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NEW VIDEO UPLOADED: Day Detour - Santalune City, Kalos
"Hey guys, Blumen here. So, I'm in Kalos right now, specifically Santalune City. The company's got a regional fan meet going at the Trainer's School, so I get to be with a ton of you guys, which is great! I'll be back on track in Sinnoh after a few weeks, so don't bitch about that. Now..." _________________________________________
Santalune City, was, as Beata had originally surmised, extremely peaceful and rather quaint. It was a budding area of growth for new trainers, as well as really beautiful with it's flower fields and rivers. She'd also been notified by the fans of the Fairy types indigenous to Kalos; immune to Dragons, and rather unique in their abilities. The woman had half a mind to try and catch one, but she'd have to see them first.
That peace was temporarily severed as people buzzed in and out, flash photography being taken at every direction. Sunlight beat down on everybody's heads, but that didn't really matter, people were too busy either getting things signed or signing things. The Trainer's School became packed, more so than usual on that weekend. Beata, at the moment, was taking a picture with a fan.
"Alright, three, two, one..." Click! A happy face was coupled next to her own freckled cheeks, and they thanked her for their time and moved to meet their next commentator. She smiled absently, but her attention was brought once more to another fan, who asked her to sign their keyboard.
Beata always liked fan meetings. It reminded her that she was living the dream, and she had gotten to the top. People looked up to her! Every time she went to one of these meetings, she always felt a little better about herself, and it always reminded her that she made somebody's day better at the end. "Alright, there ya go!" The keyboard autograph was done, and they went on their merry way on what looked to be a good day.
Post by Josh Dragomir on Aug 3, 2014 20:21:00 GMT -5
Josh didn't visit Kalos very often. He'd just moved to Hoenn from a far-off region not too long ago, so his experience with regions in this area wasn't very good, except for a few stories he had heard. Regardless, he'd just finished another dig in the Kalos Badlands and was on his way to the nearest boat to get a one way trip back to Hoenn. In doing so, he passed by Santalune City. What he hadn't expected though, was the people excitedly going to and fro, signing pictures and autographs with a woman.
Curiosity got the best of him. What was going on here? Was it some kind of festival? Maybe a Pokemon competition that people were signing up for? But what were the pictures for? Maybe she was some kind of person of well reputation, that he'd never heard about. Might as well find out.
Finding an opening after she'd done a few people service, the man, who was about 6'1, had a rather muscular build, with long blonde hair and looked about early 20s, approached her. A Pichu was clinging to the man's shoulder, and it looked like the little mouse wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. The Pichu stared at the woman as Josh smiled politely at her. "Excuse me miss" he began after the smile. "But could you tell me what's going on here at the moment? I'm new to the area, and hadn't heard of any festivals or events being planned here today" he admitted sheepishly, scratching his head.
A blonde guy then went up to her and started asking on what was going on. Eh, figures, the Trainer's School wasn't normally this way, and the event wasn't too publicly announced other than a few scheduling notices here and there. Sizing him up, he looked like a musclebro, despite the mini-Pikachu on his shoulder. He seemed polite enough, though.
Beata started giving musclebro the basic run-down of the event, as well as the thing she was part of. "Oh, we're having a fan meetup for our company. Basically, it a bunch of online entertainers that commentate Pokemon battles unofficially. All these dudes," She pointed out all the other men and women who were signing things and being crowded, "are meeting up with fans from across the globe."
Looking over, there was a teenager who looked pretty hopeful on getting her picture signed. Beata figured it couldn't hurt to sign a few while in the conversation. "One second, bro." The redhead quickly rushed to give a few words to her while signing her picture. Alright, flick, flick, flcik, loo-de-loop... and there! All done. "Alright, see ya later!" She waved goodbye backwards as the conversation restarted. "Alright, I'm back. Sorry about that."
"So, you got any other questions? If you want, I can point you out to anybody you might know or something like tha-" A few of the more impatient fans started stretching their necks out and trying to holler at Beata over the crowd. In her usual trademark fashion, the entertainer got slightly annoyed and started yelling at the hollerers. "I'm having a conversation, goddamn it, just WAIT!" A wave of laughs washed over the crowd as the fans, embarrassed, went back to waiting. "Haha, sorry about that. As I was saying, I can point you out to anybody you might know."
