[Video; 001] In Which Stuff Goes Down in New Bark Town

[duncansdontsing]

[So there's a new face on camera today, probably because the person trying to use the Pokégear for the first time neglected to read the directions and has managed to perform the equivalent of "send all" with the blasted thing. Either way, he looks very unhappy. If in this context "unhappy" meant "thoroughly pissed off," that is.]

MCLEAN, IF YOU'RE BEHIND THIS, I AM GONNA SHOVE MY FOOT SO FAR UP YOUR-

[Aaand his angry threats are cut off by a Poochyena growling at him for like the sixth time since he woke up. He was still a little unclear on the logic behind "kidnap someone, give them a mutant pet," but he was doing his best to roll with it for now. Problem was, everytime he raised his voice, the stupid thing got angry with him.]

SHUT IT, FURBALL! I'm tryin' to figure out what's going on!

[More Poochyena growls. Evidently, it likes getting yelled at even less than it likes Duncan's yelling in general. Except this time around, Duncan's had about enough, and actually growls right back. Which results in, well, unfortunate things. Namely, that Pokégear getting dropped as Poochyena tackles the new guy to the ground. And even though neither of them are on-screen anymore, all the growling, barking, and angry cursing makes it pretty clear they still aren't getting along.]

Oh, you are so dead you little- OW! SERIOUSLY? HAIR PULLING?! WHAT KINDA SISSY DOG ARE YOU?!

[Yeah, this was just going beautifully.]

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[duncansdontsing]

[For a moment, there's a lull in the fighting, and everything gets quiet again except for that infuriatingly chipper BGM. Except then Duncan's hand appears on screen again as he fumbles around for the dropped Pokégear, eventually grabbing hold of it to see who the hell's talking. He looks a bit scratched up and bleeding from a few minor cuts, but by and large okay...the same can be said for Poochyena, who is currently standing on top of his neck and shoulder, gnawing on his mohawk.]

Well it ain't like I'm gonna figure this stuff out by askin' this little fleabag. And of course I'm still recording, I didn't exactly have time to shut the stupid thing off before this little mutant dog attacked me!

[Speaking of which, he's gonna go ahead and sneakily grab the little- THAT'S HIS HAND, DON'T BITE YOUR POKÉMASTER'S HAND, IT'S THE HAND THAT WILL EVENTUALLY FEED YOU! Either way, it's enough for him to yank the Poochyena off him and get off the ground. But he'll just go ahead and keep holding it against him in a headlock to avoid any more trouble while he deals with whoever the heck this girl is.]

So do you plan on fillin' me in, or just yappin' at me? Because I'm gettin' enough of that from this guy as it is.

[That and disgruntled growling. Poochyena may have lost the battle, but from the sound of things it's not going to give up the war.]

(Don't mind if I hop accounts. Juggling paid time.)

[sifukatara]

[ ... At least they've stopped fighting. ]

[ One hand finding her hip, the other still holding the gear. Her own non-stop music suggests that she's in Ecruteak or Goldenrod, not sure ATM. Try to remember that he's probably got... er... a LOT to be confused about right now, Katara. ]

I can, but just keep an open mind about what I'm about to tell you.

(Doesn't bother me!)

[duncansdontsing]

Just spit it out already, I don't exactly have a lot of patience today. I don't like gettin' kidnapped, especially when it gets weird.

[Hmph. Poochyena's starting to realize how uncomfortable this is, and squirms around a bit. And for the time being, Duncan at least loosens his grip, but he ain't about to drop the little hellion just yet. Not when it still wants to bite him.]

[sifukatara]

Alright, then. If that's what you want... [ Oh. Dear. See the twitch? Someone's not feeling too patient either, but trying. When she speaks again it's clear and concise, and she doesn't mince words. ] It might not be kidnap, exactly, but you have been pulled into another world whether you like it or not-- I'm definitely guessing that it's the latter. [ Not pausing. ] The "furball" is your only means of defense here. Any powers or weapons that you had before you woke up in "mom's" house are gone, or being repressed. The Poochyena that you've got in a stranglehold is supposed to be your travel companion, so you might want to stop yelling at it and fighting with it since you'll be relying on each other for the three day walk to the nearest town.

[ That should about cover the basics. Katara clearly isn't a fan of any type of "aniimal cruelty". Sorry Duncah...! ]

[duncansdontsing]

Hey, he started it!

[ALL OF THE MATURITY. And focus, because he's pretty much not acknowledging a lot of what you have to say, Katara.]

And what kinda stupid name is "Poochyena"? It's just a dog.

[usedwaterpulse]

[ Slightly unimpressed eyeroll is slightly unimpressed, but she just leaves it at that. ]

Pokemon can understand us, not like most of the animals in most of our worlds, at least, Pokemon understand our language better here.

[duncansdontsing]

[Why did that sound familiar...oh yeah! It's what that old dude was babbling about.]

Is that what this thing is?

[Poochyena's held up by the scruff of his neck. And he just dangles there. Plotting.]

There's some old guy here who talked about Pokémon or whatever, but he didn't exactly explain anything.