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video, mid-october
Is this thing — how does —
[ Let there be video of one sorry looking rat holding his pearl as far away from himself as possible. Somehow, he looks even more disheveled than usual, with eyebags practically to the floor.
Those who recognize him might also notice his fur is looking extra wispy today. Perhaps even a bit see-through? That’s different, isn’t it? ]
Okay. Okay. Does... does anyone know Sleep Powder? [ There’s some unbecoming desperation in his voice. He’s just asking for a friend here. ] Yawn, maybe? Or — fuck, what — Spore?
[ Anyone with a keen-eye will likely note that he’s also not at the Spire, but the Archives. Lum Berries are more than welcome to bump into (pass through?) their new rodent problem if they so wish. ]
And no, a punch to the head won’t work.
[ Ghosts are immune to Fighting-type moves, as it turns out. ]
[ Let there be video of one sorry looking rat holding his pearl as far away from himself as possible. Somehow, he looks even more disheveled than usual, with eyebags practically to the floor.
Those who recognize him might also notice his fur is looking extra wispy today. Perhaps even a bit see-through? That’s different, isn’t it? ]
Okay. Okay. Does... does anyone know Sleep Powder? [ There’s some unbecoming desperation in his voice. He’s just asking for a friend here. ] Yawn, maybe? Or — fuck, what — Spore?
[ Anyone with a keen-eye will likely note that he’s also not at the Spire, but the Archives. Lum Berries are more than welcome to bump into (pass through?) their new rodent problem if they so wish. ]
And no, a punch to the head won’t work.
[ Ghosts are immune to Fighting-type moves, as it turns out. ]
(1/2)
[ Something about hearing the other’s voice... His fur, wispy and translucent, suddenly begins to bristle. As his face turns a deathly pale, the image on the pearl begins to blur, until he’s almost too hard to make out on the other end.
There’s no sound, but through the static, a pair of eyes stare back, blood red and locked right on Cedric’s. ]