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Third Broadcast (Accidental Video, action for those on Route 35)
[The feed opens to Cecil and his Pokemon--a Bronzong, a shiny Froakie, and something with white paws holding the Gear--sitting in a clearing somewhere, a collection of lit candles and interesting-looking rocks arranged in front of them in concentric circles, with two eggs in the center of the makeshift ritual circle.
Those who look may be able, in the quickly advancing dark of twilight, to tell that's a Skiddo egg and a Munna egg. Though that might not be immediately obvious, given that they're also covered in various sigils and runes drawn in what appears to be red permanent marker.
Cecil gazes at them with an intensity great that each of his tawny eyes could inspire fear and awe in even the mightiest of beasts. Then, as the white-pawed Pokemon--a female Meowstic--starts banging on the Bronzong and reveling in its resultant hellish chimes, Cecil chants in a guttural and long-dead language, his volume crescendoing until he's practically howling.
One of the eggs cracks, then another.
They awaken.]
Those who look may be able, in the quickly advancing dark of twilight, to tell that's a Skiddo egg and a Munna egg. Though that might not be immediately obvious, given that they're also covered in various sigils and runes drawn in what appears to be red permanent marker.
Cecil gazes at them with an intensity great that each of his tawny eyes could inspire fear and awe in even the mightiest of beasts. Then, as the white-pawed Pokemon--a female Meowstic--starts banging on the Bronzong and reveling in its resultant hellish chimes, Cecil chants in a guttural and long-dead language, his volume crescendoing until he's practically howling.
One of the eggs cracks, then another.
They awaken.]
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[what the heck.]
I don't think...you really need to do that.
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