twelfth fault; video/action for saffron

[comeatmibro]

[ 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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[ripped]

[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.

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[comeatmibro]

[ 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. ]

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[ripped]

[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.]

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[comeatmibro]

[ 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!