princenopants: (Walking in the Air)
[[the video comes on with a bit of a jostle, the camera pointing up to the branches of a tree that it's apparently under. From the view of the white haired wisp of a boy in the branches, it looks like the gear fell out of his pocket and turned itself on on impact. It's hard to tell what he's doing up there, but his pokemon can be heard near by]]

Swa! Swaa swaa swablu!! [He's going to fall! Aaaa! This isn't good this isn't good, he's going to fall!

Piiiidgey pidge. [He's done this how many times? Are you going to panic every one?

Swa swa swa swaaaaaaaaaablu!! [But what if he faaaaaaaaaaaalls!!]

Taillow. [Then we'll catch him]

[[This just seems to prompt more flailing from the swablu. Mytho has stopped his climbing and seems to be putting something carefully into a nest. A moment later, he's starting his slow climb back down when the inevitable occurs: one of the branches his foot is on gives way and he starts to tumble from the tree. It's not even a second before there's a flutter and all three of his pokemon rush him in a flurry of wings, each grabbing on to his shirt and hefting up.

Only the flailing Swablu happens to know Fly and in it's panic seems to be hauling his trainer up up and away....

With a grumpy flutter, his Taillow zooms down to grab his gear, shutting it off. Replies will come once Mytho is safely back on the ground again. Wherever that winds up being.]]
princenopants: (Default)
[[There are two faces when the video turns on, one a rather expressionless boy with gold eyes, the other a far more alert looking Taillow that seems to be instructing the boy how to use his gear. There’s some chirping from the pokemon that the boy seems to be listening intently to before he nods.]]

And this will help me find Fakir...?

[[his voice sounds about as ethereal as he looks, soft and without any emotion or force behind it.

The pokemon again chirps and flutters its wings.

Mytho nods, yet continues to just observe the gear as if trying to figure it out, prompting another chirp.]]


Like a crystal ball... [[despite the realization that statement should have carried, his voice was still blank with little inflection. And again, he continues to just look at the gear. If he looks long enough, maybe it’ll show him something.

Only before it does, he turns as there's a rustle of feathers as a cluster of Murkrow pass behind him. So he'll instead be staring at those when someone replies.]]



[[for those in New Bark, Mytho is standing around wearing nothing but an oversized white button down shirt that thankfully is just long enough to cover what it needs to cover... as long as the wind isn’t blowing.]]
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