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★002 | VIDEO | VIOLET CITY
Jul. 25th, 2015 09:08 pm[The video that shows up on the 'gear doesn't show much of anything at first. Just a normal room by the look of things, although at an angle that's rather low. Anyone with a good eye might be able to tell that this is actually one of the inn rooms over at Violet City. But, you know, details.
There's a few grumbles coming from the background as whoever is holding the gear begins to walk over to the room's closet area. There is no longer any doubt, this recording is on purpose and whoever is shooting this little homemade video WANTS people to see this. And it's...
...just Teddie, sleeping in the closet. By the look of things, he's gathered up the blankets and a few pillows from off the bed and made a little den for himself. Curled up with him is his cubchoo, of course, as well as an adorable teddiursa. It's pretty much a bear cuddle pile going on here, but why the need to record it? Soon enough, the mysterious video shooter makes herself known as she takes the gear and turns it on herself. It's Teddie's pancham, who looks none too pleased. She stares directly into the feed, shaking her head in a manner that reads "Can you believe this shit?"
Well, not wasting anymore time, she turns the feed back onto her trainer and proceeds to do the only reasonable thing she can think of. She begins to pelt him with the remaining pillows.]
GAAAAH!! NO, STOP!!
[Obviously started, Teddie bolts up and begins to scramble out of the closet on all fours, his cubchoo following suit. It's only his teddiursa who doesn't react immediately, smacking her lips and rubbing her eyes as she sleepily watches her trainer get chased by a small pancham in their tiny inn room. By now, said pancham has left the pokegear on the floor as she's taken up the full time job of chasing her supposed "trainer." Only quick glances of her, Teddie, and his equally panicked starter can be seen running back and forth as pillows fly across the room, cries for help echoing throughout the place.
This gives ample time for the teddiursa to lazily pick up the gear herself, stare into it like nothing's wrong, and give a friendly wave to what she can only assume is an audience. She then begins to turn it off, but not before Teddie's voice can be heard, shouting something along the lines of "NO, NOT THE LAMP!"
Well...hopefully no one else was trying to sleep.]
There's a few grumbles coming from the background as whoever is holding the gear begins to walk over to the room's closet area. There is no longer any doubt, this recording is on purpose and whoever is shooting this little homemade video WANTS people to see this. And it's...
...just Teddie, sleeping in the closet. By the look of things, he's gathered up the blankets and a few pillows from off the bed and made a little den for himself. Curled up with him is his cubchoo, of course, as well as an adorable teddiursa. It's pretty much a bear cuddle pile going on here, but why the need to record it? Soon enough, the mysterious video shooter makes herself known as she takes the gear and turns it on herself. It's Teddie's pancham, who looks none too pleased. She stares directly into the feed, shaking her head in a manner that reads "Can you believe this shit?"
Well, not wasting anymore time, she turns the feed back onto her trainer and proceeds to do the only reasonable thing she can think of. She begins to pelt him with the remaining pillows.]
GAAAAH!! NO, STOP!!
[Obviously started, Teddie bolts up and begins to scramble out of the closet on all fours, his cubchoo following suit. It's only his teddiursa who doesn't react immediately, smacking her lips and rubbing her eyes as she sleepily watches her trainer get chased by a small pancham in their tiny inn room. By now, said pancham has left the pokegear on the floor as she's taken up the full time job of chasing her supposed "trainer." Only quick glances of her, Teddie, and his equally panicked starter can be seen running back and forth as pillows fly across the room, cries for help echoing throughout the place.
This gives ample time for the teddiursa to lazily pick up the gear herself, stare into it like nothing's wrong, and give a friendly wave to what she can only assume is an audience. She then begins to turn it off, but not before Teddie's voice can be heard, shouting something along the lines of "NO, NOT THE LAMP!"
Well...hopefully no one else was trying to sleep.]
