dressofheaven: (Well that's no good)
[The feed starts out with a crude drawing of what looks like a little girl with long hair surrounded by boxes. There's a smiley face drawn on her.

Then the boxes are x-ed out, and the smiley face turns into a frown.

Then there's several indistinct shapes that might resemble a Rhydon, a dragon of some sort, maybe a Volcarona... and let's face it there's no way the rest of those are recognizable. There's a giant ? drawn over their heads.

Before any further insults to fine art can appear, bold text suddenly appears on the screen.
]

The network is working again, you dolt. I'm taking over.

My name is Orpheus. I am a Dusclops in service to Ilyasviel von Einzbern. For those of you who have been trying to figure out what my compatriot Poseidon's scribbles meant, Mistress Ilya's birthday was last month, just before the end. But because everything went crazy, she wasn't able to celebrate. She was looking forward to it, and now she's quite upset. What can we do?

... Curses, I think she sees us. Don't anyone let her know we-


[The message cuts off there.]
dressofheaven: (Oh no you didn't)
Typhon!

[Ilya seems to have something attached to her hair. Something large, blue, and very round.

Oh, it's a (slightly oversized) Gible.

... Come again?
]

Let go of my hair! Typhon, I'm ordering you as your trainer!

[The Gible stares up at her in response for a few moments...

Then chews slightly. Ilya's eyebrow twitches at that, and she jerks on her hair, trying to yank it out, but to no avail. There's a soft, eerie chuckle from behind the gear's camera.
]

You could help, Orpheus! Gaaaah! Typhon, do you want me to get Berserker out here?

[No response except for more chewing. Ilya looks very fed up with this nonsense and turns to the gear.]

Does anyone know how to make these things let go? If I'd known this is what I was going to get I'd have asked Saber for a different egg...
dressofheaven: (Now let me see...)
Cut For Goldenrod Branch Team Rocket Members )

[Late in the afternoon in Goldenrod city, there is the sound of something pounding on the pavement.

Is it a swarm of pokemon in the city? A new rocket plot? Another angry legendary?

Nope, it's just a young girl-
]

Faster, Berserker, Faster!

[Riding through town on the back of her Rhyhorn.

People dive out of the way of the galloping rock-type, but Ilya doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She throws back her head and laughs gleefully, not even paying attention to anything but the rush of her ride.

... Someone might want to try and stop her before she smashes something.
]

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