Post by Josh Dragomir on Aug 4, 2014 14:07:56 GMT -5
He nodded a bit, listening as she gave the basic run-down on what was going on. So it was a convention of those folks that streamed themselves talking on video streaming shows and pretended they were important, and somehow got a zombie-like cult following? He had heard a bit about these people before... Mainly from a friend of his back in Kotaku that was obsessed with them, and was, quite frankly, an obsessed drone himself. Of course, at the time Josh was a post-secondary student at KEU, and his head was either buried in psychology studies, or in the clouds thinking of the Pokemon journey that his parent's wishes at the time had robbed him of. So he... Honestly hadn't paid attention to names, just noted the obnoxiousness of many of these... People.
Regardless, he couldn't help but chuckle as she went to go sign for a teenager. At least this one was trying to make people happy with this, the best she could. Despite the profession, he could at least admire that trait about her. Hopefully it was more out of kindness then ego, he thought to himself. He smiled a bit as she returned and casually waved it off with a hand. "Oh, it's alright. I'm the one taking up your time that you meant to be spending with them anyway" he said with a laugh.
The yelling from the crowd had gotten louder, interrupting what she was trying to say next. Josh raised an eyebrow as he looked back at them. What was he thinking about zombies and drones again? Oh, right, now he remembered. He shook his head, and shook it again when she'd respond by yelling. But... He supposed he couldn't blame her all that much, although he hoped she knew what she had signed up for when she came here.
When she spoke again, he only smiled politely. "Nah, I think I get it" he said. "I'm just visiting Kalos for a short trip, heard rumors of Trainers finding items that would help Trainers on their journey in the Kalos Badlands, so I've done some digging. I was just on my way to look at the boat schedules, actually, to see when I can get back to Hoenn" he explained. "Was just passing through and curiosity got the better of me"
"Anyway, miss. You obviously have people waiting for you" he said with a smirk as he looked back at the crowd, then back at her. "I think I've taken up enough of your time. Thanks for the information, I best leave you to your business. It was a pleasure meeting you" he said, smiling a bit. Before he could leave though, Josh would learn a painful lesson about these "drones" and "zombies", including that some could get rather... Creepily overzealous in terms of their favorite Boobtube celebrity. One of them, a man by the looks of it, would suddenly dash through the crowd and grab Beata's bag, roughly shoving and knocking over the self proclaimed "Unofficial Commentator" in the process. For Josh, it was like a light switch had came on and instincts had taken over as he watched just for a second as the man would dash past them with her bag. Josh didn't take long to act as he nodded toward his Pichu.
"Lightning, use Thunder Wave!" Josh suddenly commanded without hesitation. The Pichu would leap off Josh's shoulder and allow his cheeks to spark, before raising his little arms. "Piiii.... Chu!" the little mouse would let out as a small set of blue sparks would fly toward the thief. It would hit him dead on without damaging whatever was in the bag. The man would go down, and Josh would run to catch the Pichu as he fell toward the ground, patting his head as he placed him on his shoulder. How quickly the Pichu had reacted to his Trainer's commands, as well as how quick Josh had been to come to his Pichu's aid as he fell was only a single testament to the bond they shared.
The man was having a hard time moving on the ground, and had dropped the bag. Josh would walk over and pick up the bag, kicking the man until he got up and fled, hobbling as he tried to get the use of all his limbs back. "Cmon, get going" Josh said with a sigh as he let the thief go. Of course, when Beata being robbed had set in for some of the other... Rather overzealous fans, people would start trying to run after the thief, though Josh would wave them off with a hand. "He's learned his lesson, go back to your oogling of internet celebrities" he snarked with a small smile as he watched the man disappear into the alleyways. He would make his way past the crowd, digging through his own bag and fishing out a Pokepuff, one which he would hand to Lightning. The Pichu would happily devour it as he clung to Josh's shoulder, and the blonde made his way back to Beata. He would smile and extend a hand to help her to her feet, after which he handed Beata's bag back to her.
"Don't you know how dangerous the life of a celebrity is?" Josh teased with a playful smile. "You doing alright there?"
