[Network] Little red light's universal for recording, right? Guys? Hello?
[A concerned young man in what might be armor peers out onto the network. Must be new arrival day in New Bark.]
Shiro, Pidge, Lance, any of you guys out there? It's Hunk.
I'm okay, I think, but good news and bad news. Bad news is, I lost the Yellow Lion. I've got no idea where that wormhole spit me out, there's at least one human here but she's crazy and locked me out, a-a-a-and if this thing is actually a communicator I've got no idea who or where it's actually broadcasting to.
Good news is... there's. There's no good news, sorry.
[There's a low, gravelly rumble from somewhere off-screen. Hunk freezes just a little, eyes darting to one side like he's trying to look over his shoulder without actually turning his head.]
...oh. And there's this. Boulder rhino thing following me. ...It's kind of terrifying. Like a lot.
[Action] -and that should be good to just simmer for a while.
[It's evening on the early routes of Johto, and Hunk has managed to procure, from somewhere in New Bark, a camping pot; currently full of bubbling, aromatic liquid.]
[A Rhyhorn is settled down opposite Hunk, eyeing the pot dully.]
Not my best work, but considering what's available it should be pretty good. Too bad we couldn't find any wild tubers, I MISS potatoes. But once we reach town we'll really be able to- hey, hey!
[Earlier fear forgotten, Hunk swats at the Rhyhorn with a ladle as it steps forward to try dipping its massive snout into the pot.]
Not til it's done, dude! It's a stew, you gotta let it reduce for the flavors to really blend. Trust me.
[The Rhyhorn lets out a disgruntled rumble of a growl, but settles back down.]
Don't gimme that, dude, I'm waiting too. ...Fine, here. Have a Berry, I'm not sure what else to do with these yet.
Hunk | Voltron: Legendary Defender
Little red light's universal for recording, right? Guys? Hello?
[A concerned young man in what might be armor peers out onto the network. Must be new arrival day in New Bark.]
Shiro, Pidge, Lance, any of you guys out there? It's Hunk.
I'm okay, I think, but good news and bad news. Bad news is, I lost the Yellow Lion. I've got no idea where that wormhole spit me out, there's at least one human here but she's crazy and locked me out, a-a-a-and if this thing is actually a communicator I've got no idea who or where it's actually broadcasting to.
Good news is... there's. There's no good news, sorry.
[There's a low, gravelly rumble from somewhere off-screen. Hunk freezes just a little, eyes darting to one side like he's trying to look over his shoulder without actually turning his head.]
...oh. And there's this. Boulder rhino thing following me. ...It's kind of terrifying. Like a lot.
[Action]
-and that should be good to just simmer for a while.
[It's evening on the early routes of Johto, and Hunk has managed to procure, from somewhere in New Bark, a camping pot; currently full of bubbling, aromatic liquid.]
[A Rhyhorn is settled down opposite Hunk, eyeing the pot dully.]
Not my best work, but considering what's available it should be pretty good. Too bad we couldn't find any wild tubers, I MISS potatoes. But once we reach town we'll really be able to- hey, hey!
[Earlier fear forgotten, Hunk swats at the Rhyhorn with a ladle as it steps forward to try dipping its massive snout into the pot.]
Not til it's done, dude! It's a stew, you gotta let it reduce for the flavors to really blend. Trust me.
[The Rhyhorn lets out a disgruntled rumble of a growl, but settles back down.]
Don't gimme that, dude, I'm waiting too. ...Fine, here. Have a Berry, I'm not sure what else to do with these yet.