snapandscoot | PUZZLE 005 [GOLDENROD CITY

PUZZLE 005 [GOLDENROD CITY - VIDEO/ACTION]

VIDEO

[[The feed opens to Emmy's smiling face, shaking slightly as she adjusts the camera. She appears to be in a square of sorts, sitting on a bench under a tree.]]

Does anyone out there have any advice for when it comes to visiting the Goldenrod gym for a battle? I've heard the leader is a bit childish, and it sometimes causes problems for challengers. Any hints would be appreciated!

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ACTION

[[Her message completed, Emmy places her Pokegear in her pocket and awaits responses. Nearby, her Machamp and her Pignite are sparring. Occasionally she'll give them a word of praise or a correction, but it's clear her mind is elsewhere.

When replies come in, she turns to the side to answer them, displaying a certain reluctance to show her Pokemon on the Pokegear, focusing the camera only on herself as they spar off to the side.

Emmy isn't usually this disconnected from her Pokemon when they're training, but her thoughts have been heavy for the past couple of days, ever since she engaged in communication with an anonymous Team Rocket member. Whoever the person was, they'd unnerved her with their knowledge of her team and their current statuses. For this reason, she's not broadcasting her training session to the network at all.

It bothers her somewhat, as she hates feeling like this. She shouldn't have to hide her Pokemon; she wants to show them off! But if she's going to have any sort of advantage over this Team Rocket member, she has to keep her team a secret. Especially since they mentioned they'd be targeting her specifically. But why?]]

This is all so horribly creepy....

[[She's zapped back to reality as her Pignite goes rolling past her, the victim of a sneaky throw from her Machamp. Pushing her insecurities to the side, she decides to look forward, smiling as said Pignite manages to jump straight back into the battle. After all, isn't that what she should be doing?]]

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[Oh, for the love of - ]

Back in Goldenrod already, are you?

[...well, that was quick. Really, Emmy, he doesn't see why you raised such a fuss if you were just going to be coming right back.]

[[Well if it isn't her favourite video buddy!

....8|]]

A true lady is always punctual, Descole. Still hiding behind the screen?

[You keep trying to assert yourself, there.]

It's hardly hiding - surely you didn't think I was going to stand around and wait for you? After all, a true lady may be punctual, but I still have yet to see one.

[[Gladly, thanks!]]

Still clinging to that tired line? You need new material.

[[Standing up off her bench! With a pokeball in her hand!!]]

Are you coming or not? I don't have time to play around.

It doesn't make it any less true, my dear~

[However! Pet names aside.]

As it stands, either give some indication of your location or don't bother - though I'm flattered by the implication, clairvoyance isn't among my many talents.

[[Ugh you are

you are just!]]

I'm in the little square near the gym! Do pretend to be a gentleman and get here promptly, won't you?

Last I checked, you weren't too fond of my pretending to be a gentleman, but I'll let you have it your way for once.

[HANGING UP AND MEETING YOU THERE, THEN; LET'S DO THIS THING?]

[[Well, there you are.

Emmy will be standing in the square with her hands on her hips, a pokeball nestled in the fingers of one hand. Her Machamp and Pignite have stopped sparring; Machi is currently standing behind her, mimicking Emmy's pose with one set of arms and crossing the other across her chest.]]

I thought you'd never arrive.

Patience is a virtue, isn't it? I'd think your professor would have taught you better by now.

[Not that he'd know. Or, you know, not that he cares. But still!]

[[Ignoring that, thankyou!!]]

How did you want to do this, Descole? Did you still want me to test out your Pokemon? Or would you like to take me on personally? I'll be satisfied with either option.

[[She is smiling, actually; finally, a chance to fight.]]

I want to see if you're a bit better than your henchmen when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. They were no challenge.

[Well!]

If that's the case, then at least do this fairly - go on and put your little bodyguard away.

Are you sure you'd rather not fight her? She's not quite as good as me, but she's learning~

[[Nevertheless, Machi will go sit on the bench, okay. Still with her arms folded!

....and with any luck your body is ready, Descole, because as soon as Machi is seated Emmy will immediately start running at you, looking very determined.]]

[...Emmy, if you expect him to likewise run at you with his best "brb kicking ass" expression, like some sort of demented meeting between the casts of Sherlock and Doctor Who on a bad promo day, then he's going to disappoint you quite a bit by what he does next.

