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☘ 019; [video]
[Dropped to the ground of Route 34 not far from Goldenrod, the video showed an oddly tilted view of Lancer with his Venomoth at his side, currently facing a group of very angry Krabby.]
[That tends to happen when a trainer provokes the hell out of them looking for a way to challenge his already overleveled Pokemon. Oops.]
C'mon, then. Let's have a little fun. [The insect darted forward, and the next few moments were a rush of motion, snapping claws, fluttering wings, and one Lancer swatting at a few of them with a fishing pole. Until...]
[Snip.]
[In a moment, without warning or indication. The atmosphere changed drastically. The wild Krabby that had leapt up to attack the fishing rod wielding Trainer had instead caught half of a blue ponytail in its claw. The air had become tangibly heavy with absolute shock, and everything from the wild Krabby to Lancer himself had fallen uttelrly still save only for the wingbeats of a Venomoth.]
[That signature blue hair was now several inches shorter.]
[And the look on Lancer's face--an absolute look of horrified shock turning to sudden snarling anger--suggested this meant far more than a simple cosmetic change.]
Fragarach, PSYBEAM!
[In response to her Trainer's sudden rage, the sudden psychic distortion in the air was apparently strong enough to knock out the video feed.]
[That tends to happen when a trainer provokes the hell out of them looking for a way to challenge his already overleveled Pokemon. Oops.]
C'mon, then. Let's have a little fun. [The insect darted forward, and the next few moments were a rush of motion, snapping claws, fluttering wings, and one Lancer swatting at a few of them with a fishing pole. Until...]
[Snip.]
[In a moment, without warning or indication. The atmosphere changed drastically. The wild Krabby that had leapt up to attack the fishing rod wielding Trainer had instead caught half of a blue ponytail in its claw. The air had become tangibly heavy with absolute shock, and everything from the wild Krabby to Lancer himself had fallen uttelrly still save only for the wingbeats of a Venomoth.]
[That signature blue hair was now several inches shorter.]
[And the look on Lancer's face--an absolute look of horrified shock turning to sudden snarling anger--suggested this meant far more than a simple cosmetic change.]
Fragarach, PSYBEAM!
[In response to her Trainer's sudden rage, the sudden psychic distortion in the air was apparently strong enough to knock out the video feed.]
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text; that's not even the right lancer, seiba
text; didn't you know? seiba collects all the lancers....
text; #swag
text; one night she forgot to turn her #swag off and woke up covered in puppies
action; and not the fluffy adorable kind
[He is trippin' fire-types.]
So where we headed?
action; they were hounds that smell faintly of liquor
Anywhere. [ A dormant Saber is not a good one and she's been restless the past few days. Ever since Merlin's fall into his coma and the feeling that she's utterly hopeless without some direction. ] Not too far since there are things that will take place here soon that I should help tend to.
[ Masquerades and all!! ]
My apologies for this coming out of nowhere.
action; or rather strongly of it
[He smiled at that, feeling a little less angry and miserable now that he'd had a little time to cool off. He was still upset, sure, but it was harder to think of it as the end of the world with a distraction readily available.]
action; ... touche
Agreed. Shall we leave then?