Elvis has posted a video! He carefully sets down his phone and backs up, giving a nod and a spin while snapping his fingers at the viewer. He's wearing his classic flashy getup plus a trainer's hat and backback.
"Woah mama watch me show this horsey my moves." He says in his sauve classic Elvis voice, before doing another spin to turn and walk towards the herd, his houndstone Snoopy sits and watches the show.
The ponyta eye him warily but do not run as he puts up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Woah mama horseys, let's bond hummina hummina."
The shiny Ponyta breaks away from the herd, approaching while huffing and puffing as it stomps a hoof on the ground. In return, Evis pulls out a microphone from his pocket and starts to sing.
"Woah mama, a little less fight and a little more spark, close your mouth and open your heart."
The Ponyta pauses, ears going from flat against its head to forward and listening. The other Ponyta snort and look at each other.
Elvis points at the horse with a grin, "When I first saw you with your sparkling mane so tender, my heart was captured, my soul surrendered hummina hummina."
The Ponyta visibly relaxes and whinnies gently, taking a few steps towards The King of Rock.
Elvis does a final spin with a flourish, singing again, "Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go. You have made my life complete, and I love you so."
The Ponyta whinnies again, now within petting distance. Elvis gently reaches up and hand and strokes the nose of the creature before the video automatically ends.]
Roto-Leak! CCTV Footage. ((for real this time...))
This footage is surprisingly clear! The library must actually have a good budget (or perhaps they have things that they're afraid of someone stealing...?)
The video blinks into existence overlooking an empty library. At least... it looks empty at first glance...
... Right up until a shape stirs in the darkest corner. It's Doomi! She's grinning to herself and holding her mouth shut (Probably so that she doesn't give away her position with a giggle.) A lone phone sits on the table in front of a comfortable looking beanbag chair. The chair has a noticeable indent in it, like someone had used it for a long period of time very recently.
There's a faint sound of creaking stairs as someone makes their way up, and Shilo peeks into frame. Rin is on her head and also looking around and sniffing at the air. (Seems like cameras don't pick up illusions.) Shilo's posture is slouched and tense, remaining on the defensive as she snaps her head up-down-left-right, every direction; it's a wonder she didn't make herself dizzy. She even takes a moment to sniff the air herself a few times. (She likely did not smell anything but old paper.)
Doomi tenses up in response to Shilo's arrival. Her grin widening as she crouches and advances forward, trying to step as lightly as possible. Just as she gets close, Rin turns her head and growls. In response Shilo whips around, arms flailing straight out and smacking Doomi.
"Ouch!" Doomi yelps, putting her hand to her cheek.
Shilo's eyes flick to the exit, but Doomi is blocking the most direct path. She seems to be trying to take a fighting stance, but is obviously terrified as she takes a few steps back.
"I- I'm sorry please don't tell anyone I'm here!"
Doomi rubs her cheek a little, looking at her hand to check for blood.
"Ha! It's alright, you're pretty weak actually."
"Oh."
"Good taste by the way!" She points at a book on the floor. "I left it where you dropped it, It's one of my favorites!"
Shilo tilts her head but doesn't respond.
"Oh also I kept your phone safe. Also I talked to some of the people on your blog! It was fun!"
"You went on my blog?" Shilo swaps from frightened to angry in an instant.
"Oh now now, don't you worry. I didn't pretend to be you, I just visited a little! Plus I didn't have anyone to contact to find you! How else was I to know who to sneak up on?"
Shilo glares daggers at the girl.
"It was fun! We should be friends, then I can visit them again!"
"What??" Shilo takes a step back.
"Oh!" Doomi says suddenly, not paying attention to the other girl's body language at all, "By the way, Pokemon centers have free beds trainers can use y'know?" She points at the chair "That thing'll give you neck cramps! Trust me I know... I forget to sleep and pass out on those things mid book a lot."
Shilo's eyes turn to the floor, "I'm not a trainer..." She pauses, and then quickly adds, "Yet!"
"Oh???" Doomi bounces from foot to foot. "I just started a little bit ago! I can help you get registered! Y'can't travel alone without a Pokemon afterall, and there aren't any roads to Professor Rowans lab!" She grins.
"You're a trainer?" Shilo perks up a little.
"Yeah! I only have my Misdreavus right now... But I'll catch more as we go!"
"... May I see it?"
"Oh!!! Yeah sure!" She bounces and happily flaps her hands before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a classic styled Pokeball. "Come out and play Witchie!"
