“It won’t be it,” he counters, reaching forward to smooth
Alexei Ivanov ’s scarf over a questionably dark mark on the line of his throat. Went a little high on that one, oops.
His smile is light and love and excitement and fear and nerves and everything.
“Stay safe. I love you."--
Alex’s charm is a comforting weight around his neck. Keeping him grounded.
dahlia goode ’s voice in his ear is forceful and somehow dispassionate at the same time. Sharp as the hairline beneath her ponytail.
Gabe’s wings spread out and catch the air, pulling them into as close to a hover as the huge dragon could get.
Elinor Anderson ’s voice is a searing bravado that follows. Fire after ice. Memo squeezes his eyes shut against the faint crackle of static from the zeal and volume of her.
He doesn’t have fond memories of Littleroot and has even less fond memories of the last large-scale mission he took part in. But he’s here, nonetheless. There’s a nauseating sense of deja vu as he feels the way Sibella’s wings thrum against the heated air. That’s one difference, he figures. He has a full, useful team. He feels...
slightly more prepared.
When he opened his eyes again they were filled with resolution, steel. They should be back home, protecting Fortree, but instead, they had to be
here. It was making him angry.
Directly in front of them, on the ground,
Julia Davis and
Kaida Adachi stood near the Primal Point, defending it from Rocket interference. Rocket didn’t seem to be focusing on it overly much, at the moment.
Which made him nervous.
"Don't say that," he cautioned his boyfriend,
"this is going to go much better. It has to." Sibella was flying in loops around them, offering another ring of protection, always in motion-- the first rule to avoid being a moving target.
They were approached by a green-haired girl who seemed to know Alex; as they talked, he couldn’t stop himself from curling his fingers subconsciously over Alex’s far hip, a protective grasp that had absolutely no purpose except making his own hyperstimulated brain feel better.
Once
Shalin Nariya ’d left, Memo leaned out to look over the battlefield.
Almost immediately, he noticed a small figure playing Frogger with incoming fire. He certainly didn’t look like he was having a good time; he wasn’t running away screaming which, Memo figured, was what
most civilians would do when actively charging into a firefight-- but he wasn’t having fun, either.
“I’ll be back,” he says, with a reassuring squeeze of Alex’s hand. He slid back to swing his leg over Gabe’s back and free-fall for a second before Sibella swooped in and caught him, making a quick beeline down towards
Locke Jamison .
“Need a lift?” he asked as Sibella touched down in front of Locke, just in time to see the massive black horse come barreling towards
Kaida Adachi and the Primal Point.
His first priority would always be helping civilians over starting fights. But he couldn’t just stand here and do
nothing. He swung off his bat, stood near Locke, and pointed her forward.
”Focus blast!”sdnKWRF3
Tl;DR
On god yall, why do I do this to myself
Starts on Alex’s
Salamence in the neighborhood of F12 heading west (down the alphabet).
Memo dismounts and hops on his
Noivern to fly down to
Locke Jamison in J-12. He’s looking in the direction of the Primal Point so he sees
Alexandra Briarwood and her Spectrier barreling down towards it.
Dismounts Sibella and orders her forward with a
Focus Blast aimed at
Alexandra Briarwood (specifically Lex and not the horse). The idea is she’ll go forward a little bit, shoot at the horse, and swing back around to catch them.
The
idea is.
