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[ today, our friendly neighborhood campeador sits side-saddle on a Rapidash in motion while he makes his video post. they seem to be wandering around Ilex Forest (close to the Azalea entrance, for anyone interested in running into him), alone save for the occasional flash of a rogue Diglett popping up out of the ground in the background. stalking him. menacingly. ]

... uhh. Hi, okay, I was going to talk about something, but, I sort of forgot what that was going to be, originally. It seems that somehow, through some meticulous effort and, uh, other such things, I have managed to obtain three badges out of... however many that there are to get. I think it's eight? [ pauses to think, then shrugs. ] At first it was just a thing that I was doing just, you know, to kind of, uhh, prove to certain individuals including myself that it even was a thing that I was capable of.

But now I sort of am enjoying the task a little more than what was, uhh, previously expected? So, uhh... I mean, so, I guess that's good.

[ it's pretty obvious that there's something else he means to say there rather than what he ends the thought with, but he decides against going back and correcting himself or adding on to it. possibly because there are individuals that are listening in that he would rather keep certain thoughts away from. ]

I'm not sure where the next insignia of accomplishment is for us to get, but, I can kind of assume based on recent things that we will most likely be going to get that one next. So, just, that's what's happening to be going down, if anyone was wondering. About me. And Vriska. Because she is also doing the thing that I'm doing, at the same time as me, in the same place, uhh... coincidentally.

[ awkward smile??? ...(unsure)

okay yeah he's just going to stop here and switch to text for a couple of private messages. ]

( feferi peixes )

( dave strider )

[ behold, a clutch of eggs all clustered together in front of the camera. Tavros directs from behind, resting the camera on the arm of his wheelchair (so the view drifts around every once in awhile, wobbling and threatening to fall over, but never quite doing so). ]

Hello Johto, again... uhh, today the thing that I have to share is a possible mistake that I seem to have made, although, I guess in this case it's not really a bad mistake? So, I guess, a good mistake that happened due to my negligence. Uhh, see, what happened was that I left my Ditto out, with my other Pokemon, and, I guess something occurred while I was sleeping, because, uh, well...

[ just. lets the view speak for itself as he trails off awkwardly on that one. ]

...anyway, I don't really understand the mechanics of this thing that happened, but the fact of the matter is that there are a lot of eggs here, and I don't think I can take care of them, really, so, um, what I was wondering is if anyone would like to have one? I think I can probably identify them. [ and soon a hand reaches out past the camera, pointing them out. ] There are some from a Rapidash, and I think that one is most likely from the Shelgon that I have, and also those ones are, uhh... oh, I think those are Rufio's, so they would be a Tauros inside? I guess. Oh, and those ones that look sort of weird are most likely baby Mr. Mimes.

[ and a long pause... ]

Those brown ones? I wouldn't recommend them, really, because, I think they belong to a Pokemon that isn't really mine, or technically anybody's, but, they were with my other ones, so, I just sort of grabbed them. They're from a Diglett.

Anyway... uh, yes. So there you have it.

[ the sound of all-too-familiar crocodile tears fills the feed, almost piercingly loud until the volume evens out. soon it's eclipsed by the owner of the Pokegear's voice, sounding pretty unsure (as he usually does), but also... well, exasperated. ]

Really, can you not do that crying thing for a minute, because this is an occasion for celebrating!

I can't believe you actually did it. Nice one loser!

[Vriska's laughing, and claps Tavros hard on the back.]

[ there's an audible "oof!" at that, and then a little awkward laughter of his own on Tavros' end. ]

Hehe, yeah, I guess I did...

You even made her cry! How great is that!? Don't you just love that feeling of them being so utterly defeated and helpless that all they can do is sit there and soooooooob like a little wiggler with no Lusus.

[She's grinning from ear to ear, a little, maybe just a little proud of him.]

Well, uhh... I mean, no, it sucks a little it that she started crying like that, but I think that is just because she's a sore loser, maybe.

[ more awkward laughter... and he is definitely beaming, too. ]

Who cares! All that matters is we are winners and she is a losery loser who lost!

[She holds up her badge that matches his.]

Hehe, yeah.

