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15th roar [ video ]
[ The feed clicks on, and at first, it's dizzying as the view goes up, and down, and up, and down, and up, and down, and up...
Until Strike impatiently snatches the gear away from Pogo the Spoink, holding it steady this time. There seems to be an odd fascination for the pokemon over this kind of display, as a few of Leon's team and most of Yuffie's are assembled to watch, the former relatively more used to it than the latter. The pair themselves are facing off, both in loose training clothes despite the brisk morning, though Yuffie is looking comparatively worse for wear. Apparently, if her whining is anything to go by, mornings don't agree with her.
Leon either doesn't notice or doesn't care, because he beckons her forward anyway. She rushes him fast but halfheartedly, blows that he dodges with the ease of long practice. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. ]
Faster.
[ Yuffie rolls her eyes, but obeys. Her kick flies to Leon's head, and he barely dodges it before more punches and kicks roll in. She's definitely fast, but her heart's still not in it, and while that may not be apparent to the audience, it's certainly apparent to Leon. He barks at her to move faster, smoother. Her strikes are rising in speed and accuracy, but, presumably out of habit, Leon only has mild difficulty blocking them as they come. Judging from the knitting of his brows, this isn't making him any happier. He lets her try to hit him for a few moments before sweeping a leg under her in a neat, precise arc.
She doesn't fall. She just fluidly lets herself tumble, agilely rolling back to her feet in the next instant. They're both still now. She's frowning at him, obviously annoyed. ]
C'mon, Leon, there's no point to this.
The point is to keep you on your toes. You don't have your weapons and you can't teleport out of danger here. You're rusty.
[ The dig makes her tighten her mouth and narrow her eyes. Leon stands this time, and beckons again. Third time's the charm, as it were. ]
I'm not rusty. I'm a ninja—the best one there is!
Then show me.
[ Yuffie surges forward. If she's lost the magic that allowed her to cross a battlefield with a thought, it certainly doesn't show. She's purposely running circles around Leon, strikes never hitting, always deflecting at the last moment to slide into the next movement. She's probably trying to embarrass him if her grin is anything to go by; if he minds, he's not letting anything show. Her body never stops, bending like water. Leon has all but given up on blocking her strikes now, since most of them have come and gone by the time he's raised his arms.
The assault doesn't last longer than a couple of minutes, however—Yuffie's flame quickly fizzles out. As she grinds to a halt in front of him, doubling over with her hands on her knees, Leon's gaze is appreciative. She grins up at him. ]
Not rusty.
...Slightly less rusty than I thought.
[ It's a very mild assessment, but Leon's never been one for pointless niceties. He glances to the side, at Strike, still holding the 'gear. His eyes flash disapprovingly. ]
Turn that off.
[ Strike lowers the camera, giving viewers an abrupt eyeful of long spring grass. ]
Now, again.
What? Again?!
[ The gear is off. ]
[[ ooc: Yuffie used with permission. ♥ ]]
Until Strike impatiently snatches the gear away from Pogo the Spoink, holding it steady this time. There seems to be an odd fascination for the pokemon over this kind of display, as a few of Leon's team and most of Yuffie's are assembled to watch, the former relatively more used to it than the latter. The pair themselves are facing off, both in loose training clothes despite the brisk morning, though Yuffie is looking comparatively worse for wear. Apparently, if her whining is anything to go by, mornings don't agree with her.
Leon either doesn't notice or doesn't care, because he beckons her forward anyway. She rushes him fast but halfheartedly, blows that he dodges with the ease of long practice. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. ]
Faster.
[ Yuffie rolls her eyes, but obeys. Her kick flies to Leon's head, and he barely dodges it before more punches and kicks roll in. She's definitely fast, but her heart's still not in it, and while that may not be apparent to the audience, it's certainly apparent to Leon. He barks at her to move faster, smoother. Her strikes are rising in speed and accuracy, but, presumably out of habit, Leon only has mild difficulty blocking them as they come. Judging from the knitting of his brows, this isn't making him any happier. He lets her try to hit him for a few moments before sweeping a leg under her in a neat, precise arc.
She doesn't fall. She just fluidly lets herself tumble, agilely rolling back to her feet in the next instant. They're both still now. She's frowning at him, obviously annoyed. ]
C'mon, Leon, there's no point to this.