An arc of light shines from the ball as Doomi opens it, beaming onto the floor before expanding into the shape of a Misdreavus. It then fades out, the little ghost floating where the light once was.
"Driii?" It trills as floats to Shilo, circling her and examining her. Shilo's posture relaxes almost instantly as she reaches out. The Misdreavous trills once more before gently grabbing at the girls fingers in a gesture of friendship.
"Awwww she likes you!"
Shilo smiles a little. "That's... Good, um, she's cool..."
"Well c'mon!"
Shilo stares back in confusion.
"There's no time to waste friend! The sooner you're a trainer the sooner we can battle! I really wanted a rival like in those battle simulation rpgs..."
Without waiting for Shilo's response, Doomi grabs her hand and runs down the stairs, and presumably, out of the library.
Message: Got a little too worked up while I was out and wanted to make a video for you 😘
[The camera opens on his face. It's his normal human face, nothing different about it. Behind him are several clothes on hangers. He puts a finger to his lips and winks. As the camera turns and pans down it's clear he's in a dressing room and standing in front of a full body mirror. The camera focuses on a top down view of his crotch.
It's bulging in what looks like a new pair of pants. He gropes himself momentarily before unzipping and pulling out his fully hard cock. The camera is held in such a way that his cock's reflection can be seen in the mirror.
He begins to stroke it, slow at first, lifting it up towards the camera and back down again, his foreskin moving back and forth to cover and uncover the head. He grabs the base and squeezes lightly, shaking it in his hand.
Then he starts to stroke with more earnest. A soft moan escapes him. His hand stops again near the head and he bucks his hips into it, his cock tapping the glass and leaving a wet spot as he starts to leak pre.
Back to stroking himself and trying to keep quiet. He mostly succeeds save for the few quiet moans and soft grunts, an occasional softly muttered 'fuck yeah'.
There's a knock on the door that startles him with a gasp and a voice out of frame. "Everything okay in there sir?"
"Ah yeah! Sorry, almost done." The amount of pre drooling out of his cock was evidence enough of that. He waits until he can't hear footsteps to start again. "That was close, hm?"
His hips start to jerk again and his breath hitches, another soft moan escaping as his cock twitches and throbs and he cums on the mirror, catching the reflection doing the same until it's covered in cum slowly dripping down it's surface as he gives a relieved sigh, his hand languidly stroking still and squeezing every last drop, smearing the head against the cum covered mirror.
He lets go of his dick, letting it flop and drool and smears a finger across the mirror to gather some cum. The camera turns back around to his face to catch him sticking it in his mouth with another moan and pulling it out clean. He opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out to reveal the cum on his tongue before swallowing. "Don't worry, I'll clean it up."
Pelipper mail: the "mannequin" in all it's glory. It seems to be made out of paper towels, covering something...? Sitting on a cardboard bust, with a cardboard head.
@psyonicscream
i promised if you made this id record a thing for you and i intend to follow through
Video Post!
Video starts with the "mannequin" thing in center view. A beautiful creation of paper towel and duct tape, wrapped together lovingly to cover the giant jug of cranberry juice, makeshift paper towel tube arms and legs hanging limply at their sides, not bothering to fight the fate it knew was inscribed for it, an emotionless X eyed face staring out into the ether.
The camera pans away and is balanced against something, Shilo backing up and watching the camera to be sure it wouldn't fall over. She looked to be in some sort of old pajamas for the occasion. Craberry juice would probably stain her regular clothes, after all.
Comfortable that the camera wouldnt fall over, she turned to the makeshift creature, sitting and awaiting its end....
Once again he's back and hes finally in different clothes but that same jacket. He seems to have cleaned up for the most part. He is now in his room, phone propped up onto his side table, and he is sitting on the bed.
"You know what? Nothing matters. He is going to enjoy his time away from me and then leave. The problem will solve itself. birdy-- brody, he is going to be no problem of mine. What he does he does. He is over there, I am here. Here?.. there!" He gestures with his hands as usual.
"I am the same motherfucker I became. Who fought through it all. I am a warrior for my self. I don't need anyone. I fight for no one but me. Because at the end of the day - Who will have me?"
He pulls his box of paints out.
"I will paint it out. Music, colors, I will get it out somehow without--"
Suddenly there is a loud sound outside. seems there was a crash and a fight going on. He wont miss this. Off the video goes and he's going outside, in case someones in need of help
