Thought one: again, she should have brought a flier.
Thought two: if this was a TV show, this would be the perfect place for a freeze frame followed by a disembodied voice-over going something akin to “Now, you are probably wondering how I got here…”. What could she say? Lash had always liked those kinds of shows. Yet, when they had set out to the crater following a lead that a time-space-distortion was active there, she had not expected to star in one.
But then again, those things were always volatile, rare, and likely to, well, de-spawn at a moment’s notice, for lack of a better word. Hence, she had mounted her Lycanrock and rushed in, regardless of a lack of preparation and scouting. Granted, that was kind of how she had gotten stuck in this form to begin with. But she had seen when climbing that mountain that doing it properly could just get you stuck watching it disperse – oh, that word was indeed better – right in front of you.
And she wasn’t going to let this happen again. Hence, the rushing in. Her Rock-type Ride was deftly manoeuvring through the jungle, seeing that familiar atmospheric flicker in the distance, dodging geysers here, there and everywhere. This was not a gentle place, so they had both come here with game-face on. Being someone with a lot of experience with Pokemon, Lash made sure to direct her own to dodge wild ones.
For the most part. After all, she didn’t know every single Pokemon yet. So, when Lycanroc hopped from one branch of a strange tree-like rock formation to the next and things started to shake, they briefly stopped, thinking it was an earthquake or something. Staying put and holding onto something was a viable thing to do in such a situation.
Less so when you were holding onto a living rocket ship. But they only realized that when it was already taking off, carrying them with upwards, skywards. Lycanroc frantically scrambled to dig its claws into the smooth metal somehow, as Lash held onto it for dear life.
Because, well, that was what she did. And hence, the freeze-frame. Captured probably when the Cele-Rocket passed by a not-rocket woman riding her breviary in mid-air. But Lash didn’t quite notice that. She had her eyes closed for the sake of protection against wind resistance. And absolutely no other reason whatsoever.
Alexei Ivanov Guillermo Marceliño Elinor Andersonprompt: cele-rocket