strideways: (Dave: Be speechless.)
dave strider ([personal profile] strideways) wrote2011-06-13 01:03 pm

> Dave: Be the pied piper.

[ Oh, look! A blurry thumb! The 'Gear is fumbled for a moment — looks like someone's having trouble holding onto it, or aiming it the right direction, at any rate.

When the camera steadies, the cameraman finally comes into view.

It's a bird! No, it's a... bunch of birds! It's... a really bad scarecrow?

Actually, it's Dave Strider. Guess who left his bird swag on?

Dave is almost literally covered in Murkrows. They're clinging to his clothes, perched all over his arms and his head and shoulders, sitting on his feet.... One of them, nestled in beneath his jaw on the right side, as cloooose as she can get, is wearing an orange ribbon around her neck. She looks like she's sulking. ]


Caught one of those dog Pokémon lurking around — Houndour, I guess. They're Fire- and Dark-type.

[ He's apparently determined to pretend the crows aren't even fucking there, because when one of them pecks at the 'Gear, he just moves it aside slightly and continues in the same tone of voice. ]

Was battling with my Gyarados, but I actually had to break out Tock to knock out a couple of them before I found one that wasn't level Fuck You, Strider. We're probably lucky they're not aggressive.

[ The ribboned Murkrow on his shoulder suddenly puffs herself up and lashes out at her neighbour, scattering a few crows for all of twenty seconds. They settle back down, with Dave's Murkrow looking unhappier than ever.

A few crows are lifted in front of the camera as he raises his left arm. If you're watching closely, he reaches up to scratch lightly at his Murkrow's talon. ]


And I'm pretty sure I saw a Gengar earlier. Those weren't around here before.

[ This is effectively a query: anyone know what's going on?

Before he can actually ask, though (if he was even going to), a bird on his left shoulder makes a grab for his shades. Dave jerks his head away, and his own Murkrow snatches at the sunglasses from the opposite side.

The 'Gear clatters to the ground, landing faceup and with an excellent, if fleeting, view of a crow flying off, an orange ribbon around her neck and a pair of sunglasses in one claw. A moment later, a hand covers the camera completely, and the feed shuts off. ]


[ Feel free to approach; he's near the north edge of Goldenrod. Just don't expect him to be very friendly — or look you in the eye. ]

[identity profile] usedsketch.livejournal.com 2011-06-13 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hanekoma's on his way to the casino when he spots Dave, and he has to stop and stare at the guy covered in crows. He didn't plan on striking up a conversation, but the man's Persian seems to have other ideas -- immediately she's fallen into a crouch and is slinking forward, intent on a feathery meal or at least a good game of chase.

Her owner hurries forward and recalls her just in time to see the kid lose his shades and fumble the Pokegear. Might as well offer help if he's over here, right? ]


Need a hand?

[identity profile] usedsketch.livejournal.com 2011-06-13 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Was that one yours? The things sure seem fond a' you.

[ The amusement in his voice is hard to miss. As for Hanekoma, the Murkrow have been mostly leaving him alone -- maybe they recognize him as a fellow guy with feathers. ]

[identity profile] usedsketch.livejournal.com 2011-06-13 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He picks up on Dave's discomfort, but it seems like a big reaction to losing sunglasses. He just nudges his own shades a little closer to his eyes, quietly amazed that they've survived so long. ]

What, were those a special pair?

[identity profile] usedsketch.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sensitive eyes or a fashion statement?

[ But now he's curious. ]

[identity profile] usedsketch.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ That gets an honest laugh out of him. After a moment of consideration, Sanae stops fiddling with his sunglasses and slips them off, holding the pair out to Dave. ]

Well, I wouldn't wanna go breakin' any laws. If it's that big a deal, kiddo, you can have mine.

[ Really, he was going to break them on the road sooner or later, and he's still not used to money being something of consequence. They're designer shades and everything, great for wearing ironically. ]

[identity profile] usedsketch.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Come on, man, he doesn't even have his trench coat on. And that's... not a joke, he really does have a trench coat. And a fedora. They go great with the shades and stubble.

Dave's pedometer is tuned just fine. ]


Seems like you need 'em more than I do.

[ They're from Shibuya, pretty damn high-quality, and some too-human part of him does cringe a little to let them go. But... well, he kind of likes the idea of handing them off to a distressed stranger, so long as Dave treats them okay. And he thinks the kid will. ]

/delete-edits yet another thing, sorry!

[identity profile] usedsketch.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ He grins. It's half because Dave looks at him to say it. ]

Right. I'm just doin' my part as a good citizen.

[ Hanekoma follows his gaze, making a point of not looking too closely at the kid's face. If he's got weird, sensitive, or legitly pretty eyes, well. He can stand not knowing. ]

Good luck with the crows, yeah?

[identity profile] usedsketch.livejournal.com 2011-06-15 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Good to hear it, boss.

[ Still smiling, he turns away, hands working their way back into his pockets and thoughts straying back to the Game Corner. If he ever sees the kid again, well, they'll talk shades then. He's happy leaving it to luck. ]