Don't worry, he won't be moving out of the way in order to dodge the attack; you can come at him all you want. If anything, the more momentum you have going for you, the better it is for him; he knows better than to try to retaliate against whatever it is you're about to try - that won't end well at all and everyone here knows it - so rather than trying to get an actual hit off, he'll just be grabbing your arm as you come at, if you don't mind.

And using your momentum to deposit you rather solidly on the ground.

Does this work for everyone?]

[[You know, Descole, as much as she appreciates your taste in good british television shows, she must say that she didn't expect to be neatly dropped on her back like that. Rather rude, old boy.

As such, let her just. blink for a minute and try to come to her senses.

what

what

what just happened]]

...ow...

[[It's not so much a declaration of pain as it is filling the silence. Because just. how did you do that. what did you. what is this. someone call Steven Moffat she does not approve of this plotline, get the Tardis we have to go back]]

[[But!! This is no time to sitting back! Let her just lift her legs up so she can spring off her hands and back onto her feet athletically, furiously brushing nonexistent dust off her jacket sleeves.]]

Lucky shot.

[[And once she's murmured that under her breath, coming at you again]]

[...

Emmy, are you -

...you're charging him again, aren't you

how many times does he have to drop you before you try something else

not that he's complaining, however, if you're going to assume that was a lucky shot he'll gladly drop you again]

[[RIGHT

OKAY

THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS AND SHE LANDED ON A PLACE THAT WAS ALREADY RATHER SORE

....o-ow]]

Not bad.

[[Springing back to her feet again!

....r-rubbing her butt a bit because ow ow ow ow]]

You're obviously a bit more talented than the people you employ.

[[Her voice is light but her eyes are cool and calculating. Figuring out a different way to approach the problem. It's almost unsettling her, to be taken down so easily.

Good thing the battle is nowhere near over and she will solve this puzzle.]]

Oh, come now - they're henchmen, Emmy. Surely you think better of me than that.

[Just thought he'd take this interlude to remind you that he's evil or something, don't mind him.]

[[She'll roll her eyes for a moment...before smiling! It's a bit of a grim smile, but it's a smile! You'll even get a bit of a chuckle!]]

You're going to actually challenge me, aren't you? How fantastic!

[[COMING AT YOU AGAIN....slower this time, and she's not going for a strike; holding back, hands in front of her face, watching your movements.]]

It's been a while since someone's actually managed to drop me. I'd congratulate you, but I wouldn't want to risk increasing that painfully massive ego.

Edited 2012-03-17 04:09 (UTC)

[He's likewise keeping his distance, though what with the mask and all, it's decidedly harder to tell exactly what he's watching for.]

If you consider that worthy of congratulations, this will be a very short fight indeed.

Keep telling yourself that.

[[And now she'll zip in, jabbing sharply at his face, drawing his attention upwards; before promptly launching a powerful kick at his stomach.

Take that, you cad!!]]

[And draw his attention upwards that certainly does; he blocks the first strike, managing to keep her from connecting with his face - that mask is adhered with nothing short of magic and goddamn wishes, so he's not terribly concerned about her knocking that off, though it is possible...but mask or not, he's just. Not particularly fond of getting hit in the face, so can we not hit him in the face, Emmy, he'd be greatly obliged if you would - ]

...!

[Right! Right, that kick there will actually connect and manage to get him to drop down; holy shit, Emmy, just let him lean on the fourth wall a bit and be grateful for a moment that you aren't connecting anywhere near where that icon of yours would imply...]

[...of course, since no good combination can go unpunished as far as Descole is concerned, once he's dropped down, seeming suitably winded, he'll just be using that position to sweep her legs out from under her in a maneuver that is, admittedly, far more dramatic than it really needed to be.

Enjoy the ground again, Emmy, while Descole forces himself back up; he isn't exactly happy about that hit - it was a bit unpleasant, to understate it horribly - but he's up.]

[[OH SUCCESS

GOT YOU, SHE TOTALLY GOT YOU-]]

[[....OH NOT THE GROUND AGAIN

SERIOUSLY

SERIOUSLY

YOU ARE SUCH A PIECE OF WORK THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS]]

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