[ if you happen to be moving through the frozen tundra that is Monsun, you may notice a strange, glove-shaped hat, peeking out from behind a large rock. The hat is firmly iced over, and the little fingers that are visible beyond the protection of the rock look like they're blue, and...swollen. And painful.
Even with that being said, her eyes brightly absorb the environment Not terribly far from her large, stoney protector, is a woolly mammoth-- large, and in charge, but not interested in her.
Luna, however, is overwhelmed. She can't stop grinning from ear to ear, whispering words to...someone? Something? That walks around the corner slowly, keeping it's icy white body between the child and the monster, far out of reach. ]
C'mon, Nina-- he's not charging at us! Maybe he can help me? He looks pretty warm, too-- ouch! [ Luna yelps when "Nina" nips at her arm bitterly. Obviously, the answer here is no. Despite that being the case, Luna still grins, and pulls her body back from the rock as far as it'll go, tugging, and tugging--
But...it looks like her hands are stuck to the rock. She sighs, sticking her tongue out of her mouth a little. ] Guess I'm gonna have to get creative with this, huh...?
+ can't let it go +
[ in a frozen clearing, where the storms have died down and the bitter chill remains, Luna stands proudly, focused on the scene before her. Snowmen line up aggresively in front of her-- and when talking to them resulted in her body almost being covered in a thick layer of dense snow, Incineroar came to her beck and call. They stand close to one another, with the large wrestling pokemon roaring it's demands in a language that the snowgoons can't understand.
Luna, for that matter, is not fluent-- but she does know one thing. This situation? Is dangerous. She exhales, a soft sound with a cloudy, frozen puff following it. ]
Kitten, are you ready? We need to take these guys out and find help...or other people who need help. You're all we've got! [ the pokemon roars, flexing it's broad chest outward and burning the cold air around them. ] That's the spirit! Fire Fang!
[ at her command, the large creature dives at the snowgoons-- before they have much of an opportunity to decide what they'd like to do, Incineroar burns through them all head first, leaving puddles of water and broken snowmen in his wake. The snowmen back up and begin to disperse, but it's a slow process.
Luna waits, moving close to where Incineroar ended his fire-spree. Let them run if they need to.
What would he do?
She grins. ] He'd probably go crazy on all of them...probably. But we're going to let them decide if they want some more of you, Kitten!
[ when she looks up...they're all gone, aside from the remains of the offending snowmen who looked at Luna the wrong way.
Luna | Pokemon Sun and Moon, The Game.
[ if you happen to be moving through the frozen tundra that is Monsun, you may notice a strange, glove-shaped hat, peeking out from behind a large rock. The hat is firmly iced over, and the little fingers that are visible beyond the protection of the rock look like they're blue, and...swollen. And painful.
Even with that being said, her eyes brightly absorb the environment Not terribly far from her large, stoney protector, is a woolly mammoth-- large, and in charge, but not interested in her.
Luna, however, is overwhelmed. She can't stop grinning from ear to ear, whispering words to...someone? Something? That walks around the corner slowly, keeping it's icy white body between the child and the monster, far out of reach. ]
C'mon, Nina-- he's not charging at us! Maybe he can help me? He looks pretty warm, too-- ouch! [ Luna yelps when "Nina" nips at her arm bitterly. Obviously, the answer here is no. Despite that being the case, Luna still grins, and pulls her body back from the rock as far as it'll go, tugging, and tugging--
But...it looks like her hands are stuck to the rock. She sighs, sticking her tongue out of her mouth a little. ] Guess I'm gonna have to get creative with this, huh...?
[ in a frozen clearing, where the storms have died down and the bitter chill remains, Luna stands proudly, focused on the scene before her. Snowmen line up aggresively in front of her-- and when talking to them resulted in her body almost being covered in a thick layer of dense snow, Incineroar came to her beck and call. They stand close to one another, with the large wrestling pokemon roaring it's demands in a language that the snowgoons can't understand.
Luna, for that matter, is not fluent-- but she does know one thing. This situation? Is dangerous. She exhales, a soft sound with a cloudy, frozen puff following it. ]
Kitten, are you ready? We need to take these guys out and find help...or other people who need help. You're all we've got! [ the pokemon roars, flexing it's broad chest outward and burning the cold air around them. ] That's the spirit! Fire Fang!
[ at her command, the large creature dives at the snowgoons-- before they have much of an opportunity to decide what they'd like to do, Incineroar burns through them all head first, leaving puddles of water and broken snowmen in his wake. The snowmen back up and begin to disperse, but it's a slow process.
Luna waits, moving close to where Incineroar ended his fire-spree. Let them run if they need to.
What would he do?
She grins. ] He'd probably go crazy on all of them...probably. But we're going to let them decide if they want some more of you, Kitten!
[ when she looks up...they're all gone, aside from the remains of the offending snowmen who looked at Luna the wrong way.
Safe, for now. ]