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maskormenace2019-07-06 10:04 pm
golisolation) wrote in maskormenace2019-07-06 10:04 pm
Entry tags:
- andy | n/a,
- anton roudin | n/a,
- archie | broceidon,
- catra | n/a,
- guzma | big bad guzma,
- katie 'pidge' holt | the green paladin,
- knock out | n/a,
- lucina | n/a,
- mollymauk tealeaf | n/a,
- nikolai | silver,
- princess allura | n/a,
- ruby nakamura | candlelight,
- †bodhi rook | the pilot,
- †eli vanto | ensign,
- †lance | champion,
- †n/a | the outsider,
- †selina kyle | catwoman,
- †yato | delivery god
2nd đź’€ Video; Backdated to 7/4
[When the video clicks on, the viewers are greeted with several faces in a shady area—or maybe it's just not particularly sunny despite being mid-afternoon. Either way, two of those faces most will be familiar with, but especially one in particular: Darin's. Though, his is bloodied and bruised, as if someone wailed on him with their fists. Actually, it looks like that's exactly what happened. He's also notably unconscious—his head being held up by Guzma (the other familiar face), whose fist is full of Darin's hair to do so. He also looks pretty damn smug—if not downright delighted—to a degree that's a little worrying.
The others in view are decidedly less human. In fact, they aren't at all—above Darin hangs a red and black spider, staring at the camera with large purple eyes full of interest and curiosity towards it. He seems to be keeping himself up on what looks like thick webbing that's hanging down from somewhere and connects to Darin... because Darin has been wrapped up in web. A partial cocoon covering his torso and arms. Curiously, there's blood on Darin beyond his busted face—soaking through the webbing that's around him. Awesome!
Next is a moth-like Pokémon, who seems fit to hide most of his body behind that arm of Guzma's that's holding Darin's head up. His little face peeking up over it to look into the camera as well. To the right of him is a hulking bug that looks similar to an isopod if it was on roids. He's got weird cross shaped white pupils, and unlike the other two who seem both interested and excited to be on camera, he holds himself far more reserved and stoic. More like a threatening backdrop to the whole thing.
The last member of this shitty sadistic selfie is a brown beetle-like monster the size of a child, who stands directly besides Darin. His eyes are wide and intense, almost hostile, as he stares at the camera. This hostility is only further emphasized by the obvious blood on the spikes of his pincers.
...And then a second later Pinsir fucking dabs, without breaking eye contact with the camera. As if the idiot bug even knows what the gesture means, but he's seen people do it, and they were on camera too! It makes sense to him. Guzma doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't comment on it, he might not have even noticed, honestly.
He's got more important matters to address:]
Listen up, idiots! It's ya boy again, and I'm here with a special message, a PSA, of sorts, yo.
[He glances to Darin, who is still very much so knocked out, before looking back into the feed. That sinister smirk still on his face.]
Just in case any of you rotten upstarts was under the absurd impression that big bad Guzma was a dude to cross, take it from poor Darin here: I ain't. You mess with me, and I'll crush you, just like I did him.
[As Guzma talks, he's swaying Darin's head side to side by the hold he has on his hair.]
This idiot thought he could stand up to me, that he could beat me down. Hell, in some warped sense of heroic idiocy, he even thought he could help me, HA! Some stupid soft shit like that—and where did it get him!? [Guzma lets go of his hair, letting Darin's head fall emphatically into a hanging position.] No where good, I can tell ya that much.
Your boy still stands, but this loser sure ain't, huh?
[Guzma gives Darin a good little spin as he walks away from the scene with the camera still pointed at himself. The spin, and the more Darin comes into view it's clear he's being suspended by that web that's wrapped around him. However, with that little crowd taking up less of the background, viewers can get more of an idea of where this little broadcast is happening: in an alleyway. Somewhere.
Super helpful!]
Consider this fair warning, y'all. I won't be handing out another.
[He lowers the communicator, making the camera view him from below as he's about to cut the feed, his hand hovering as he stares down at it for a moment as something occurs to him:]
—Oh, yeah. Those of you who give a damn and wanna clean that mess up, [he gestures over his shoulder towards Darin with his thumb, even though he's currently blocking the view of him,] he's in Maurtia Falls. Somewhere on the east side. Never been too good at giving directions, but I'm sure you hero-types can figure it out.
Later days, y'all!
The others in view are decidedly less human. In fact, they aren't at all—above Darin hangs a red and black spider, staring at the camera with large purple eyes full of interest and curiosity towards it. He seems to be keeping himself up on what looks like thick webbing that's hanging down from somewhere and connects to Darin... because Darin has been wrapped up in web. A partial cocoon covering his torso and arms. Curiously, there's blood on Darin beyond his busted face—soaking through the webbing that's around him. Awesome!