[ holding them up side-by-side, Tavros looks happier than he has... probably ever. ]

I actually did it.

All because of me of course! You wouldn't have gotten anywhere without me.

You were pretty reasonably inspiring, in this situation, I guess.

[ somehow he feels like it's a bad idea to admit that. ]

Of course I was! I am the most inspiring, it is me!

[ once again (as usual?), Tavros is in distress. the angle of the video is kind of odd, as if it's being taken from the floor, and... that's because it is. Tavros is on the ground, and the camera is pointing at his wheelchair, which should be empty since he's not in it, but... ]

[ WHAT THE HELL. ]

Uhh. Is anyone else seeing the thing that I'm seeing, right now... because I'm a little bit confused about the logistics of this thing that I'm looking at, which is, I guess, this dirt monster that is on my four-wheel device, but, uhh... I don't know how it got there. And it won't go away so that I can get up, so I'm sort of having a problem with a lot of things right now.

[ Dig! this little bastard ain't moving, no sirree. behind the camera, Tavros makes a disgruntled sort of noise, and some passersby can be heard making commentary and giggling in the background, which... makes Tavros kind of whine a second time. ]

Diglett, you're being rude, a little bit. You don't even have legs, uhh, for being paralyzed. Please move!

[ Dig! (nope.) ]

[ Tavros is not feeling festive or interested in capturing beasts. he has not felt like this for several days. and after spending these several days by himself, thinking Deep Thoughts, he has finally emerged to speak on the communicator regarding them, opting for video despite how much harder actually talking is versus typing. he just gives the camera a long look, fumbling for words, before speaking. ]

Uhh, so, there's a matter which has, I guess, come to my attention, recently, and I was thinking about it a lot, and wondering some things, that I couldn't really figure out an answer to, so, I guess what I was wondering is if anyone that's, uhh, here, could maybe help me with the figuring out, that I mentioned, regarding this topic. ...which is that I was wondering about... uh. Individuals who, previously, as in, before they got here, to Johto, when they were at the place they originated from, that were in a state of being, uhh. Not. Alive, anymore.

[ a pause, frowning thoughtfully. ]

It's probably sort of obvious that they're not in that state of un-alive, like I said, now, but, I was wondering if maybe they knew about it when they got here, or... uhh, well, I don't really know exactly, what I'm asking for, I just. It's kind of bothering me, I guess.

[ he starts to say something else but ultimately decides he's staggered through his sentences enough and fumbles uncomfortably with the 'gear before turning it off. ]

( cut for trolltype )

[ behold, Goldenrod. your new campeador has arrived! Tavros has been on the fly—or, uh, the bull ride—for weeks, with the express purpose of hastening to Goldenrod. of course, the reason this took almost a month and not, y'know, a week or two, is because he got lost. a lot. lost, and held up by wild Pokemon that he had to direct his amazing team of three underleveled Pokemon to battle, with near-disastrous results, and other various paraplegic shenanigans that I would be heartless to describe here, but which may or may not involve the total destruction of his wheelchair somewhere along the way.

so, as grand as it may seem to ride into a big city on the back of a giant hoofbeast, it really becomes less impressive when you take in the weather-beaten and fatigue-stricken appearance of both steed and rider. ]

We did it, Rufio! Unless I'm reading the map wrong, uhh, again, which is a thing that's completely possible, since it happened so many times before, but assuming I'm not, which I don't think I am, for once...

[ his Tauros gives a snort of impatience. Would you get to the point, already? ]

Right, sorry. Anyway, I think this is Goldenrod. It's gotta be, just, based on its appearance, which resembles the descriptions that were given to me, before.

[ clip clop clip clop... clip... clop... Rufio is beginning to slow down. his legs are trembling. Tavros leans down and pats his neck consolingly. ]

It sure is big, isn't it...

[ ...and then he promptly passes out and falls off of his trusty steed sideways, just in time for said trusty steed to collapse over the other way. bull pileup on aisle four. ]

[ ooc: assume replies to responses on the 'gear come after he wakes up \o\ ]

( cut for trolltype )

[ and suddenly the feed ends. O_O ps. I'm having a font crisis don't mind me ]

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