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otherfathering) wrote2013-01-07 02:50 pm
otherfathering) wrote2013-01-07 02:50 pm
Reprise #1 [Voice > Video] Encore!
The sun's barely rising when he's ushered quite quickly out into the snow-layered town, no good-bye and a newly-acquired Chatot flying behind him. He had originally thought it would be positive to get going quickly, to head and find his family and friends and home... and then he felt the freezing early-morning cold. Oh holy chicken breast, the cold. Pumpkins are warm-season vegetables; apparently his body temperature is reflecting that, which is why he takes a moment to stand there shivering, his lack of a coat and gloves seriously being problematic right now.
They travel a small while to a tiny eating establishment that just seemed to be opening for the day.
[The feed switches on as voice at first, a bird's whistle filling the speakers with its simple repeat tune; it's amateur, but it's catchy.]
Hoo~... he~re we go!
[The still-partially shivering voice will be familiar to some, but the face that just clicked onto the feed's screen'll jog your mind if you can't quite place it. His inquisitive face breaks into a big, toothy grin as he realizes that- yes- it' broadcasting! Which means, people, and more importantly his family are on the other end.]
Wou~ld've said I was back earlier, but our mom sent me away pretty quick this time. o~hoo, think she remembers me?
[A single eyebrow raises with that playful little smirk that always comes out in situations like these.
The fact he turned up at the door of her house to collect his ill-as-fuck wife, who had considered burying this 'Mom' alive aswell... Well, I think there are reasons why she's going to want to get rid of him.]
'Didn't mean to leave in the first place, would've stayed in an instant if I could've. Still, that makes three times from the Otherworld, hm? Maybe it'll bring back some'a the others? It'd make my day to see my little Coraline again.
I'll try'n be home as so~on as I can, kiddos. 'Gonna need to make my way to the next town soon, too! I'm freezin' like a pumpkin out there.
[Hardy-har, Other Father.
As he goes to shut off the feed, he gives a wave to the screen and begins to whistle a much more complex tune that fits perfectly in with the Chatot's, though it does seem to be vibrating a bit. 8| stupid cold.]
They travel a small while to a tiny eating establishment that just seemed to be opening for the day.
[The feed switches on as voice at first, a bird's whistle filling the speakers with its simple repeat tune; it's amateur, but it's catchy.]
Hoo~... he~re we go!
[The still-partially shivering voice will be familiar to some, but the face that just clicked onto the feed's screen'll jog your mind if you can't quite place it. His inquisitive face breaks into a big, toothy grin as he realizes that- yes- it' broadcasting! Which means, people, and more importantly his family are on the other end.]
Wou~ld've said I was back earlier, but our mom sent me away pretty quick this time. o~hoo, think she remembers me?
[A single eyebrow raises with that playful little smirk that always comes out in situations like these.
The fact he turned up at the door of her house to collect his ill-as-fuck wife, who had considered burying this 'Mom' alive aswell... Well, I think there are reasons why she's going to want to get rid of him.]
'Didn't mean to leave in the first place, would've stayed in an instant if I could've. Still, that makes three times from the Otherworld, hm? Maybe it'll bring back some'a the others? It'd make my day to see my little Coraline again.
I'll try'n be home as so~on as I can, kiddos. 'Gonna need to make my way to the next town soon, too! I'm freezin' like a pumpkin out there.
[Hardy-har, Other Father.
As he goes to shut off the feed, he gives a wave to the screen and begins to whistle a much more complex tune that fits perfectly in with the Chatot's, though it does seem to be vibrating a bit. 8| stupid cold.]
[video]
[He dealt with this last Winter, but he didn't go out so much and it wasn't this cold.
He brightens up when Envy mentions the Pokémon. He'd left note that he'd hope they'd go to others to look after them, but he wasn't sure if they had. He misses his Pokémon a lot.]
Which one made there way to you? Thanks, Envy!
[video]
[Envy moves offscreen, presumably to search his hotel room for the Pokemon in question. He could have just called for it, but not being visible is a better cover for 'how do I deal with this' feelings than scowling and hostility. He's going to try not to do that so much this time around.]
[It's not long though before Envy returns to the 'Gear screen, now holding a Spinarak.]
Found this guy in my box.
[video] 1/2
Li~ttle Bunch, hm?
[He gives a wave, happy to see the spider.]
He~y there.
[video]
Honey wasn't with him?
[video]
No, just him. Who's Honey?
[video]
[He gives the Spinarak a soft apologetic smile. Sorry, Poke.]
[video]
[He's not sure what to say to that, really. He shifts, awkward; he'd rub the back of his neck too if his hands weren't full of spider.]
You can have him back, though, if you want. Pretty sure he misses you.
[Bunch nods in agreement, pincers clicking, but he rubs against Envy's fingers as though to say that Envy had been a good trainer too.]
[video]
I'd love to take him back, so long as you don't mind. It looks like he liked bein' with you.
[video]
You take him back, I'll send him through the computer. [And on complete impulse, he adds:] ...And maybe I'll come visit sometime, who knows?
[First time he's ever offered to stop by the Otherhouse.]
[video]
I'd lo~ve to see you again, Envy. I've missed you.