One question that may have been asked by some people was though, why Thunder Wave? Sure, Lightning knew Thundershock, and it would have provided a far better lesson then Thunder Wave, but Josh knew that if this woman was some kind of internet sensation, he wouldn't be surprised to find her carrying some sort of electronics. Electronics that would be fried if they had been hit with Thundershock, especially from the surprisingly small yet powerful Pichu with the cute blue bandana hanging on his neck. Thunder Wave, meanwhile, was generally painless, but far more precise and able to stun instead of shock someone. Sure, it didn't teach the thief much of a lesson besides fear of being caught, but sometimes preventing collateral damage is more important. Besides, it was likely he didn't need to shock him to teach him a lesson, he thought. Being caught red-handed and just barely being let off easy would be something he knew would keep our little overzealous offender from trying again anytime soon.
So the conversation went well. Musclebrowas nice enough, and got the basic logistics of the thing before making his way out. Normal enough at the fan meetings, and it was always a pleasure to introduce somebody new to the community. She gave a wave goodbye. "Alright, see you-" And then her purse got snatched and she was knocked to the ground by whatever asshole did it, leaving her stunned more than anything. A gasp resounded among the masses, and she tried to regain her senses as musclebro did... something with his Pichu. Thunder Wave, it sounded like. Currently, though, she was too busy allowing her anger to flow at somebody stealing her shit. The last time that happened was in high school, andshe left the bitch with ten missing teeth and broken ribs. Nobody steals her things, especially in front of her fans! NOBODY!
It sounded like the thief got away, and a few people tried running after him, but musclebro waved them off. Shaking her head, Beata made to get up once more, and was on her knees as musclebro tried to help her up. Her eyes narrowed to the alleyway that people were staring at, and the woman got up to her feet without taking musclebro's hand. "That motherfucker..." Burning with anger, she quickly dashed into a sprint towards the entrance and yanked a Pokeball from her waist, not really caring about who or what saw in favor of taking down a criminal.
Her hand whipped downwards, just smashing the ball to the ground as her Tropius appeared underneath her, and Beata automatically mounted it's back. "NANNERS, LEAF TORNADO THE SHIT OUTTA THAT ALLEY!" Unerring, the grass-type did as ordered, flapping it's wings at a high velocity as air blasted through the narrow area. Debris was scattered immensely as garbage cans flew about haphazardly, clanking and crashing about in between the two buildings. a scream of pain was heard from the dark place, and the Tropius halted it's attack. "We got him, now help me reel him out!"
Beata dismounted Bananners and rushed into the ruined alleyway, garbage and metal scattered everywhere. Meanwhile, the mischievous Tropius stuck it's neck in as she did her work. Looking down at the would-be thief, she gave him a downright angry expression. Smooth digits ran through messy hair before taking a firm grip and yanking, the struggling man being hauled by the battle commentator. Though, she was too busy talking to hear him. To her luck, the one-sided conversation didn't echo as much as it would due to the barricade that Nanners provided. "Hey! Try to steal my bag, did you?! Crazy fan or not, you don't fuck with me, got it?! Teach you to mess with me, ya little..." And then Beata threw his head to the ground before stomping on his face multiple times in fury. A nosebleed and black eye commenced, and he gurgled for her to stop. Once she was done, she yanked the back of his shirt instead.
"Sorry, Nanners, but you'll have ta keep this trash up while I get the cops. Hold him for a sec, K?" She lifted his full body weight to Tropius as it took hold of his shirt, the man struggling to get away and to regain limb control. Pulling out her phone, the girl kneed him in the groin multiple times as the phone rang for the police, and he stopped struggling in favor of wincing and holding his lower regions weakly. "Hello, is this the Santalune Police? Yeah, I'm over at 59th and Flabebe Road. Some guy tried to steal my purse, but I was able to subdue him with my Pokemon. Yes. Yes. There are multiple witnesses. Thank you." She hung up. Looking at the situation, it was better than she thought it would be. Pokemon were used to stop criminals all the time, police or not. Besides, they probably heard the garbage bin crashing, so it looked like THAT would be the reason for his messed up face, not her own personal stomping. Giving a grim smile before returning to a vaguely neutral expression, Beata and Bananners returned to the crowd, the hanging criminal also facing them.
