usaginouke: (determined)
((ooc: Misaki was in such a hurry this morning, he didn't even bother to mark this as filtered to his friends. Also, I'm busy again this weekend, s-so replies will be slow to this and all my other tags too. orz))

Everyone:

I'm going to be heading back to cherrygrove for now. I can't explain right now but i need to go meet with someone.

Sorry if we had plans. I'll be back in a while I promise.

Misaki
usaginouke: (WHAT THE EFF IS THAT!?)
((ooc: Backdated to Thursday night, about 10 or 11pm.))

[It's dark and rather hard to see, but as close as he's holding the PokéGear it's no wonder some features can still be made out. A rather flushed and panicked Misaki has just turned on his video feed and WHAT THE FFF--ARE THOSE HOARDS OF ZUBAT CHASING HIM!?!? HOW DO YOU EVEN GET YOURSELF INTO THESE SITUATIONS, MISAKI???

He's talking in short spurts, panting to keep his breath. No matter what, he doesn't want to stop running!]


H-hey! How... d-do I... make... these things... st... stop!?

[There isn't much time for anyone to answer, because just a few seconds later Misaki is falling. Falling... off a ledge. A loud thud and "Ufff!" can be heard when he hits the ground, but the PokéGear seems to have been knocked free from his hand. For a moment, all that can be seen is the fleeting shapes of Zubat as they rush, screeching overhead against a spray of stars and waxing moonlight.

They disappear after only a few minutes, and now the screeching and flapping are replaced by a wheezing cough to the side.]


This... this is... it's just... [A small sob.] ... I just want to go home.

[He sits up, and reaches for his PokéGear. With his free arm, he wipes away at his face and sniffles once more before cutting the feed.]

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