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[And today, Johto, you are being treated to a video from inside a house that should be at least vaguely familiar to those of you who started out your Pokémon JourneyTM from New Bark Town. The camera seems to be set up on the kitchen table, tilted back to show a couple of people sitting at said table, a couple of cups of some steaming drink between them. Tea, perhaps.
This would be Tokiomi Tohsaka, just chilling in the kitchen with Mom. You know. As you do.
She looks vaguely strained, like she's just itching to try to push him outside - she can't have him getting a late start, that won't do at all. In the meantime, while Tokiomi looks more or less calm, it's obvious that he's a bit weary for what probably amounts to "a whole mess of reasons."]
As much as I don't appreciate what you've done in bringing me here, whomever you are, let's start with the basics. Whatever suggestion you've given this woman to make her believe she's a member of my family...if it isn't removed within the next ten minutes, I'll ensure that the necessary steps are taken to hold you accountable for your actions.
[He smiles a bit after that; the expression is a confident one, but it isn't cruel. It's almost amiable, really, if we ignore the vague threats full of vagueness that he's throwing around.]
Following that, we can discuss my return to Fuyuki City. You're rather bold, but I trust you understand that trifling with the Tohsaka family isn't something to be undertaken lightly; the sooner that these requests are met, the more likely I'll be to forgive.
[And after that's out there, Tokiomi will just be reaching out and...attempting to...turn off the ggggggGGGGGGGGOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, what in the world did he even do to produce that noise -
Though he recovers quickly enough from the sheer amount of startling that got, you'll have to forgive him for a moment while he simply linefaces at that low-pitched cacophony he's somehow horribly broken his Gear into producing. As far as he's concerned, the noise is best described as "really damn awful"; as far as modern audiences are concerned, the noise is probably best described as "dubstep," but to each their own.]
That's likely not a good sign, is it...
[Whether it is or not, Mom doesn't seem too inclined to be helpful over there, offering what sounds like a quiet "Do you need a replacement for that, dear...?" in the background before the video feed finally shuts off.]
This would be Tokiomi Tohsaka, just chilling in the kitchen with Mom. You know. As you do.
She looks vaguely strained, like she's just itching to try to push him outside - she can't have him getting a late start, that won't do at all. In the meantime, while Tokiomi looks more or less calm, it's obvious that he's a bit weary for what probably amounts to "a whole mess of reasons."]
As much as I don't appreciate what you've done in bringing me here, whomever you are, let's start with the basics. Whatever suggestion you've given this woman to make her believe she's a member of my family...if it isn't removed within the next ten minutes, I'll ensure that the necessary steps are taken to hold you accountable for your actions.
[He smiles a bit after that; the expression is a confident one, but it isn't cruel. It's almost amiable, really, if we ignore the vague threats full of vagueness that he's throwing around.]
Following that, we can discuss my return to Fuyuki City. You're rather bold, but I trust you understand that trifling with the Tohsaka family isn't something to be undertaken lightly; the sooner that these requests are met, the more likely I'll be to forgive.
[And after that's out there, Tokiomi will just be reaching out and...attempting to...turn off the ggggggGGGGGGGGOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, what in the world did he even do to produce that noise -
Though he recovers quickly enough from the sheer amount of startling that got, you'll have to forgive him for a moment while he simply linefaces at that low-pitched cacophony he's somehow horribly broken his Gear into producing. As far as he's concerned, the noise is best described as "really damn awful"; as far as modern audiences are concerned, the noise is probably best described as "dubstep," but to each their own.]
That's likely not a good sign, is it...
[Whether it is or not, Mom doesn't seem too inclined to be helpful over there, offering what sounds like a quiet "Do you need a replacement for that, dear...?" in the background before the video feed finally shuts off.]
