In a trail of fire I'll burn before you bury me

[ 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 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!))

[ (A) Audio : Friday 2/26 ]
Okay so, like, I'm not super into my job but it's not bad. [ Oh, I'm sorry, was there a preamble? Ain't nobody got time for that. Especially not this hyperactive sounding girl. Yang was always brimming with energy, that much isn't new, and it certainly sounds like Yang right now ... if not for a shift in her tone making her sound either entitled, snarky, overly excited, or extremely bored. She turned her attitude around on a dime, never sitting for too long on just one emotion. ]

The problem is that, like, I've got all this energy and nothing really to do with it? Fighting is boring without our Auras, and I can only stand training Pokémon so many hours of the day, y'know?

[ She giggled. ] What I really wanna do, though, is party hard!

Anyone in Goldenrod with ideas on where a girl could get in on that kind of action? If you're cool, we could even hang out or whateverrr~!

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[ (B) Action : Friday 2/26 ]



[ Just because she was complaining about a lack of outlets for her energy, it didn't mean that she had not tried to do everything possible to keep herself entertained. When not at her temp job, Yang was out about the town in her trainer uniform, the most obvious changes to it being that she has her hair tied back and down in a pair of massive ponytails (it's hard to contain dat mane), and on her feet she's got a pair of snazzy new roller skates.

Yang is flitting about the city with her radio blasting some of that upbeat techno or dance music as she was grinding along guard rails or the tops of benches (whether they are occupied or not), weaving in through the crowds (successfully or not), and overall is unable to sit still for more than two seconds. She's got a mischievous glint in her eyes as they look out from behind a pair of pink heart-shaped lenses, and when she isn't yammering on, she's popping bubblegum. Occasionally she has a pair of colored plastic rings with her that she tosses into the air for her Murkrow or Pidgeotto to catch as they swoop down around her.

If something or someone catches her eye, she may just loop around them to get their attention in return, or call out: ] Hey, you! I love your {hair / outfit / Pokémon}! [ Of course, depending on who or what she saw, that could just as easily be followed up with a snarky, back-handed comment. There is no warning for this. ]

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[ (C) Video : Saturday 2/27 ]



[ Today, Yang's in her room, seated on the carpet and dressed down to shorts and a tank top. She isn't concerned with people seeing the green-and-yellow bruises she was sporting thanks to last week's antics. No, the more recent damage was largely to her ego, which has left her frowning thoughtfully at the camera. With her hands in her lap, she lazily rolled a Pokéball back and forth. ]

Ooookay. Where do I even start with this? [ Besides looking like Hell, Yang also waffled between feeling guilty for the previous day's antics, and angry that things happened the way they did. ] Is this sort of thing normal around here? Just ... waking up one day and acting all different? This is the second time and — I gotta say? I'm not a fan.

[ Yang sighed. ] For what it's worth, I wanna say I'm sorry to anyone that talked to me yesterday. That was definitely nothing like me! I was acting like a bi— [ Oops. Language. ] B-iiiit of a. Jerk. [ She taunted two NPC trainers to tears. "Jerk" was an understatement. Yang knowing whose attitude that side of her was influenced by was icing on the disaster cake that is her life right now. ]

Anyway. Uh. Does anyone have experience with apologizing to a Pokémon? I'm pretty sure Dusty — my Pidgeotto — is mad at me thanks to all this. [ Yang stopped rolling the 'ball around and brought it up before her frowning face. So much for encouraging loyalty in her "crew"... ]


((OOC: if you want to skip straight to the fallout portion and want to handwave some kind of negative interaction beforehand, hit me up so we can hash out details! otherwise I'll roll with w/e for starters. ETA 3/5 ponytail references because I'm picky like that! >.>; ))