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{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!}}

( Action for Room 304 )

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{There’s a deep, pained-sounding groan coming from somewhere to the left of the ‘Gear, and the sound of shifting sheets.}

wh-where am I.... s’too bright... {A whimper, more rustling sounds, and then a yelp, and a thud.}

O-owwwww.... {There’s a sob, and then the camera finally moves, and Nanao comes into view, far too pale, wrapped in bedsheets, and with bandages wrapped around her head.}

I - I feel sick...

{OOC: Nanao is awake! But she’s also suffering the side effects of a severe concussion, so any ‘Gear replies will be rather nonsensical. She’s in a room at the Ecruteak Inn, so if you’re in the building, feel free to have your characters drop by.}

Current Mood: Concussed
Current Location: Ecruteak Inn

{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.}

The 'Gear clicks on to what is becoming an alarmingly regular sight - that of Ise Nanao being set upon by hordes of Pokemon. However, this time instead of Sentrets or Weedle or Bellsprouts or those goddamned Zubats, a collection of Jigglypuff were eagerly watching every move she made.

"You have got to be kidding me." A flash of light, and then a rather large Poliwag with a crown-shaped rock perched jauntily bounced out onto the snow. Nanao gestured at the pink fluffballs, and Sentarou sprang into action. Hanatarou slapped down any that got too close, and kept a wary eye on her far too pale trainer.

"Go for it, Sentarou! Use Body Slam!" She may look a few steps from unconsciousness, but Ise was stronger than that - she had to be. Her hand went to her belt, to a strange new ball. Bare fingers stroked over the smooth surface in thought, but eventually decided against it, as Jyuushirou, Kiyone and Sentarou systematically reduced the numbers of the Jigglypuff away down to nought.

"Maybe next time, Byakuya..." She started forward again, eccentric mix of clothes fluttering in the faint persistent breeze, returning her other Pokemon to their balls. "Good job, guys, you've clearly learnt a lot." Soon, she stood there by herself, a lone, swaying figure in a wintry landscape. She kept speaking as she moved forward, addressing the 'Gear.

"Apologies, everyone, for having been out of touch. I have been... busy traveling and training, and it seems to have finally paid off. France, I should be in Goldenrod in a bit more than five days, if my past travel times are any indication. And Captain, yes, I am fine." She looks off towards the sea, and even when she looks back, her gaze is distant, as if she's seeing things that aren't quite there.

"I have one question: Has anyone else dreamt that they've been home when they've gone to sleep?"

Current Location: Just outside Ilex Forest

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}}

Current Mood: numb
Current Location: Route 32 Pkmn Centre

It was late afternoon, and the light was beginning to fade, shadows lengthening and Hoothoots began to chime the hour, and Ise Nanao could see the lights of Cherrygrove.

( Cut to save your f'lists from the HORROR OF THE ATTACK OF THE KILLER SENTRETS. )

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Location: Cherrygrove GET. :|

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Eight Birds of Paradise Singing

twenty-sixth form; fighting blind {video/text} (dated to 16th Jul)

twenty-fourth form; waking up sore {Accidental Video/Action for Ecruteak Inn}

sixteenth form; worst mother's day ever {Video/Action} (F/D to 7th May)

seventh form; video/action for route 34 {backdated to 26/02}

sixth form; video/action for Route 32 Pokemon Centre {8/02/2011}

third form; ATTACK OF THE SENTRETS {New Year's Eve} - video/action for cherrygrove

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