[Video/Action for Violet City]

[yoctogram]

[The video is a little shaky for a moment, then settles down. There is a small pile of clothing in the middle of the street on top of the burnt remnants of the bed that Belphe's Snorlax busted, safely away from everything else, and encircled by five out of Sho's six pokemon. Sho, himself, is also visible with his black hand counting out beats before the Flareon gets pointed at.]

[He gleefully sets the pile of clothing on fire, which leads to the rest of the team; two Eevees, a Liepard in a black hat, a pissy looking Luxray, and the Flareon hopping back into position, beginning a backwards and forwards moving circle dance around the cheerfully burning clothing.]

[Sho is cackling like the madman that he really is and calling the count of the dance. The sharp of eye may have noticed, before the clothing went up, that it was all very distressingly boring, female clothing.]

Comments

[yoctogram]

[Ya get called a lunatic often enough and it just...sort of starts to go past you.]

...I thought that was setting a house on fire.

[lieutenantantichrist]

It's setting anything on fire!

[Blake's eyes dart around for a fire hydrant or something, but it looks like this goddamn insane world isn't up to code- wait, this goddamn insane world has other things instead.]

[He pulls out a pokeball and calls out his Octillery]

All right, squid, make yourself useful and play firehose!

[Rachel isn't thrilled about that phrasing, but she aims a lazy stream of water at the fire anyway. Don't say she never did anything for you.]

[yoctogram]

[Well. The Flareon looks miserable, the Luxray...continues to look like it wants to shank everyone repeatedly so that's pretty normal, the Liepard managed to dodge and the Eevees? They're just as happy to play in the water as they were to dance!]

[Sho, however, looks rather put out]

What was that for? The fire was under control, you zetta interfering yoctogram!

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake crosses his arms and looks pleased with himself. Somebody's fun is ruined, his job is well done.]

If you set fires in public, somebody has to put them out.

[His brow furrows]

What did you just call me?

[Usually that'd be pissed off, but in this special case, he's genuinely confused.]