Voicemail

Mar. 21st, 2035 02:23 pm
fourwayconnection: (potmeister) (If the world would stop letting me)
Yo, this is Kirikou! Can't chat right now, but leave a message, I'll hit you up later. Cya!

[Beep!]

fourwayconnection: (selfparody) (Word to the wise:)
Aight, raise your hand if you've heard of Elvis. Or Little Richard. Or Chuck Berry. If you haven't, either you're freakin' lying and I'm calling you out on it or you're from another world so you're excused.

Anyway! They're all forms of rock and roll. Now, if you didn't know, the totally awesome inventor of that was this badass chick named Rosetta Tharpe. Seriously, she made, like, the first rock and roll record, was super popular, all that. She inspired all those guys up there, everyone's popularity combined throughout the ages made it a big thing, and there you go. Music genre.

[That is probably not exactly how it works, but Kirikou is a simple kid.]

But that's how it is in my world. Here, they still have rock and roll- I know, I've seen the CDs and all that- and it's probably in a lot of other people's worlds too. How's that happened? Did it just come around in a completely different way, like different recipes for the same thing? Or are there, like, alternate universe Rosetta Tharpes?

I dunno, just thinkin'.
fourwayconnection: (punmeister) (He kept saying the best defense)
Yo! So, that New Years party from a couple weeks back got me thinking.

[Kirikou seems pretty settled, if slightly annoyed, as he pets a Solrock that's decided the perfect place to put its rocky and spiny little self is right in his lap.]

I'm not going to pretend to understand how language in this freakin' place works, or ask anyone else to try and explain it to me because I still won't understand, but I am curious about something.

What kind of language do you speak back home? Anyone speak French or Brazilian Portuguese?
fourwayconnection: (potmeister) (Everybody was literally kung fu)
HOW THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A COLD FOR TWO WEEKS!?!?

[And a good morning to you too, Johto and Kanto! You wanted a teenage boy yelling at the top of his lungs, right? Yeah. To be fair- he seems to be yelling at someone off screen.]

OH, THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S BECAUSE YOU NEVER SIT DOWN AND GET ANY FRIGGIN' REST! STOP CLEANING THE HOUSE, MAKA, OR I WILL COME OVER THERE AND

KICK

YOUR

ASS!

[With that, he turns back to the Pokegear and starts speaking in a normal person indoor voice.]

So that's the situation. My friend over here has some sort of complex, I don't even know- I'm almost positive she didn't calm down when the hurricane was in full effect, so now she's sick but not listening to Doctor Rung's orders of "knock that shit off". How the hell is the nerd of our group of friends just as stupid as the actual stupid guys?

Anyone have any advice for how to make her lay down already that doesn't involve me roundhouse kicking her in the head and into unconsciousness? Alternatively- if anyone is in Olivine, I swear I will literally pay you to come over here and help me confiscate her Pokemon, force her into bed, and tie her down.

Seriously, this is getting ridiculous.
fourwayconnection: (punmeister) (He kept saying the best defense)
Alright, random question for everyone now that Mother Nature is no longer trying to drown all of us with vigor.

[Kirikou is on Olivine's beach as he sends this out onto the network, a Houndoom and a Growlithe flopped over him. Hell yes to being on the beach again.]

If you had types like Pokemon, what would you be?

It's just something that randomly occurred to me while I was waiting out the rain. Me and my friend Maka have already talked about it for ourselves and the people we know.

I figured I was psychic-fighting. Back home, I'd what you'd call the heavy hitter of my team. This relates sorta to my fighting thing, but also to why I'm psychic type or at least I'd say so. See, back home, if you have the right soul and the right know-how, you can resonate your soul with someone else and it makes you stronger. Most people can only do it with one person if the circumstances are right, but there are people with flexible souls who can resonate with anybody and I'm basically one of those types. I can even do it with multiple people- basically one in a billion sort of thing.

[That's a blind estimate. He's just simply never heard of such a thing happening to his extent besides him.]

So.... Yeah, what's your type or what you think it'd be, and why? Let's get some conversation going up here.
fourwayconnection: (selfparody) (I'm drunk on a Monday night.)
Jeez, and just when I thought things were calming down...

[The kid who comes up on the screen of the 'Gear looks to be around 15 or so, squinting a little from behind a pair of square glasses before he sighs.]

Okay so this obviously isn't Nevada, let alone Death City, so can anyone help me out? If this is broadcasting like it should, anyway... I'm Kirikou Rung from the DWMA and part of the Spartoi. [Does that even matter now??? oh well, gonna say it anyway.] I tried to call the rest of my team but man is this thing useless. I can't get a hold of Kid either...

If anyone sees a pair of little kids- they're twins with short blond hair and caps. Their names are Fire and Thunder. If anyone sees 'em, lemme know. I don't know how they got separated from me, but it's important I find them again, okay? They're my responsibility.

[He looks like he's about to hang up while a curious Doduo starts to poke its heads into the screen, only for him to pause.]

Oh yeah, and there's a lady here in this town who's either brainwashed or needs her meds. Someone should look into that or something.

[NOW he hangs up.]
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