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010 Bushels ❦ [Video/Action for New Bark Town]
[Good evening, residents of Johto. I hope you're a fan of loud sounds! The 'Gear feed opens to the sound of a loud crack of a backpack hitting a tree, before splashing down into a pile of snow.]
You ate all my food, you good-for-nothing thief! [A young woman's voice yells out in a heavy southern drawl. The target of her frustration wanders into view: a Munchlax, who takes the opportunity to rummage through her backpack for any morsel he might have left behind in his last raid. His eyes grow wide at the sight of the pokegear. It's so shiny and red, like a big yummy apple.
...And then anyone watching gets to find out what the inside of a Munchlax's mouth looks like.]
Gimme that! That ain't for eatin'!
[A woman's hand rips the 'Gear from the pokemon's mouth, the force causing her to topple backwards into the snow. She appears to be in her early twenties, her face dotted with freckles and framed with golden-blonde hair tied into a ponytail near the bottom. Wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans and an orange button-down, she doesn't exactly look properly dressed for the weather. She shifts awkwardly in the snow, fumbling with the 'Gear.]
Darn these wiggly things, an' this weird body. [She snorts in frustration, before giving up and using her mouth to turn off the feed.]
You ate all my food, you good-for-nothing thief! [A young woman's voice yells out in a heavy southern drawl. The target of her frustration wanders into view: a Munchlax, who takes the opportunity to rummage through her backpack for any morsel he might have left behind in his last raid. His eyes grow wide at the sight of the pokegear. It's so shiny and red, like a big yummy apple.
...And then anyone watching gets to find out what the inside of a Munchlax's mouth looks like.]
Gimme that! That ain't for eatin'!
[A woman's hand rips the 'Gear from the pokemon's mouth, the force causing her to topple backwards into the snow. She appears to be in her early twenties, her face dotted with freckles and framed with golden-blonde hair tied into a ponytail near the bottom. Wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans and an orange button-down, she doesn't exactly look properly dressed for the weather. She shifts awkwardly in the snow, fumbling with the 'Gear.]
Darn these wiggly things, an' this weird body. [She snorts in frustration, before giving up and using her mouth to turn off the feed.]
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[Dumb Munchlax.]
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But you have pants right?
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*Imogen will hold up one of her Pokeballs.*
Looks like this, you should have one on your belt for your friend there. And a bunch of empty ones in your bag.
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[She rummages around a bit, eventually producing one from her belt.]
Like this?
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Cause the Pokemon that you meet in the wild? Not your friend, yet, you'll need your guy to fend them off. But you're out of food for them to try and eat!
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I reckon I don't have to think it's food for him to.
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It might be better to keep him in his ball when possible. Especially till you get a proper friendship going.