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[It's a bright and early Sunday morning, the first of the month, and anyone who's been here for a while knows what that means. New arrivals! Or, as Impmon chose to interpret it, a handy interdimensional portal opening up in Mom's house in New Bark Town.]
[The video is once again carries the shaky inconsistencies of an accidental broadcast. What can be gleaned between nausea-inducing blurs is the presence of thick foliage, and quite a long distance to the ground. Impmon's up a tree, trying to jimmy open a second-story window.]
Dango, gimme a hand here!
[A Beedrill floats into view, wedging the tip of aneedle-pointed arm into the small open gap Impmon's managed to create between the sill and the base of the window. The camera steadies a bit, pointing skyward as Impmon braces himself.]
Right, on three! One! Two! Thr-HEEEE-
[So, it turns out that tree branches are not the steadiest things to brace yourself on, especially if you've no longer got superhuman physical abilities. The Pokègear flips around in the air, briefly showing flashes of Impmon clinging to a tree-branch further down. After a moment, the Gear lands in the grass beside Mom's house.]
[Shortly after, there's the sound of cracking wood, a sharp squeal of panic, and Impmon lands next to his gear with a soft thud. A moment later, the Beedrill floats down into view, gingerly nudging its trainer.]
....ow.
[Impmon flips onto his back, lying quietly for a moment.]
Good- good job, Dango. We'll have'ta try-
[And then he spots the Pokègear.]
Oh, SHIT-
[A brief, mad scramble, and the Gear clicks off. No one saw that, right?]
[It's a bright and early Sunday morning, the first of the month, and anyone who's been here for a while knows what that means. New arrivals! Or, as Impmon chose to interpret it, a handy interdimensional portal opening up in Mom's house in New Bark Town.]
[The video is once again carries the shaky inconsistencies of an accidental broadcast. What can be gleaned between nausea-inducing blurs is the presence of thick foliage, and quite a long distance to the ground. Impmon's up a tree, trying to jimmy open a second-story window.]
Dango, gimme a hand here!
[A Beedrill floats into view, wedging the tip of aneedle-pointed arm into the small open gap Impmon's managed to create between the sill and the base of the window. The camera steadies a bit, pointing skyward as Impmon braces himself.]
Right, on three! One! Two! Thr-HEEEE-
[So, it turns out that tree branches are not the steadiest things to brace yourself on, especially if you've no longer got superhuman physical abilities. The Pokègear flips around in the air, briefly showing flashes of Impmon clinging to a tree-branch further down. After a moment, the Gear lands in the grass beside Mom's house.]
[Shortly after, there's the sound of cracking wood, a sharp squeal of panic, and Impmon lands next to his gear with a soft thud. A moment later, the Beedrill floats down into view, gingerly nudging its trainer.]
....ow.
[Impmon flips onto his back, lying quietly for a moment.]
Good- good job, Dango. We'll have'ta try-
[And then he spots the Pokègear.]
Oh, SHIT-
[A brief, mad scramble, and the Gear clicks off. No one saw that, right?]