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//text

Envy, Tulio, Miguel, Rangiku Matsumoto, France, China, England, Cooper.

Toushirou Hitsugaya, Marona, Souji Seta, Minato Arisato, Crow Hogan, Heather Mason, Yosuke Hanahjdvsfgkrdb;'lnhuioxfg

{Some may be surprised by this text popping up on their 'Gears. Others, curious.}

{And then the feed changes abruptly to Video}

-ssandra! Don't do that, and oh dear. {That voice... it may sound quite familiar to some. At first, the only thing visible in the feed is a rather disorientated Natu, but fingers soon grasp and right the 'Gear again, and Nanao's face comes into view. She chuckles in a long-suffering fashion when she sees that it's recording.}

Drat. And here I was hoping that Johto would have ignored - or at least, lessened - my bad luck with this place. It would have been a kindness... {She trails off, and her expression changes to one more thoughtful. Those who knew her before might be able to notice that she looks a little older, perhaps a little careworn. It isn't a big change, but it's there all the same.} ...then again, I suppose returning here is a kindness in and of itself.

{And the Natu, which has slowly been regaining her sense of balance, attempts to hop up her sleeve and onto her shoulder! .....and fails miserably, falling and knocking the 'Gear out of Nanao's hands in the process, ending the feed.}

//action

{Nanao can be found wandering around New Bark Town, and chances are, she'll probably approach your character if they look particularly lost!}

//text, locked to the nations, envy, cooper, miguel & tulio, and the shinigami.

Holland has gone home. Bel's with me.

//audio, open

{There's a lilting female voice on your 'Gear, and she has a question for you all. Can you solve it?}

Three lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin.
Light enough to caress the sky.
Hard enough to crack rocks.
Now, who am I?

//action - Solas Fide Bungalow

( cut for prose )

//text - locked to ~~half of Johto~~ France, Ken Hidaka, Souji, Yosuke, Rise, Atsuro, Envy, Tulio, Marona, Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, Byakuya, Otacon, Miguel, Shelly de Killer, Crow, Kaito, Gaga, Professor Layton, England, Cruz, and Cooper

So. It seems I can walk again. {Yep. Short, sweet, and to the point.}

//video/action

{When the feed clicks on, a few final-sounding notes of piano music rise up into the air, and we have a lovely view of... the carpet?!}

It is a beautiful piano, but...

-You cannot afford it, right?- {Nanao laughs mournfully, and the picture moves from staring at the carpet to one that shows Goldenrod's small but well-stocked music store. The salesman is leaning on a beautiful grand piano, on whose keys Nanao's gloved fingers still rest.}

You have that right. Apart from the price, I'm pretty sure that it would take up most of the space in the room I intend to put it in. {Reverently, she runs her fingers over the top of it, and sighs.} I don't suppose you have an upright, do you?

-You're in luck. We've just received one from Kanto, actually. Would you like to try it out?- {She nods, and he gestures over, the camera following the movement to reveal... a humble-looking polished wood upright piano. Nanao's voice sounds from out of frame.}

May I? {The salesman must have nodded, because she makes a delighted noise, and wheels over, carefully negotiating her way through the close-stacked piles of sheet music and recorders. She lifts the lid, and looks over her shoulder one last time, before she sets her fingers to the keys and begins to play. Tentative at first, she exhales and starts to lose herself in the music. There's no known notes to guide her, no carefully annotated sheet music, just herself and the piano and her memories.}

{The sheer sound cascades from her fingers out into the store, filling it with melody and joy and melancholy all at once, and it seems to be over all too soon, and she's left leaning over the keys, the last remnants of the sound fading slowly into the air, and she smiles.}

I'll take it.

//text, private to Hitsugaya Toushirou

I know Hyourinmaru vanished when Hinamori-san vanished, but Shiryuu needs a better trainer than I - and she's much calmer than Golduck-san.

{ooc: Feel free to bump into Nanao if you're in and around Goldenrod! You might even see her trundling through the streets of Goldenrod with a piano hovering behind her. There's an Alakazam sitting on top of the piano, which may or may not explain things.}

//video/action

( Cut for dialogue and wheelchairs. )

//mass text

If you are in the vicinity of Goldenrod, and have a few spare hours on hand, would you mind terribly if you came and gave me a hand in cleaning up my house? Many hands make light work, after all. Also: I'm looking for housemates. The repayments on the bungalow aren't bad, but I can't work at the moment, and I'd like the company.

{ooc: This is a call for housemates! Male or female doesn't matter, but they must be staying in Goldenrod for at least a month. Board is P200 a week, and since Nanao is stuck in a wheelchair, someone who can cook would be good. |D}

{I'll be putting up a header in the comments for action cleaning - threadjacking is encouraged! Thank you for your attention~}

Current Location: Solas Fide Bungalow

//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!}}

( 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!}

If one were out and about in Goldenrod tonight, and looking for a bar, one might just wander into the Golden Charmander, conveniently located one block north of the Hotel and three blocks west of the Pokemon Centre. And one would see a woman with long black hair seated at the bar, nursing a glass of scotch.

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( Cut for art )

If one then decided to approach this woman, you might hear her talking to herself. "Congratulations, Ise. You've managed to survive four entire months in Johto, to this very day. Happy anniversary."

//text, to entire network

How long have you people been here?

Current Location: Golden Charmander

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?

{{please ignore location!fail}}

Current Location: Violet City

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.

Current Location: Cherrygrove Beach

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Eight Birds of Paradise Singing

1st book; damn psychics {Text/Video/Action for New Bark}

38th form; locked text and open audio

thirty-first form; stepping back into stride {private text/action for housemates}

thirtieth form; quiet talents reveal themselves (video/action for goldenrod/text)

twenty-eighth form; going home {video/action for goldenrod}

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

seventeenth form; breaking the law for a just cause {Action/Video/Text}

twelth form; looking sharp {text/action for goldenrod} {25/03}

fifth form; video/text/action for Violet City - 20/1

fouth form; accidental video + deliberate text {9/1/2011}

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