Curled up on what looks to be Nanao's jacket with a miniature oxygen mask on it's small snout and an IV line is the tiniest Charmander you've ever seen. Breath rattles unsteadily in and out of it's chest, and the tail flame, which should be bright and orangey-red is instead a mere flicker of what it should be. Nanao brushes a single finger over it's head lovingly, slowly.

"Skaaa..." The sound comes from a small Skarmory, perched up on the pillow. Nanao turns to look at it, and gives it a gentle pat. Her face has a few smears of mud on it, and some suspicious tracks that might have been made by tears.

"I know, Jyuu. All we can do now is hope that Renji is strong enough to pull through this." Her voice cracks, and she bites her lip, eyes glimmering overbright behind her glasses. Behind the camera, there comes a deep "Kadaaa", and a large three fingered hand reaches across the bed to squeeze Nanao's shoulder. Her own hand reaches up to squeeze it, and the feed times out to the view of Nanao's Pokemon clustering close around her.



{{OOC: My apologies for being kind of dead, but time's getting kind of difficult to manage at the moment}}
bamfsecretary: "Nemo" by Nightwish (Default)
Nanao stood by the entrance to Sprout tower, breath steaming in the crisp air. Violet City was certainly more... traditional than Newbark and Cherrygrove in some ways, and so Nanao didn't feel too out of place, dressed as she was in her kimono. She'd been wearing it more than her shihakushou, that was true, but that was mainly because the linen shihakusou was simply not warm enough in this cold climate, whereas the multiple layers of the kimono were more than adequate to deal with the cold.

Sentarou peeked out from between the flaps of her haori, cradled against her trainer's chest, the little tadpole preferring to stay where it was warm, and squeaked, just loudly enough to get Nanao's attention. From where they were, they could see all of Violet City, from the gym, all the way down past the Pokemon Centre and on to the Inn - and it was a captivating view.

"Yes, yes, I know." Nanao could even see the pond where Hitsugaya-taichou had been unceremoniously nearly drowned by his evolving Golduck - and therein lay the problem. For some reason, she could not gather up the courage to walk down the hill, and meet her fellow Shinigami; for what reason, she didn't know, but it was the reason that she had taken up residence in the spartan environ of Sprout Tower, and had avoided all forms of contact for the last two days.

Now, though, it was time to break that fear, and march down there. She took in a deep, steadying breath, and set off.

"Here goes nothing." "Polii!"

Later;
Text; to ENTIRE NETWORK
// What's a good flying type?


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