☘ 063; [video]
[We come today to the streets of Saffron City--a bustling cityscape, perhaps the heart of Kanto itself. Or at least one of the lungs, if we're going to include Cealdon too.]
[Look, the Lucario holding the Pokegear is no David Attenboldore, so you'll have to use your imagination on that one. His name is Tyrfing, and he's taken it upon himself to document the anachronism walking the streets chasing after a skittering Kabuto. An anachronism in loose-fitting white clothes, with scruffy blue hair and bright red eyes.]
...?
[A seven-year old anachronism who finally catches up to the Kabuto and scoops it up to hold it at arm's length, tilting his head like he doesn't know what it is or what to do with it. He frowns, tilts it to one side...]
[...and opens a mouth full of too-sharp teeth to bite its shell. Judging by the way he almost immediately dropped the poor scrambling creature in favor of slapping both hands over his mouth, the Kabuto was the one that emerged victorious from that encounter.]
[This episode of Planet Johto concludes with a streak of complaints in a long-dead dialect of what sounded kind of like Irish Gaelic, and a brief flash of an eyerolling Lucario.]
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[Look, the Lucario holding the Pokegear is no David Attenboldore, so you'll have to use your imagination on that one. His name is Tyrfing, and he's taken it upon himself to document the anachronism walking the streets chasing after a skittering Kabuto. An anachronism in loose-fitting white clothes, with scruffy blue hair and bright red eyes.]
...?
[A seven-year old anachronism who finally catches up to the Kabuto and scoops it up to hold it at arm's length, tilting his head like he doesn't know what it is or what to do with it. He frowns, tilts it to one side...]
[...and opens a mouth full of too-sharp teeth to bite its shell. Judging by the way he almost immediately dropped the poor scrambling creature in favor of slapping both hands over his mouth, the Kabuto was the one that emerged victorious from that encounter.]
[This episode of Planet Johto concludes with a streak of complaints in a long-dead dialect of what sounded kind of like Irish Gaelic, and a brief flash of an eyerolling Lucario.]
[(responses from
puppyofulster as soon as i dust off the journal)]