The point is to keep you on your toes. You don't have your weapons and you can't teleport out of danger here. You're rusty.
[ The dig makes her tighten her mouth and narrow her eyes. Leon stands this time, and beckons again. Third time's the charm, as it were. ]
I'm not rusty. I'm a ninja—the best one there is!
Then show me.
[ Yuffie surges forward. If she's lost the magic that allowed her to cross a battlefield with a thought, it certainly doesn't show. She's purposely running circles around Leon, strikes never hitting, always deflecting at the last moment to slide into the next movement. She's probably trying to embarrass him if her grin is anything to go by; if he minds, he's not letting anything show. Her body never stops, bending like water. Leon has all but given up on blocking her strikes now, since most of them have come and gone by the time he's raised his arms.
The assault doesn't last longer than a couple of minutes, however—Yuffie's flame quickly fizzles out. As she grinds to a halt in front of him, doubling over with her hands on her knees, Leon's gaze is appreciative. She grins up at him. ]
Not rusty.
...Slightly less rusty than I thought.
[ It's a very mild assessment, but Leon's never been one for pointless niceties. He glances to the side, at Strike, still holding the 'gear. His eyes flash disapprovingly. ]
Turn that off.
[ Strike lowers the camera, giving viewers an abrupt eyeful of long spring grass. ]
Now, again.
What? Again?!
[ The gear is off. ]
[[ ooc: Yuffie used with permission. ♥ ]]
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Are you serious? [Eyebrow going up] So... is this one of those... different world thingies again? Because really, seeing a grown up version of my son who's calling himself Leon Leonhart is really weird.
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[ Pause. ] What?
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Yeah. ...not that he'd... believe me if I told him right now. His memories are mostly gone of his home world.
[He really didn't want to have another, Squall, I'm your father, moment again.]
...uh, guess it's not the same for you then?
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No, I'm from a completely different world.
[ He almost adds 'I never knew my father', but he reminds himself he doesn't know this man. ]
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[Sheeeepish grin here.]
Well, allow me to introduce myself! I'm Laguna Loire.
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[ Leon? Polite and respectful? Crazy. ] Have you been in Johto long?
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Nah, just got here a few days ago actually. Just about to get into Cherrygrove, really.
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[ What's next, calling you 'dad'? ]
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[Ffff, no. That'd just be weird.]
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Wat.]
YOU'RE LEON'S DAD?!?!?!?!?
[Okay, barring that it's like, completely impossible and can't have happened THIS IS LEON'S DAD OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.
Dude, does this me I get a partner in trolling Leon? ;;][Video]
Whoa! ...uh, no, apparently... not! Uh... sorry for the confusion!
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Hey! HEY! You can't just be let off the hook like that after calling someone your son! How do you survive with someone like him? Was he always grumpy as a kid? Ever smile? Ever not train someone until they're on their last legs? Did he always want to be a huge beefcake for all the ~ladies~ when he was a kid?
[Confusion? WHAT CONFUSION! 8D Sorry Laguna, but you're stuck being Leon's dad in her mind.]
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[Nor does he actually even know Squall as a kid. So. >>]
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Are you sure? Like 'sure' sure?
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Ooooooh. I think I get it now. He looks like some guy you know, but just has the same name and all.
[Which is actually a little disheartening to hear, but hey, she'll cope.]
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[Action] since they are together
[Just kinda gonna slide over and innocently going to give a bicep a little squeeze.]
Mister Macho Man. Muscles, muscles everywhere. Able to lift a Steelix-thing with a single push, or whatever.
...Not to mention be a lady magnet. [Are her eyebrows wiggling? Nope, it's just your imagination.]
[Action] ...i was seconds away from editing that orz
I wasn't always like this. [ She might remember his skinny-bag-of-bones phase. ] And I'm not a--'lady magnet'.
[Action] Awww, sorry x3
Yeah, yeah sure. I'm pretty sure there's probably some pretty lady out there in Johto that likes you.
[A beat.] Gotta be. Since there ain't any at home.
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There isn't. [ Here, or at home.
Except sort of. It's complicated.] And there definitely doesn't 'have to be'.[Action]
Hey, at least you were a cute kid!] Awwww, come on. Have some fun! Maybe you'll lighten up if you find someone. You know, smile more. And lay off the dumb training... [Muttermutterwhine.]
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