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| [ Well, that splash of water was certainly a shock! And rather well timed, too, considering Izumo hadn't quite realized that he'd been staring at… well, that wasn't important now.
Damn that cat-girl strain. Is she at it again with her scenery warping abilities? Possibly, but that doesn't explain why Izumo's currently soaked. He briefly glances around, noting that there's no sign of the cat. Nor Lieutenant Awashima…nor Anna! But rather than lose his cool and start freaking out over this new scenery before him, Izumo heaves a short sigh and goes to fish his phone from his pocket. Best to call the boys and make sure things are still okay on their end. Maybe one of them has Anna, too.
However, what he finds in his pocket looks vastly different from what he remembers his cel ever looking like. Strange, but he shrugs and flips it open anyway. None of his contacts are listed within, but it doesn't take him long to figure out he can post a network video. The feed quickly connects, and anyone watching will get a view of the blond, his eyes calm behind purple lensed glasses. He smiles, despite his current situation and drenched appearance, as his free hand searches the inner pocket of his cardigan for his pack of smokes. …they're soaked, as well. Figures. His smile wavers slightly as he finally addresses his audience: ]Can anyone spare a cigarette? Or two? Yata, Kamamoto, if you're there call me back. Anna's gone off somewhere. Probably looking for Mikoto. [ His look gets a bit unsure - saddened, perhaps, but still composed. ]She shouldn't be near him right now. She could get hurt. [ The feed ends, but anyone nearby will see the blond attempting to dry his pack of cigarettes with small sparks of fire that seem to spring effortlessly from his fingertips. It's not working too well, though. Hopefully someone will come through with a charitable donation. ] | |
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OH, 1 KNOW!![ Suddenly the video feed turns on, revealing Latula running to somewhere far off from the communicator. She finally stops, stretching her arms high and then throwing her skateboard to the floor, gaining speeding and hoping on it with perfect balance.
Again, she jumps while making her skateboard do a 320º spin flip, and successfully lands on it. Later, all she does is leap on buildings and do super wicked performances that it's hard to believe were ever possible.
Finally, she gets back to the SFC, grabbing it with a proud grin, sliding her shades to the front of her horns, revealing her teal colored eyes.] So, was I good or was I good? | |
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