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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.]]
[action]
Not really. It was going to end up out in the open eventually, I just would have preferred it didn't happen like this.
[Lineface over at Raichu. Not entirely her fault, but still....]
[action]
Leon reaches up and helps Light push away a few strands of hair, but resists the temptation to kiss her again; it would feel strange, now. His expression is gentle, though. ]
I'm glad. [ That she isn't unhappy to have their relationship exposed. ]
Why don't we get out of here?
[ Fresh air. Sounds like a plan, especially when there are more messages pinging the 'gear. ]
[action]
Yeah.
[A glance at the still pinging gear, then up at him.]
You might want to shut that off if you want any peace and quiet, though. They're not going to stop anytime soon.
[action]
As they exit the gym, he feels a bit emboldened--doesn't mind the whole world knowing, does she?--and gently reaches out to twine their fingers. In public, even. ]
[action]
He's never been one for public displays of affection, so catches her off guard, especially since she expected him to pull away after this spectacle. But, since he doesn't, she simply twines her fingers with his and steps a little closer to him. Maybe it was good this happened. Maybe.]