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beholdmydemons) wrote2014-07-31 09:25 pm
beholdmydemons) wrote2014-07-31 09:25 pm
fifteenth fusion - video (backdated to night of the hurricane)
[Alright. Okay. It's been a hell of a day, Johto, hope you're all still intact. Walter is, though not for lack of trying otherwise - he's drenched, and exhausted, and one of his legs is a giant bruise, but he is alive and currently inside and has something he needs to talk about.]
There were goddamned sharks flying around in the air out there.
[He is half-slumped in a chair in the lobby of a Goldenrod inn, a wet Houndoom collapsed across his lap - in the background, the rattle and howl of the weather outside is still audible, and the view out the window is dark.]
Sharks. You know, the kind with the teeth. Being blown around. [He runs a hand back through his hair.] I thought that was supposed to be fake? But no, there you are, dragging timbers in the driving rain, and you look up and where but into the maw of a giant fish.
What a world this is.
[now if you'll excuse him he needs to go punch lugia or something]
There were goddamned sharks flying around in the air out there.
[He is half-slumped in a chair in the lobby of a Goldenrod inn, a wet Houndoom collapsed across his lap - in the background, the rattle and howl of the weather outside is still audible, and the view out the window is dark.]
Sharks. You know, the kind with the teeth. Being blown around. [He runs a hand back through his hair.] I thought that was supposed to be fake? But no, there you are, dragging timbers in the driving rain, and you look up and where but into the maw of a giant fish.
What a world this is.
[now if you'll excuse him he needs to go punch lugia or something]
video;
AND WITH THAT replies are paused while he gears up and heads out to brave the storm again. He squeezes into the chaos of the Pokemon Center about half an hour later, bundled up, sopping wet, and wearing the younger of his Volcarona like a very fiery cape. The light from her wings fades the moment he steps through the door, and he reaches around to catch her as she slumps in exhaustion.
He heads for a corner out of the way, sitting against the wall and idly scratching the lump of moth curled up in his lap as he looks around for Bertholt. Hopefully he's not already back to work, or he's free for another break.]
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Legs. Too tired. Can't move.]
O-Over here, Walter.
[He's already reaching down into a box next to him for a couple potions for his Volcarona and a dry blanket for Walter.] ...You two okay?