Yagyuu Hiroshi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
usedlaserbeam) wrote2011-12-28 09:39 pm
usedlaserbeam) wrote2011-12-28 09:39 pm
Entry tags:
- always glorious always victorious,
- be awed by our shenanigans,
- brb screaming like a little girl,
- hit the deck it's the grandkids,
- i am fifteen and what is this,
- lady is forever the hbic,
- mad pokemon breeding science,
- my pokeymans let me show you them,
- no really i'm the responsible one,
- super swank tennis clubhouse,
- the gentleman is not amused,
- the perils of dramatic irony,
- world's best grandpa,
- ▶ goldenrod city
016 | Goldenrod City | Audio → Text;
[The clatter of plastic against hardwood is the first indication that this recording is probably not intentional; the second is the fact that for the initial few seconds, there's no discernible speech, but rather just a cacophony of clicking nails, scampering feet, rapid footsteps, and the occasional frustrated grunt. Then at last, amidst the noise, a few sentence fragments become audible as they drift past the microphone.]
No, no, get down from th—
[Noise.]
Phantom, grab Napo—no, wait, that's Archime—the yellow collar, Phantom, grab it—
[Noise.]
Leonidas, don't eat that—
[Noise.]
Loki, I'm going to need that leg back sooner or—did you just sneeze on—?
[Noise. More noise. Some shuffling this time. And then, at last:]
There. One, two, three, four, five, si—wait, where's Mithras, he was just—
[Footsteps, shuffling, and then a moment later, a klaxon begins to sound.]
Ah, there you are. Well done, Arsène, and I appreciate having you on the lookout, though you needn't sound the alarm quite that vigorously next time. Lady, Aya, are the others still all present and accounted for?
[More assorted noises, shuffling, and the unmistakable squeaking of a mass of Eevees fill the air, and shortly thereafter the familiar purple jelly of a Ditto squishes over the microphone, and the broadcast ends—followed a little while later by a text.]
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Is anyone currently in the business of producing mass quantities of Sleep Powder — specifically, enough to put six Eevees to sleep for approximately eight hours at a stretch? If so, please respond to this message; I'd like to make an arrangement with you.
No, no, get down from th—
[Noise.]
Phantom, grab Napo—no, wait, that's Archime—the yellow collar, Phantom, grab it—
[Noise.]
Leonidas, don't eat that—
[Noise.]
Loki, I'm going to need that leg back sooner or—did you just sneeze on—?
[Noise. More noise. Some shuffling this time. And then, at last:]
There. One, two, three, four, five, si—wait, where's Mithras, he was just—
[Footsteps, shuffling, and then a moment later, a klaxon begins to sound.]
Ah, there you are. Well done, Arsène, and I appreciate having you on the lookout, though you needn't sound the alarm quite that vigorously next time. Lady, Aya, are the others still all present and accounted for?
[More assorted noises, shuffling, and the unmistakable squeaking of a mass of Eevees fill the air, and shortly thereafter the familiar purple jelly of a Ditto squishes over the microphone, and the broadcast ends—followed a little while later by a text.]
Is anyone currently in the business of producing mass quantities of Sleep Powder — specifically, enough to put six Eevees to sleep for approximately eight hours at a stretch? If so, please respond to this message; I'd like to make an arrangement with you.
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text; wow thanks LJ....
u kno, aside from the normal new years stuff
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that RLY sounds like a headache...
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