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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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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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Not like you haven't given as good as you get. That's what happens when people spar.
[Just trying to close that teasing opening now. Best to do so before Fang can jump through it.]
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[ And looking over at Leon ] Sounds like I should be wishin' you good luck. You'll get her. Eventually.
[ That's more a comment on Fang's opinion of Lightning's abilities, rather than of Leon's. ]
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I have, actually. A few times.
[ Okay, mostly she kicks his ass, but whatever, let him have his few, precious victories!
He does end up cracking a tiny smile, though. ]
...not that I'll turn away a little extra luck.
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More than a few, actually. Still, having that extra luck won't go wrong. [Glance at Leon.] Probably going to need it.
[Especially since she mostly does kick his ass, but the number of times he's beaten her has definitely risen above the number of fingers she has to count with. It comes with practice and time, really.]
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You two really do suit each other. Good luck, Sunshine. [ That's to Leon, before her tone becomes one of suppressed laughter. ] Don't tire yourselves out in the morning so much that you can't have a rematch later.
[ And she cuts the connection. You can murder her later. ]