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genessia2018-03-09 09:35 pm
despisesthegods) wrote in genessia2018-03-09 09:35 pm
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[Video/Action]
[VIDEO]
[When the video turns on, Styxx doesn't even seem to realize it is on as he sets it down and grabs a seat in what looks to be a park. He's gotten a wardrobe change, having acquired himself a t-shirt and jeans and removed the coal around his eyes. Now he looks a little more normal, and anyone who saw him before will see that he has cropped blond hair. Certainly not a bedouin. He has a sketchbook on his lap and manages to jam a pencil into a hand that obviously doesn't work nearly as well as it should. A sign of previously broken bones that weren't set right.
On the other side of him is a Ponyta, a Noibat is flying over his head, some of what's left of the pokemon he'd been allowed to keep, and there's something else picking up his phone and playing with it though it doesn't come in view of the camera, you can still see the video moving around.
Styxx glances up from whatever he's sketching and honestly laughs.]
Hey now, don't go playing with that. Give it here.
[At least he seems in fairly good spirits for now as he reaches for his phone. Only then did he realize it was on and frown.]
My apologies to everyone. I was unaware that it was on.
[With that, he ends the feed.]
[Action]
[Outside of the feed, anyone wandering by will see that what grabbed his phone was a Pansear. Once the phone was off, Styxx carefully put it away, making sure it didn't turn on again and glances at the Pansear.]
You're going to cause all kinds of trouble, aren't you?
[He doesn't look or sound angry, if anything he just seems amused with the Pansear. He was much better with animals as his companions then people. He always had been, and these pokemon received no different a reaction from him, though he had caught on that they were much smarter then normal animals.
Once he convinces the Pansear to settle down with the others, he goes back to sketching in his book, not once glancing up. He didn't need to for what he was drawing. All he needed was his memories.]
[When the video turns on, Styxx doesn't even seem to realize it is on as he sets it down and grabs a seat in what looks to be a park. He's gotten a wardrobe change, having acquired himself a t-shirt and jeans and removed the coal around his eyes. Now he looks a little more normal, and anyone who saw him before will see that he has cropped blond hair. Certainly not a bedouin. He has a sketchbook on his lap and manages to jam a pencil into a hand that obviously doesn't work nearly as well as it should. A sign of previously broken bones that weren't set right.
On the other side of him is a Ponyta, a Noibat is flying over his head, some of what's left of the pokemon he'd been allowed to keep, and there's something else picking up his phone and playing with it though it doesn't come in view of the camera, you can still see the video moving around.
Styxx glances up from whatever he's sketching and honestly laughs.]
Hey now, don't go playing with that. Give it here.
[At least he seems in fairly good spirits for now as he reaches for his phone. Only then did he realize it was on and frown.]
My apologies to everyone. I was unaware that it was on.
[With that, he ends the feed.]
[Action]
[Outside of the feed, anyone wandering by will see that what grabbed his phone was a Pansear. Once the phone was off, Styxx carefully put it away, making sure it didn't turn on again and glances at the Pansear.]
You're going to cause all kinds of trouble, aren't you?
[He doesn't look or sound angry, if anything he just seems amused with the Pansear. He was much better with animals as his companions then people. He always had been, and these pokemon received no different a reaction from him, though he had caught on that they were much smarter then normal animals.
Once he convinces the Pansear to settle down with the others, he goes back to sketching in his book, not once glancing up. He didn't need to for what he was drawing. All he needed was his memories.]