comeatmibro | twelfth fault; video/action for saffron

[ The feed clicks on to a figure against an almost-black backdrop, a dimly lit silhouette without any sun to light her features. She opens her mouth, right before the sky opens up and boom, boom, booms, like a series of naval cannons. Lightning flashes in the background, illuminating Miyuki and her annoyed expression for a good couple of seconds. She's wet, and her face is bruised, an ugly line down the center of her lower lip.

In the precious moments of brightness, the darkness behind her is also thrown into sharp relief: it's the hulking side of a Torterra, which seems to be moderate shelter from the wind, the occasional shift notwithstanding.

Miyuki speaks loudly to be heard over the rush of rain and the bluster of wind in the microphone of the 'Gear, which still manages to obliterate her words now and then. ]

This really sucks! Kanto wasn't this crappy in the games! If I could Fly in this without getting struck by stupid lightning, I'd just go back to Johto! At least I didn't get all my stuff stolen there!

[ There's another flash of lightning, this one much closer, and she ducks, the 'Gear going up over her head. The Torterra's form is even more brightly lit than last time, the electricity crackling around his shell before it dies out. Miyuki looks a little shaken when she brings the focus back to her face. ]

I'm really glad that worked! [ She gestures over her shoulder. ] I'm on the roof next to the train station! Tank-bro makes a pretty good lightning rod!

Sakura-chan! I hope you're inside somewhere and not an idiot!

[ She seems to be about to say something else, but another solid crack of thunder cuts her off. She shouts something that's mostly drowned out by the wind, but sounds like (if you're listening closely) 'we'll talk later.'

Click. ]

[ Feel free to come find her if you're in Saffron and you're capable. Otherwise, she'll be answering replies to this post on a slight delay. ]

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[Buster, clearly, is a gentleman and a scholar...dragon. Upon reaching the roof, Yorick chatters his gratitude in exchange for the lift and nods somewhat shyly at the much-larger Torterra before trotting a short distance away and holding his bone club aloft, skull-covered head tipped back to regard the thunderclouds above.

Tank-bro is bigger by far, but Yagyuu has always trained Yorick for partnered battles, and so the only thing on his mind is helping out his teammate, even if it means nothing more than the occasional brief respite from getting struck when the lightning rains down.

Meanwhile, Yagyuu's down to business, too, but of an entirely different variety, and when Miyuki jumps down from the roof, he instinctively moves to steady her if she needs it so she doesn't slip on the landing.]

You're both going, then?

[Nero nearly moves to do the exact same gesture, but catches Yagyuu's twitch of motion just fast enough to stop himself. Instead he keeps holding the coat, arms extended still over Yagyuu, one of his shoulders getting pattered with rain.

He looks between them, Miyuki and Yagyuu, and wonders if he's being expected to say something, to do something to stop her. He isn't, because that's hardly practical, not when she's got so many pokemon that could help the people down in the sludge.]

I think Buster can carry us both. [Now his gaze is straight on Miyuki, challenging but earnest.] Might be a bumpy ride, though.

[Of course she's got her own flyers, but come on, Buster's a huge fucking dragon. It makes all the difference.]

[ Truthfully, Miyuki didn't even notice Yagyuu's gentlemanly concern. She might not have noticed Nero's attention, either, if his tone hadn't piqued her interest for reasons she can't put a finger on. (It's the challenge; it prickles at her ears like some kind of spidey sense.)

She looks up, a Pokéball in her hand, and narrows her eyes, first at Nero, then over at Buster. The grin that spreads across her face is wide and girlishly excited. ]

Hell yeah! Er— [ She halts, eyes darting between Yagyuu and Nero. Her brother would have chided her for that. So would Other Father. She's not sure if she's in for more of the same from these two; it's hard to imagine Nero getting on her case for something like that, but then, he does get sort of dad-like sometimes. And Yagyuu might nag at her just to get on her nerves. ]

[Well, the truth is, as loath as he is to just stand back and let Miyuki run off in weather like this without at least attempting an intervention, there isn't really a whole lot he can do about it — particularly not with Nero advocating a completely different course of action, and the fact that he's got no real authority to tell either of them what to do, anyway.

But at least Nero will probably stand a fair chance of keeping Miyuki out of trouble, even if they are both out in danger, and you know what, sometimes that's just got to be enough.

So he'll acquiesce.]

Then be careful.

[His tone pretty clearly conveys the unspoken addition of because this is a really stupid idea.]

[Nero doesn't even think to correct Miyuki--around Nanako, fine, he'd curb his language, but as far as he's concerned Miyuki's grown enough to make her own decisions, and not his responsibility besides. His coat goes back around his shoulders, a little damper than before, but who's counting in this kind of rain? He vaults onto Buster's neck, offering Miyuki a hand up.]

Don't worry, gramps. We'll manage somehow.

[It's hard to miss the air of reproach that clings to Yagyuu's face like a mask. Buster was fine getting up here, wasn't he? And its not like Miyuki is adding a ton of weight. Yagyuu's right in assuming Nero won't let any undue harm come to her if he can help it--but her pokemon are stronger than his in any case, she's just as equipped as, if not more than, any of them.]

[ Pleased enough at having not been reprimanded, and even moreso at suddenly finding herself on the same team with Nero, Miyuki shoots their opponent a gleeful look. ]

And hey, you might wanna get yourself an umbrella, since you're not helping out, Chicken-bro.

[ She turns toward Buster and hesitates at the sight of Nero's hand, but only for a second. She grabs hold and pulls herself up easily with his help, settling right behind him. There's a moment where she debates whether she wants to hold onto him or not, but she's smarter than she is stubborn for once. In this kind of weather, on a dragon this big? She takes fistfuls of Nero's jacket, and if he makes fun of her, one or both of them is going off this dragon, damnit. ]

[He's not about to make fun of her, but he does reach back, one callused hand wrapping around her forearm. None too gently, he disentangles her from his coat and pulls her up front to where she's sitting between his knees. It's as much for his own personal peace of mind as Yagyuu's, since having her behind would be doubly precarious. His arm then slips down around her waist, his wet coat sleeve against her shirt.]

That's better. Don't think Buster's tail is gonna catch you if you fall.

[ She protests only slightly at being manhandled, but she's more concerned with his arm around her than anything. She squirms a little and gives a dramatic sigh, but doesn't actively complain. ]

Like I want your dumb self catching me?

[ Okay, that probably counts as a complaint. ]

[Continuing quite cheerfully:]

Please secure your belongings, and keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. Buster!

[Buster turns so that his back is to the roof, his head out into the void over the street.]

[And then he dives, leaving Yagyuu alone to soak up the rain.]

[ Miyuki shrieks, but the sound is short-lived; it evolves rapidly into ecstatic laughter, and yes, she's hanging onto Nero's arm now. She'll deny it if he mentions it.

Flying never gets old. ]

Whoo!

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