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05 ☣ video/action for route 7
[The feed opens on Buster, glowing. Red looks mildly annoyed, because her marvellous evolution wasn't video-taped. Buster himself is shuffling around, trying to avoid the camera.]
Come on, don't tell me you're getting shy now. I told Nanako she'd get to see.
[Hey, it's a big step in the life of a Bagon! What if his wings are too small? WHAT IF HIS TAIL IS FAT, GUYS. Red says something, probably offensive, which at least gets Buster to stop actively running away. If the bitch can do it, so can he, dammit.
Buster caves and lets the glow settle over him, hunching down as if to pounce. It's clear that under the light the great big cocoon of a shell his body has been hiding in is cracking and peeling, his form doubling, tripling in size—Nero and Red are forced to back up, and finally the wings unfurl, huge red arcs sailing overhead. Nero chuckles, a little breathless, pleased and impressed.
The glow fades, revealing...Buster, bigger, huge, badder, teeth the size of knives, yellow eyes the size of dinner plates and a great big set of horns on either side of his head. And wings. Wings more than big enough to fly on. The remains of his shell are now a hard casing that shields his underside, protecting his belly from threats below. (Also his tail is not fat. In fact, it is muscular and sexy. You know, if you like dragons in that way.)
Buster's first order of business (after checking himself out) is to roar in Red's face. FUCK YOU, BITCH!!!!!!!
Aww yeah, that felt good.]
Hey, not ba—hey!
[The 'gear goes tumbling as Buster then lunges for Nero, snagging his teeth in the young man's jacket and...yanking him up and over the Salamence's broad back. Attack his trainer? More like taking him for a test drive. Nero barely has time to regain his composure before Buster unceremoniously—kind of trips over his own wing okay, you can evolve and look badass but dignity is apparently not included in the package, and—takes off. The last sound is Nero's exhilarated whoop and Red's unhappy snort.
The 'gear lands in the grass and switches off.]
Come on, don't tell me you're getting shy now. I told Nanako she'd get to see.
[Hey, it's a big step in the life of a Bagon! What if his wings are too small? WHAT IF HIS TAIL IS FAT, GUYS. Red says something, probably offensive, which at least gets Buster to stop actively running away. If the bitch can do it, so can he, dammit.
Buster caves and lets the glow settle over him, hunching down as if to pounce. It's clear that under the light the great big cocoon of a shell his body has been hiding in is cracking and peeling, his form doubling, tripling in size—Nero and Red are forced to back up, and finally the wings unfurl, huge red arcs sailing overhead. Nero chuckles, a little breathless, pleased and impressed.
The glow fades, revealing...Buster, bigger, huge, badder, teeth the size of knives, yellow eyes the size of dinner plates and a great big set of horns on either side of his head. And wings. Wings more than big enough to fly on. The remains of his shell are now a hard casing that shields his underside, protecting his belly from threats below. (Also his tail is not fat. In fact, it is muscular and sexy. You know, if you like dragons in that way.)
Buster's first order of business (after checking himself out) is to roar in Red's face. FUCK YOU, BITCH!!!!!!!
Aww yeah, that felt good.]
Hey, not ba—hey!
[The 'gear goes tumbling as Buster then lunges for Nero, snagging his teeth in the young man's jacket and...yanking him up and over the Salamence's broad back. Attack his trainer? More like taking him for a test drive. Nero barely has time to regain his composure before Buster unceremoniously—kind of trips over his own wing okay, you can evolve and look badass but dignity is apparently not included in the package, and—takes off. The last sound is Nero's exhilarated whoop and Red's unhappy snort.
The 'gear lands in the grass and switches off.]
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Nero extends a hand.]
Hell yeah! Come on, it's Buster. Doesn't get any safer than that.
[TRUST HIM, KYRIE. WHAT COULD GO WRONG???]
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He just evolved though. How can you guarantee he can handle the two of us? [ Plus, if it came down to it, she knew Nero would be the one to fall on his ass over her. ] We shouldn't over-exert him.
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[Cue Buster looking positively betrayed.
MISS KYRIE HE HAS ALWAYS HAD YOUR BEST INTERESTS AND PROTECTION AT HEART DON'T YOU TRUST HIM???
Nero beckons her closer again, a smirk playing on his lips.]
C'mon, Kyrie. Don't be scared.
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Buster, come on now. You just now gained wings and you can barely run without tripping on them. [ At least she's approaching the pair now. ] Just a short trip around, alright?
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Aw, cut him some slack. He just needed a minute to get used to it.
[With those words, Nero hoists Kyrie up in front of him on Buster's back, arms wrapping tightly around her middle. Red takes off ahead of them, apparently willing to play safety net this time around. Nero grins just shy of Kyrie's ear.]
You ready?
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You'll keep a good hold on me, right? [ With that, she'll straighten up to nestle against his chest the best she can. ] Just in case Buster here needs to get used to the two of us.
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I won't let you go. Promise.
[He says it with confident earnestness, gathering her close...and gently nudges his heels into Buster's shoulders. The big Salamence draws himself up and heaves himself into the sky in one great leap, letting the ground recede slowly behind.]
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But this was flying. Completely different. ]
Nero--!! [ Yeah, yeah, enjoy that tiny bit of fright and the squeal that comes with surprise. ]
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Look at that view!
[He has to shout over the wind, all of Route 7 stretched out underneath them.]
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Gulping, she gives an enthusiastic nod in return. ]
It's amazing! [ And very very far down. ] How fast do you think we're going?