Next is a moth-like Pokémon, who seems fit to hide most of his body behind that arm of Guzma's that's holding Darin's head up. His little face peeking up over it to look into the camera as well. To the right of him is a hulking bug that looks similar to an isopod if it was on roids. He's got weird cross shaped white pupils, and unlike the other two who seem both interested and excited to be on camera, he holds himself far more reserved and stoic. More like a threatening backdrop to the whole thing.
The last member of this shitty sadistic selfie is a brown beetle-like monster the size of a child, who stands directly besides Darin. His eyes are wide and intense, almost hostile, as he stares at the camera. This hostility is only further emphasized by the obvious blood on the spikes of his pincers.
...And then a second later Pinsir fucking dabs, without breaking eye contact with the camera. As if the idiot bug even knows what the gesture means, but he's seen people do it, and they were on camera too! It makes sense to him. Guzma doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't comment on it, he might not have even noticed, honestly.
He's got more important matters to address:]
Listen up, idiots! It's ya boy again, and I'm here with a special message, a PSA, of sorts, yo.
[He glances to Darin, who is still very much so knocked out, before looking back into the feed. That sinister smirk still on his face.]
Just in case any of you rotten upstarts was under the absurd impression that big bad Guzma was a dude to cross, take it from poor Darin here: I ain't. You mess with me, and I'll crush you, just like I did him.
[As Guzma talks, he's swaying Darin's head side to side by the hold he has on his hair.]
This idiot thought he could stand up to me, that he could beat me down. Hell, in some warped sense of heroic idiocy, he even thought he could help me, HA! Some stupid soft shit like that—and where did it get him!? [Guzma lets go of his hair, letting Darin's head fall emphatically into a hanging position.] No where good, I can tell ya that much.
Your boy still stands, but this loser sure ain't, huh?
[Guzma gives Darin a good little spin as he walks away from the scene with the camera still pointed at himself. The spin, and the more Darin comes into view it's clear he's being suspended by that web that's wrapped around him. However, with that little crowd taking up less of the background, viewers can get more of an idea of where this little broadcast is happening: in an alleyway. Somewhere.
Super helpful!]
Consider this fair warning, y'all. I won't be handing out another.
[He lowers the communicator, making the camera view him from below as he's about to cut the feed, his hand hovering as he stares down at it for a moment as something occurs to him:]
—Oh, yeah. Those of you who give a damn and wanna clean that mess up, [he gestures over his shoulder towards Darin with his thumb, even though he's currently blocking the view of him,] he's in Maurtia Falls. Somewhere on the east side. Never been too good at giving directions, but I'm sure you hero-types can figure it out.
Later days, y'all!
[Private voice]
I can communicate with animals. I could probably communicate with pokemon. If you want I can help translate what they'd like you to do differently, and what they think you're doing well.
[ She can hear the defensiveness, but decides to not comment on it. It's not going to help either of him if she makes him more defensive. ]
[Private voice]
[Yea, brilliant reply there, mate. But the offer is...
It's tempting enough he's going to grab it. Plus, it's one more thing he can use to show up that stupid dragon tamer!
And show up Archie.] Hmph. If you want. I'm not going to stop you from seeing if it works with pokemon. Just - don't tell the st of the idiots you can do this.
They'd want you to do it all the time like the bunch of bleeding hearts they are.
[Private voice]
[ She sounds very much like she is willing to fucking fight some grownass men if they try to force her to do anything she doesn't want to do. ]
That said, I won't tell them I communicated with your pokemon, unless you want me to.
I'm planning to help with the search for Darin, if someone gets back to me on that anyway. But you mind meeting up some time tomorrow?
[Private voice]
Thanks. [It's more a mutter but he does mean it. The last thing he wants is anyone from home getting word of what his pokemon might say about him.] Tch. I got the day off work anyway, so we can meet up at my place.
I'll text the address to you later.
[Private voice]
Not a problem. And that sounds like a plan to me. Mind me asking what city it's in ahead of time? I don't want to go running around Heropa in my usual, because if I do I'll get heat stroke, for example.
[Private voice]
Heropa, but we can head to the beach where it's cooler at least.
Re: [Private voice]
I'll just show up with a t-shirt and shorts. My usual is about three layers of tops, one of them black, so it's pretty obvious why I'd get heat stroke in Heropa if I ran around wearing that for very long.
[Private voice]
Ok. See you tomorrow then.