[Travellers on the road today might run into a rather unique spectacle. The man by the road is almost impossibly large. Not just tall, he's broad to boot in a manner that might easily be intimidating were it not for the hesitant, uncertain aura that seems to hang heavily around him.
Back home, Randel has marched down tanks, gunfire and grenades, all of which have left their mark on him. Here, however, his quarry is of a different sort. One he has far less experience dealing with.
(even if the lantern worked, it probably wouldn't help him with this)
On the grass in front of him sits an azurill. Even for azurills, she is small; a small round mouse-thing with a tail as big as her, behind which she is currently hiding.]
Uhm.
[The little azurill regards him with her big, watery blue eyes before breaking out in loud, heart-breaking crying, that immediately has Randel's eyes widening in alarm, his large, gloved hands opening and closing fruitlessly.]
Ah, no! Please don't--
[What should he do?]
B. video
[Randel doesn't frequently make these sort of entries. But today, he has a problem. One that he cannot solve himself.
He's learned by now to set the gear far back enough that even his enormous bulk can be captured by the tiny camera. Today, it's focused on his upper body, the reason for which becomes very clear when Randel raises one of his arms. Lets just say it is a good thing that the coat he wears is pretty thick because there is a small Rockruff hanging from his forearm, teeth buried deep in the fabric, a chirpy little growl emanating from it.
Though... it doesn't seem to be an aggressive move, not judging by how it is furiously wagging its tail. Could this be-- Is it trying to play?]
Randel Oland | Pumpkin Scissors
[Travellers on the road today might run into a rather unique spectacle. The man by the road is almost impossibly large. Not just tall, he's broad to boot in a manner that might easily be intimidating were it not for the hesitant, uncertain aura that seems to hang heavily around him.
Back home, Randel has marched down tanks, gunfire and grenades, all of which have left their mark on him. Here, however, his quarry is of a different sort. One he has far less experience dealing with.
(even if the lantern worked, it probably wouldn't help him with this)
On the grass in front of him sits an azurill. Even for azurills, she is small; a small round mouse-thing with a tail as big as her, behind which she is currently hiding.]
Uhm.
[The little azurill regards him with her big, watery blue eyes before breaking out in loud, heart-breaking crying, that immediately has Randel's eyes widening in alarm, his large, gloved hands opening and closing fruitlessly.]
Ah, no! Please don't--
[What should he do?]
B. video
[Randel doesn't frequently make these sort of entries. But today, he has a problem. One that he cannot solve himself.
He's learned by now to set the gear far back enough that even his enormous bulk can be captured by the tiny camera. Today, it's focused on his upper body, the reason for which becomes very clear when Randel raises one of his arms. Lets just say it is a good thing that the coat he wears is pretty thick because there is a small Rockruff hanging from his forearm, teeth buried deep in the fabric, a chirpy little growl emanating from it.
Though... it doesn't seem to be an aggressive move, not judging by how it is furiously wagging its tail. Could this be-- Is it trying to play?]
... It won't let go.