Lightning Farron

--I said stop that.

[Well. Someone sounds a little angry today, doesn't she? Lightning's not exactly known for her easy-going nature, but she's calmed down a lot here in Johto. Except it doesn't seem that way from the tone of her voice.

But at least the growling isn't her. No, that growling belongs to the Shinx who just happens to be chewing on the gear, keeping the feed in blackness until Spark pulls it free of his mouth and starts a bit of a Pokésquabble. This does let anyone watching see that Lightning has a cloth over her arm and is chasing Odin around, the horse prancing and...yep. Dancing around to avoid her. He seems amused, though, especially after she tosses the cloth over his back. It's a saddle blanket, and it's supposed to stay on, but Odin's not having any of it. Nope, he's just running away so quickly it falls to the ground and leaves Lightning in the dust. Amused horse is amused and...almost laughing.

Yep. A laughing horse. It apparently does happen, but Lightning is most certainly not amused. She's just picking up the saddle blanket and trying again. And again. And again. And each time, Odin just runs away and ditches the blanket, leaving Lightning shaking her head while Shinx and Spark continue to tussle, hitting the gear and ending the feed without her noticing it was even on.]

( Private to Rise )

[It's fairly late at night when the feed clicks on, and the first thing anyone listening to this would be able to hear is some rather tightly controlled breathing. Someone is not pleased right now.]

What the hell is going on? This is not Gran Pulse, that person was not my mother and this...thing--[She's cut off by the whinny of a Ponyta here, and it doesn't seem any happier then she is.] is starting to remind me of Odin.

[She sighs, and if anyone here knows the voice, they might recognize that sound as a warning to run for the hills. Light isn't happy.]

I must have hit my head in that last fight or something... [And with that, the feed clicks off.]