usedsuperpower: (mightbeinterest)
[Stitch is in a tent in Ilex forest, snuggled up in his sleeping bag. Don't ask how he got the tent. Despite the clouds of vapor steaming from his mouth, he appears to be rather comfortable]

Network! Question for you.

Where you from?

Stitch want exact location. Quadrant, section, area and planet name. No vague answers!
usedsuperpower: (Default)
[Network! Have a sound similar to this, only much louder and faster, blasted right into your ear!]

SHREEEEK

SHREEEEK

SHREEEEK

SHREEEEK

SHREEEEK


[Is that.. laughter? Listen closely and you migt hear laughter through the godforsaken screeching.]

SHREEEeeeeuwik?

[Oh thank god it stopped]

Good, good. Shut up now. [A short snicker follows the muffled voice, and that's all before the feed ends.]
usedsuperpower: (Default)
[The feed cuts in focused on Thing the Hoppip who is gliding around looking derpy, like she's been doing all the time the past couple of weeks. A Sentret is fruitlessly jumping for her, flailing about with its tail and puny arms, trying to strike Thing. It's not going very well]

[The view flips around, coming to rest on the blue haired, all-black eyed artificial being with anger management-issues we all know we love. For once, he isn't screaming into the 'Gear how lovel- OHGODWHATISTHIS?!]

[Oh, Stitch smiled. A MONSTROUS not very friendly-looking SHARK-TOOTHED smile.]


I trained stupid Thing. Look.

[He aims the camera at Thing again, who is still floating along out of the Sentret's reach.]

DO THAT PURPLE STUFF!

[Lo and behold, the Derppip reacts and a thick purple cloud of spores exudes from the leaves on Thing's head, slowly descending onto the Sentret.]

See. She listen to me. And isn't useless anymore.
Look now.

[The view shifts and shuffles as he walks closer to the Sentret, then zooms in on it.]

[The quite one-sided battle goes on, with the camera focused on the Sentret all the while.]

[First, it just looks tired... Then its movements go sluggish. And after a few agonizing minutes, it collapses on the ground.]
usedsuperpower: (watisthisidonteven)
[Who is holding the 'Gear? It can't be Stitch cause he is walking. (He seems to have grown accustomed to his new long legs by the way) Oh, it must be his Derppip. And now Stitch is giving the camera a death glare.]

Stop that.

[When the Hoppip doesn't stop and just keeps recording its trainers grumpy face, Stitch mutters on.]

You shouldn't be able to carry that. You just stay afloat on the air due to the air currents, and that thing is too heavy to be lifted by the wind. Holding it should make you drop to the ground.

[He stares at Thing, expecting it to do exactly that. Since he just informed the Hoppip of it's limitations, it ought to realize it and then suddenly crash down.]

[When it doesn't, Stitch sighs.]


Yeah, keep defying this planet's physics, do that...

[They keep going, and the view floats pleasantly around showing either Stitch or the surroundings. By the looks of it, they're in Cherrygrove! Fantastic.]


HAAAAAAARGHGR!



[The sudden outburst's lack of warning makes the 'Gear-holder wobble, and the view shakes uncontrollably untill it finally falls down, reaching the ground with a violent THUMP and some lines of static.]

[Something green obscures the view, and the 'Gear has a hard time focusing on it. It's too close dammit!]


Oh shit, what... what the... shit- what is... fuck!

[It's Stitch's voice... and he sounds truly horrified.]

[The blurry greenness that covered the screen moves away. Seems like it was one of Thing's leaves, or whatever those things on its head are. Said Hoppip woobles its way over to Stitch, the usual smile replaced with an O: -face of surprise. In fact, of you squint it might even look little worried.]

[For all of you in Cherrygrove who can see Stitch, he is staring at his own reflection in the PokéMart window.]
usedsuperpower: (Grrr)
[Everybody who hears this are recommended to keep their 'Gear at least at a two meter distance, or turn down the volume to the second to lowest level]

RAARGHSHITFUCKARGHR!

JUMBA!

JUMBA YOU FU- WHAT'S THIS PLANET? HOW YOU SEND ME HERE?

ANSWER!!
I KNOW THIS IS YOUR NUMBER!

YOU CAN'T...- RAAARGHAASRRAAH!

[The rest is just unintelligible rage-ing. Wait a few minutes, he'll be right back]

[. . .]

[As the video-feature starts up, all you can see is black. Only blackness. Very shiny blackness. If you look closer you can almost see... some kind of net?]


Stupid human technology...

[The camera shifts a little as Stitch adjust the zoom, and finally you can see his face, instead of an incredible close-up of his eye. He is sitting on the ground, and the 'Gear appears to be doing that as well. Suddenly being tall freaks him out a little, but other than that he seems to have adjusted well to his new human form]

[He opens his mouth to speak, but before he has a chance to say anything, he is interrupted by a joyous Hoppip lightly colliding with the side of his head. It's smiling and it... looks quite braindead. In fact, its expression is somewhat similar to a Ditto's]

Hrngh!

[He furiously shoos the Hoppip away and it bounces out of view, keeping that stupid smile plastered to its face all the while]

That! [Frantic pointing to something off-screen. He is almost quite certainly reffering to the Hoppip]
What is it? Why it follow me?

[He lets out an exasperated grumble and then mutters something unintelligible, complete with a facepalm that clearly says 'I can't believe this']

Is this Earth?

[He grumbles this through his fingers, as his hand is still attached to his face]
[His hand glides listlessy off his face and lands on his knee. He then sighs, reaches for the 'Gear and the feed cuts out]

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