Another one of those weekends.

[ Leon doesn't sound entirely unhappy, mostly just...tired. Resigned. Beside him is Skarmory, looking distracted, but certainly more chipper than her trainer. ]

Don't know how we got to Cianwood, but I decided it'd be best not to let it go to waste. The gym here uses Fighting-type pokémon, so Skarmory didn't have any trouble.

[ Skarmory chirrs, satisfied. Leon scratches her throat absently. He holds up the Storm Badge, watching it glint in the light before tucking it away. ]

She can Fly, now, which means she can carry people on her back. Or she's supposed to.

[ He remembers the last time all too clearly; he'd wound up in the Sprout Tower moat, along with Kay. Luckily, that hadn't been deep, but this was the ocean. And Leon can't swim, but he's not sure if he wants to just accounce it publicly. ]

Is there anyone in Cianwood who'd be willing to give Skarmory a test drive? Someone...smaller.

Thanks.

( private text message to Minnie Mouse )

[[ ooc. Sorry for spamming everyone's flists! Leon is looking for someone smaller than he is and ideally WHO CAN SWIM to make sure Skarmory can, in fact, fly safely without killing herself and her passenger! If he can't, he'll have to do it himself. :xa ]]

[ 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. ♥ ]]

[ The video is very brief: it's Leon's room at the inn, which you all might recognize from the last video, if you're paying attention, with one very large discrepancy:

Skarmory is taking up the entire bed, along with a clutch of six. Six gigantic, reflective metal eggs.

She's looking pretty pleased with herself, crooning and cooing over them, occasionally scratching the shells with her beak and trying to simulate brambles, which aren't common around Goldenrod, much less in Leon's bedroom. When the feed turns back to Mr. Lineface, he looks...no, furious isn't the word. It's not upset, either.

He looks...aghast. ]

Quistis. [ Translation: You have so much explaining to do. ] Yours did this, didn't he?

[ Guess who came home from the road only to find the pokemon he'd sent ahead...making a nest? That hooligan King went and knocked up Leon's baby girl pokemon! Disapproving father to the max.

In his rage, he attempted to lock this post to Quistis, but oops, it didn't go through and he didn't bother to fix it. Too much seething, you see. Also: the eggs have all been claimed, so while you can feel free to come lulz, please don't nab an egg unless you're Isa, Sora, Riku, Kay, Daisuke or Lightning. ]

If I forgot anyone, please let me know and I'll add them right away!

( Leon's list )

( Junpei's list )

( Watanuki's list )