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24th roar [ video ]
[ The feed clicks on and immediately, what captures the attention is the rising and falling sound of foreign music blasting through the Gym. Clair's Gym, to be precise: Leon is taking on his last Gym leader.
Well, 'taking on' is perhaps strong. More like, Clair's Dragonite is in the final throes of agony, wrapped up in Flood's tentacles, heavily poisoned, getting blasted with Ice Beam. From the viewpoint, just over Leon's shoulder, it becomes obvious his Raichu is the culprit here, filming the proceedings with occasional peeping encouragements to her teammate.
Dragonite doesn't last long, and eventually goes slack. Flood's tentacles are suddenly holding nothing more than a vanishing red light. The music dissipates, replaced by the usual victory fanfare. Raichu, as well as Lightning, Sen and Strike in the stands, explode into cheers—or in Lightning's case, soft applause. Leon himself isn't one for overly emotional displays, so Flood gets a few proud pats and a promise of well-earned rest for his trouble.
Raichu leaps down from Leon's shoulder as he collects his HM and prize money. As he turns to make his exit, Lightning strides up, the camera catching on her pleased expression. ]
They did well. You did well.
Thanks.
[ The view is mostly obscured by Raichu's meager height, but Lightning steps in very close and Leon's arms wind around her shoulders and she tilts her chin up--
Goodness.
A moment passes, before the two abruptly break apart, apparently having noticed their audience. As Raichu scrambles back, the camera tilts high enough to catch the two of them looking incredibly uncomfortable. ]
Turn that off.
[ And off it goes. ]
[[ooc: pink is Lightning; tags may come from both of them as soon as Silver gets online. As for me, a busy class schedule means I may have to leave shortly, so don't worry if I disappear.]]
Well, 'taking on' is perhaps strong. More like, Clair's Dragonite is in the final throes of agony, wrapped up in Flood's tentacles, heavily poisoned, getting blasted with Ice Beam. From the viewpoint, just over Leon's shoulder, it becomes obvious his Raichu is the culprit here, filming the proceedings with occasional peeping encouragements to her teammate.
Dragonite doesn't last long, and eventually goes slack. Flood's tentacles are suddenly holding nothing more than a vanishing red light. The music dissipates, replaced by the usual victory fanfare. Raichu, as well as Lightning, Sen and Strike in the stands, explode into cheers—or in Lightning's case, soft applause. Leon himself isn't one for overly emotional displays, so Flood gets a few proud pats and a promise of well-earned rest for his trouble.
Raichu leaps down from Leon's shoulder as he collects his HM and prize money. As he turns to make his exit, Lightning strides up, the camera catching on her pleased expression. ]
They did well. You did well.
Thanks.
[ The view is mostly obscured by Raichu's meager height, but Lightning steps in very close and Leon's arms wind around her shoulders and she tilts her chin up--
Goodness.
A moment passes, before the two abruptly break apart, apparently having noticed their audience. As Raichu scrambles back, the camera tilts high enough to catch the two of them looking incredibly uncomfortable. ]
Turn that off.
[ And off it goes. ]
[[ooc: pink is Lightning; tags may come from both of them as soon as Silver gets online. As for me, a busy class schedule means I may have to leave shortly, so don't worry if I disappear.]]
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Congrats. To both of ya.
[ She knows Lightning will understand, but Leon might not have any idea who she is, so: ] 'm Fang. Promise I'm better behaved than my namesake. [ She's assuming Leon's one of the ones ghost-Fang likes to wake up in the middle of the night. ]
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I'm not sure about that. I named her after you for a reason.
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[ Wait, no, behaving. ] Maybe I'm just happy that you're happy. No teasin' needed.
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[siiiiiigh.] ...Thanks, then. If that's the case.
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[ And they've gone from "absolutely no teasing" to "please tease instead" in a matter of minutes. Poor Lightning. ]
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Hard not to after watching each other's backs for so long.
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That's isn't too difficult, considering. Leon, good to meet you.
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And you. And - hang on, is Light still over your shoulder?
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What is it?
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Was wondering if I get to do for him like you did to Snow. Or if I get to skip that whole conversation rather than mortify you.
[ ...Okay, now she's teasing. But still, a glance to Leon. ] Think it'd be a formality anyway. [ That is a vote of approval. ]
1/3
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DONE
Ball's in Light's court! ]
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I handled that already. You're not going to have to.
[So much for no teasing, eh Fang?]
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You're off the hook then. She does the threatenin' thing better than me anyway.
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She does it better than most. Trust me, I know.
[ She's given him enough bruises to prove it. ]
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I don't see you complaining most mornings. Even when we started you kept coming back for more.
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Considerin' the backhand she gave me when we met... Brave man! Hope she makes it up to you.
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Backhand, huh? That's not so bad. She broke my nose.
[ Admittedly, not upon first meeting, and he sort of deserved it at the time. But still. It's clear by his tone that it's all no harm, no foul now. ]
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