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yanginthere) wrote2016-05-18 08:52 pm
yanginthere) wrote2016-05-18 08:52 pm
Round 4 - more like Yang Xiao *Mom* [back-dated to 5/12]
[ It's early. The feed started off abruptly. There's dust and haze obscuring the edges of the scene, and it's not easy to recognize this as the inside of the Goldenrod Gym. It's a lot like watching a firestorm in the middle of a desert. This is no natural event; this is a rough and tumble Pokémon battle, and those who have battled Whitney likely remember her team, even if they haven't seen Yang's in action.
The gym leader was sweating bullets. Her team was worn down and the woman recording this isn't showing any mercy. In fact, she's laughing and carrying on, having a good time with her team. Yang has taught her children well and it's paying off.
Wait. Children? Yang may well be the eldest of those in her traveling group (or at least, she acts like it) but she's never sounded quite this mature before. Fired up, too, as she's shouting with gusto. ]
Dusty! bring it on home! They've got enough sand in their eyes, it's time to finish this. [ The brown blur of a bird zipped back toward her and disappeared in a flash of light. Yang tossed one of her PokéBalls out. A wave of golden fur split into nine tails is all that can be seen until Yang herself stepped aside to get a shot of the arena again. ]
What's a show without some fireworks, right? Let's show the people at home how we do this, Fluffy. Light. Them. UP! [ The Ninetales walked forward gracefully. The very air around her shimmered with the heat building up. The name doesn't pack much of a punch, but the flames would do all the talking anyhow. Soon there was nothing to be seen but a raging inferno, leaving the other team vaguely singed and thoroughly exhausted; a total knock-out. ]
Heh. Nailed it!
[ Yang turned the camera back to herself and pushed down the shades protecting her eyes. There are lines on her face that are out of place. Light wrinkling and scars from a lifetime of fighting and laughing that haven't passed for her yet. Her hair is somehow even unrulier. There's no mistaking that confident grin of hers, though, or the way her violet eyes glimmer in the light. Older or not, Yang was riding high on the back of her crew's victory. ]
THAT ... was the most fun I've had with one of these gym battles. [ She looked away briefly, and waved her free hand. ] Good game, Whitney! Maybe we'll do this again sometime? [ Yang frowned a moment at the girl's reaction and murmured under her breath. ] Well, not if she's going to be like that...
[ She cleared her throat, right back to grinning. ] So. Anyway. It's too early to celebrate, but maaaybe I'll get something to drink later tonight. [ Yang pushed her sunglasses up into her hair. ] If any ladies want to join in, I definitely wouldn't say no.
[ Yang winked for the camera; her parting shot before ending the broadcast. ]
((OOC: replies will come fromburndownforwhat & action threads can go in this log for anyone that catches her as she leaves the gym, or any other date during the age swap event!))
The gym leader was sweating bullets. Her team was worn down and the woman recording this isn't showing any mercy. In fact, she's laughing and carrying on, having a good time with her team. Yang has taught her children well and it's paying off.
Wait. Children? Yang may well be the eldest of those in her traveling group (or at least, she acts like it) but she's never sounded quite this mature before. Fired up, too, as she's shouting with gusto. ]
Dusty! bring it on home! They've got enough sand in their eyes, it's time to finish this. [ The brown blur of a bird zipped back toward her and disappeared in a flash of light. Yang tossed one of her PokéBalls out. A wave of golden fur split into nine tails is all that can be seen until Yang herself stepped aside to get a shot of the arena again. ]
What's a show without some fireworks, right? Let's show the people at home how we do this, Fluffy. Light. Them. UP! [ The Ninetales walked forward gracefully. The very air around her shimmered with the heat building up. The name doesn't pack much of a punch, but the flames would do all the talking anyhow. Soon there was nothing to be seen but a raging inferno, leaving the other team vaguely singed and thoroughly exhausted; a total knock-out. ]
Heh. Nailed it!
[ Yang turned the camera back to herself and pushed down the shades protecting her eyes. There are lines on her face that are out of place. Light wrinkling and scars from a lifetime of fighting and laughing that haven't passed for her yet. Her hair is somehow even unrulier. There's no mistaking that confident grin of hers, though, or the way her violet eyes glimmer in the light. Older or not, Yang was riding high on the back of her crew's victory. ]
THAT ... was the most fun I've had with one of these gym battles. [ She looked away briefly, and waved her free hand. ] Good game, Whitney! Maybe we'll do this again sometime? [ Yang frowned a moment at the girl's reaction and murmured under her breath. ] Well, not if she's going to be like that...
[ She cleared her throat, right back to grinning. ] So. Anyway. It's too early to celebrate, but maaaybe I'll get something to drink later tonight. [ Yang pushed her sunglasses up into her hair. ] If any ladies want to join in, I definitely wouldn't say no.
[ Yang winked for the camera; her parting shot before ending the broadcast. ]
((OOC: replies will come from
burndownforwhat & action threads can go in this log for anyone that catches her as she leaves the gym, or any other date during the age swap event!))
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You're all big now! Go see in a mirror. Or, or take a selfie. You're really pretty.
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[ Yang ends the connection to go do exactly that. Though she's gone a few minutes longer than expected because she had to go take care of some Feelings surrounding looking more and more like the image she had in her mind of her mom before dialing that back and dialing Dave back all smiles again. ]
Wow, you were right! I'm hot stuff. I bet I could bench like, three of me. [ Apparently humility went out the window a few metaphysical years ago. Oops. ]
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Pro'lly. So you could bench, like...ten of me.
[He thinks about it, and then, with all the self-preservation Junior Ectobiologist John saw fit to grant him, says:]
Wonder how far you could throw me.
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[ She grinned. ] —but we'll have to work on your landing strategy before I try something like that.