"Hey guys, sorry about that. Yeah, this type of stuff can happen. I've already called the police, so there's that. Er..." She moved to one of the elder members of the company. "Hey, does the fan meet keep going, or...?" The answer was 'no, until the police came.' Understandable. Nodding, she returned to talking. "Yeah, I think the meeting is over until the cops come. Sorry guys." Murmurs went through the dispersing crowd, some of them being indignation towards the thief, some of them caring about the welfare of the company members, with Beata being a popular name in the crowd. Very few of disappointment, though. Still, it was pretty sad for something to end like this, so Beata felt pretty bad about the event going to dust. Looking towards musclebro, who helped out with the thief in the first place, she approached him. "Hey, man, sorry about that... I didn't know it was going to happen." She was much more solemn in her tone, and Tropius gave a noise of apologies as well. "Thanks for catching him, your Pichu was amazing. I'd love to battle you sometime. Tomorrow or something, maybe?"
Post by Josh Dragomir on Aug 5, 2014 3:09:41 GMT -5
I wonder, is that why she's called Beata, for beating the crap out of overzealous fans? Regardless, Josh knew her plans the minute she sent out the Tropius and went after the thief after angrily rejecting his help. As the chaos of the crowd exploded around him, Josh would casually sit on the bench and open two cans of soda pop he'd been saving for a hot day. He put straws in both, let Lightning climb down onto the bench, then hand a can to the Pichu. The both of them would sip their sugary drinks while they watched the going-ons around them; waiting for someone to come like the police.
Soon enough, the girl would re-emerge. So would the police. He left her alone until she approached him, to which he smiled at her apology.
"No harm done, shit happens" he answered with a casual shrug. "A battle would be lovely though. I suppose I could put off leaving for you, for at least another day" he said with a teasing wink. "I'll go check into the hotel and let myself my Lightning rest after the day that we've had" he said. A large dig and a thief catch in the same day? Exhausting work. And he needed the rest.
He would write something down on a piece of parchment and hand it to her, a personal cell number most likely. "I don't usually give people my number, but you're a special case" he joked with a smirk. "Feel free to call when you're set for our battle"
Musclebro gots her a number! Neat. Beata planned to battle the guy with what little skill that she had, as an apology for the horrendous fan meet ending if anything. Her day had brightened up, even if it was a little bit. her optimistic thoughts were interrupted by the blaring siren of the Santalune police, however, and she had to resume on professional business as they started questioning her as well as other witnesses to the event. _________________________________________
The sun shined down on the public battle area, where a certain redhead was sipping on a chocolate smoothie with a smartphone in her free hand. Fingers ran across the screen as Pokemon information flew by. Pumbloom and Bananners appeared on the screen as profiles, and after them, were her own personal trainer records. Aquamarine eyes glanced at the time at the top of the smartphone. ...3:26 PM. Eh, she'd arrived like fifteen minutes early to the agreed time, so it wasn't too much for him to get there at around half past three.
Remembering the Pichu, the Blumenkranz heir pondered on what was a good Pokemon to bring to the fight. Nanners seems like it could go one-to-one with that Pichu, but so did Pumbloom. What other Pokemon did he have? Musclebro seemed like the type for fire and electric types, now that she thought about what his job was. If the former came up, then Nanners was probably gonna have a bad time. She nodded to herself and decided that Pumbloom was the better choice to go with. Worse comes to worse, he has a ghost types, and an excruciating use of Astonish should do the trick.
She exited the team app and entered the internet. Now, to see if she was in the local news, as well as how many people blew up her email on what had happened. Probably a few overly-righteous chumps getting real angry too... A huff escaped her lips. Social justice or not, nobody but nobody stole her stuff without getting away with it. Grumble, grumble... click, click, click.
Post by Josh Dragomir on Aug 8, 2014 23:34:32 GMT -5
The afternoon sun was shining, the time had been arranged, and Josh was up and ready. After a good breakfast and lunch, and ample time to prepare and strategize, Josh was there right on time. He looked around until he found who he was looking for, yes, the big celebrity lady. You would think that someone coming in to battle a big-time celebrity or whatever would be excited, nervous, butterflies in their stomach, overjoyed to battle one of those famous people. Josh? Nah. He had little idea who she was, so maybe that contributed to it, but all Josh was thinking about was the battle. He'd already picked the perfect Pokemon for the job. This little guy had been doing well lately, he hoped that with a little more training, this one could be a great addition to his team.
He walked over to Beata and smiled a bit, giving a casual wave. "Afternoon, sweetcheeks" he chirped playfully with a teasing smirk. He seemed to be in a chipper mood at least. And he definitely wasn't treating her like some stuck-up celebrity... Maybe that was a good thing.
