ghostytrainer: (some memories are better forgotten.)
John Egbert ([personal profile] ghostytrainer) wrote2012-12-12 08:54 pm

prank #37 | video

[When John clicks on the feed today, he's accompanied by not one, but two Lopunnies. The One of them (Casey, judging by the pink sweater) is half-cradling the other and stroking its head, occasionally making shhh'ing noises. A Shinx lays next to them, and in John's lap rests the head of the saddest looking shiny Gallade you'll ever see. John himself looks exhausted, though moreso in the emotional sense than the sense of needing to take a nap.]

[He stares at the screen blankly for a good minute before finally speaking, in a voice that sounds as dull and tired as he looks.]


Vriska Serket has gone back home. If any of her Pokemon found their way to you, please let me know. I want to make sure they're all accounted for. And if they did just...promise me that you will take good care of them.

[He falls silent again, looking as though there's more he wants to say. In the end, he can't figure out what to say and ends up tightening his grip on the (what appears to be) a piece of twine clenched in his right hand.]

That's all.

[Click.]
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[personal profile] moveslikestrider 2012-12-14 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow what, no. Cookies are the best, I just don't have my sweet tooth screaming for more sacrifices at the moment. You don't even know dude, I am all about the sugary delights.

Speaking of I need to get those cinnamon sticks. Those are the shit. [He's rambling on for John's sake. Trying to coax the usual banter out of him if only to take his mind off of who is gone.]

Also we need to have an intervention for Jake. At the rate he's getting new bros, we'll be up to our arm pits in them soon.
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[personal profile] moveslikestrider 2012-12-15 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
To you maybe, but I think they're perfect.

[He lived an expect battle at any time and horde food in your closet life. Home made food is incredible and welcomed eagerly into his diet.]

Yeah I mean his eggs. He bought and took some in too.
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[personal profile] moveslikestrider 2012-12-18 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
...More than three, maybe less than ten. I started losing count. It was like the start of a crazy cat lady. We have to talk to him about this. Before we find him dead and eaten by his pokemon. They were just so hungry and their friend wasn't doing anything with all his tasty meat.
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[personal profile] moveslikestrider 2012-12-19 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah I need to talk Jane in person about...stuff. [Roxy. Because it sucks when you lose a friend.] Any way, pizza is ordered and on the way. Got those sweet breadsticks to go with it.

...

Check on Mo-Roxy's Skitty, would you? I mean not that I doubt Jake, it's just might be having probs settling in like the new kid on the block. [Ramble, ramble, no one can stop him now.]
Edited 2012-12-19 03:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] moveslikestrider 2012-12-21 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He relaxes just a bit. Good, John will at least eat something. Dave's not the mother henning type but that was what he was worrying about.] Exactly. Resistance is futile against the sweet aroma of breadsticks and promise of sauce. You know you want'em.
moveslikestrider: (Interchanging mind control.)

[personal profile] moveslikestrider 2012-12-22 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a dirty job but someone's got to do it. Besides who doesn't like breadsticks? Some poor sad individual who has no idea what they're missing.
moveslikestrider: (I will be.)

[personal profile] moveslikestrider 2012-12-25 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
We'll wield our trusty breadsticks like cop batons. Down you go for your ignorance embrace the buttery, cheesy goodness. And pizza sauce.

[Who even knows.]