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[Red doesn't use video very often. When you're mute, it's generally a null point. Today, however, there's a flicker of text- ]
I've been working on something. Let me know what you think.
[And video suddenly comes to life.]
[After making sure Spark the Mismagius is holding up the Pokegear properly, Red steps away. Staying in a city again has given her cause to dress up nicely once more, makeup applied and Boxer's battered jacket draped over a simple light blouse. That's by far the least interesting aspect about the scene she's in front of, however.]
[Behind her are her Pokemon, arranged with a variety of musical instruments. A Gardevoir is adjusting an electric guitar around her shoulders, while a Sylveon blinks open one sleepy eye from his stool by a harp. A Chikorita waves with one vine to the camera, using the other to hold up a Mandolin, and behind it a Blaziken is awaiting eagerly at a drum set. In the middle of it all, Switch the Chatot is on a perch preening.]
[All of this on a little section of sidewalk in Goldenrod. It's a nice set up, with Red having taken all morning to get it ready.]
[The woman in question goes over to an electric piano, takes a breath, and whistles. Well practiced, the Pokemon begin to play. Rousing herself, Switch begins to sing, her voice rising up beautifully in a mimicry of her trainer's lost one.]
I see the lights
dance on the bay
All of the dark falls away
A glow from the heights
glances along the water's skin
Nimble and bright, swallowed in
I'm always breathless to see
growing so slowly to greet me
where I end and where she begins...
[Switch sings to the end of the song, wing stretching out as she revels in the performance, but soon the notes fade away. Spark flicks off the gear, and her clumsy text comes next.]
we have been practin!
I've been working on something. Let me know what you think.
[And video suddenly comes to life.]
[After making sure Spark the Mismagius is holding up the Pokegear properly, Red steps away. Staying in a city again has given her cause to dress up nicely once more, makeup applied and Boxer's battered jacket draped over a simple light blouse. That's by far the least interesting aspect about the scene she's in front of, however.]
[Behind her are her Pokemon, arranged with a variety of musical instruments. A Gardevoir is adjusting an electric guitar around her shoulders, while a Sylveon blinks open one sleepy eye from his stool by a harp. A Chikorita waves with one vine to the camera, using the other to hold up a Mandolin, and behind it a Blaziken is awaiting eagerly at a drum set. In the middle of it all, Switch the Chatot is on a perch preening.]
[All of this on a little section of sidewalk in Goldenrod. It's a nice set up, with Red having taken all morning to get it ready.]
[The woman in question goes over to an electric piano, takes a breath, and whistles. Well practiced, the Pokemon begin to play. Rousing herself, Switch begins to sing, her voice rising up beautifully in a mimicry of her trainer's lost one.]
I see the lights
dance on the bay
All of the dark falls away
A glow from the heights
glances along the water's skin
Nimble and bright, swallowed in
I'm always breathless to see
growing so slowly to greet me
where I end and where she begins...
[Switch sings to the end of the song, wing stretching out as she revels in the performance, but soon the notes fade away. Spark flicks off the gear, and her clumsy text comes next.]
we have been practin!
