peppermint, micha
he/they
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hearthome city, sinnoh
homiesexual
ig baddie
rocket beast
I can get by the days just fine but the nights, 🌙
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scavenging [infinity]
POSTED ON Sept 5, 2024 23:19:21 GMT
The satellite falls at a steady pace, Neon focusing to pull it to earth and then having to switch gears to keep it from falling too fast. He can see it up there, even at this dsitance. The UI in his helmet locks onto the target, and even swaps image modes to better keep track of it.
He doesn't notice and he probably wouldn't care that something else is awake in the desert. As the satellite closes in, he simply keeps focus, allowing himself to ease the breaks on it's descent. He doesn't expect the full force of a fucking horse to hit him this high up on the mesa. "What the-!" The Satelite freefalls as instinct moves to bounce the Spectrier and it's rider back before his entire spine is crushed.
Little wings flutter in SURPRISE, as Neon is harshly shoved forward, tripping over himself and slamming hard into the dry rock. That's definitely a bruised rib. The ache vibrates his knees and he swore he heard his wrists crack from the impact as he held himself up. Until he realized he was telekinetic and could stand with ease. Psychic power helps lift him to his feet and scoops up a few stray feathers that may have been tossed off. All are pulled into a tight orbit around him as he turned to face his opponent. "I'm sending that thing to the glue factory." he snarled, LED screen reflecting the irritated expression under his helmet.
He swaps vision modes, glaring at the gym leader and his steed. He then eases up a little as he recognizes the gym leader. How unfortunate. He doesn't remember seeing them in Sootopolis or the Petalburg reports, but he does remember their fight on the island. "A rematch? I'm kind of busy here." he said as the blinking light of the satellite drew ever closer to their meeting place. He holds up the few feathers, the bundle shining bright in the moonlight in front of him. Wit ha swipe of his hand he directs the feathers, sending the few that'd fallen racing forward, intent on stabbing either trainer or steed. The result would be the same anyway.
Josh Devlin | 6th anni prompt - surprise
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