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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]

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_{[He'd be right there with Walter in the inn if he wasn't volunteering at the Pokecenter to help everyone out there. It was hell getting there when the hurricane hit, and it'd be even worse trying to get back to the hotel later.

If he didn't crash here tonight, that is.

The only reason he's even responding to this though is because the nurses in charge told him to take a break. He's exhausted, and it shows.]}

...It makes me wonder how many of those movies we watched are real now.

Bangirazilla's all suits and miniatures, isn't it? [....isn't it?]

_{[...If a sixty meter titan can exist in his world.]}

...Now I'm not so sure.

[Xing's first reaction upon seeing that video is to quickly warn-]

Stay away from the window as quickly as possible.

[There's a bandage over the left side of his face for a reason, friend, get away from the window...!]

...It doesn't look real in the slightest. Wouldn't discount the possibility, though, if you've seen what some of these creatures can grow to.

[ANYWAYS] How are you holding up over there?

[.....sudden vivid mental image of shark careening through the window. Quick glance over to the window and back.]

Why?

[That is, unfortunately, basically what happened.

He moves the Pokégear over to his room (he's in the Goldenrod Inn too, how coincidental) and opens the door. Walter will see a very messy picture of broken glass sprayed all over the floor, with water pooling on the wooden planks.]

If I didn't capture the Sharpedo, it would most likely still be lying there. [That's what they're called, right? Sharpedos, not 'oh god what the fuck is that why is it flying towards me'. Walter might be able to make the connection between the carnage and that bandage.]

I wouldn't doubt it just from the way some of the titans look. Now that I really think about it, I remember one looking like a person from those weird cartoons with the magic girls in skirts. The eyes were a lot like that.

_{[Kawaii titan.]}

But uh... it's rough. We never had anything like this back home and I've been bitten by at least three terrified pokemon already. I think whenever I'm done here I'm going to sleep like a rock.

...for a moment, I thought I was suffering from hallucinations. [He sighs softly.]

It's... not pleasant.

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One that seems to want to discourage people from going outside for long periods of times.

[Vanellope isn't looking nearly as peppy as she usually might, but she manages a grin for this one.]

I think they're cute, poor guys.

[Atsuro looks rather drained and his smile seems a bit tired, but he still responds almost cheerfully. However, instead of his hat, he have a towel over his head and drying his hair off.]

Yep. Just like in the movie! Maybe someone out there draw inspiration from it?

[And count on Maka to completely ignore the FRICKIN FLYING SHARKS WITH FRICKIN LASER BEAMS for--]

Are you okay? You didn't get bitten, did you?

[Friendly concern, what the hell, Maka.]

[His mind skips over that last part about the eyes and now he's imagining a titan in a tutu.]

Just a few more hours, if the news had it right. Have something to eat, walk around a little. I'll be over soon as I can.

[he's already drenched so NOTHING TO LOSE RIGHT]

Hours?

_{[His entire body screams no as he slumps back against the wall and tilts his head back with enough force for it to make a dull 'thunk'. Hours. Of course.]}

...I hate whatever this is...

How close did you get?

[no] If the jaws really seem so inoffensive to you, I'd have gladly traded places.

Hell from heaven. [As mad as he can get about religion, the phrase is still pretty apt.

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.]

I damn well hope this hasn't happened more than once! [that's not comforting that's just worse.]

...You in one piece?

I think after this, the novelty wears off ooooor the Sharpedoes swam off before any possible storm.

[MAYBE.]

And yep. There's quite a bit of damage over at Fuchsia, but I'm doing what I can to help out.

[He'll take it.]

No, I came away unscathed. By about an inch. [There was also a lot of screaming but he's not going to talk about that part because it wasn't very cool.]

Oh boy...it's been messy over here, too. I'm worried about the Sharpedo getting hurt by crashing into things, but I'm going to guess that they're pretty resilient for now. Does it hurt anywhere? How are your Pokemon?

_{[Luckily he's not! The nice thing about Goldenrod, is there are plenty of volunteers to take his place for the time being. Plus he looks like death on two legs in person - the gear can be flattering! When he spots Walter from the corner, Bertolt lifts a hand in greeting, but he's not budging.

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?

[Jimmy starts a video to respond, but almost immediately he's shoved off screen by a very large, fuzzy moth with her feelers twitching anxiously and her little feet wiggling as she practically scolds the screen with rapid-fire chirps.

SO HI GUESS WHO EVOLVED AND GUESS WHO DOESN'T WANT YOU TO DIE, WALTER. Or get your head ripped off by a flying Shark, as it were.

Eventually Jimmy commandeers the Gear again with Inferno still on the cot next to Jimmy, draped over his legs with her attention still on the Gear. He pets her neck with one hand and holds the device with the other, smiling weakly.]

Yeah, I almost got bowled over by one myself...you alright?

[It seems like Jimmy's inside a tent- a circus tent to be exact- and it's doing a remarkable job of not being ripped away, thanks to the work of many psychics and fire types abusing sunny day to keep everything in tact.]

I took a chance with one of them, only because my Houndoom got on the bad side of one.

[ If you'll notice the table nearby though, there seems to be a scratched up pokeball right beside him. ]

But I've got to admit... flying sharks wasn't something I was expecting.

Hey, hey! I've got my own shark buddy. How do you know he didn't almost take my head off?

You'd think that's at odds with how it's all laid out.

Perhaps it's just being fickle?

[lol well hey there Inferno. Agi's here, too, and drawn by the chittering to peer down into view of the camera - she's just as exhausted as her human, but she's always been a rambunctious little mothling, and no silly storm is going to force her to her metaphorical knees. o9]

Not likely to sleep tonight, but still in one piece. [SMALL BLESSINGS. Then he addresses Inferno.] You, you little beast, I hope you're keeping him company.

[Inferno shifts a bit, chittering softly with her antennae touching the Gear in Jimmy's hands. Yes yes, she's been taking good care of him, shhhhh.

Jimmy laughs, shaking his head a little.]

She did a super good job helping keep the circus tent from getting too damaged by the storm.

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