nineteenth trick
[Ikki appears on the Plane perched on top of a small fighter jet. His clothes are all torn up-- shirt's cut, pants are chewed, black and red-orange jacket has a few holes in it. He's completely serious, a rare thing for him; there's no finger in his nose, no remarks about panties or anything to sustain him. It's just some lanky Japanese boy on rollerskates.
But he's surrounded by wind.
One can almost see it. The wind swirls around him like his own personal typhoon, tugging at his clothes, playing with his hair. It extends to the rest of the Plane as well, rippling across the waters of the beach, kicking up sand. Ammy's forest shivers with the force of a million quaking leaves, and the sign outside the old movie theatre creaks in response.
Even when the gust subsides, the very air trembles. It's the feeling of an oncoming storm (and not the kind that derps around with a screwdriver and saves the world).]
I'm coming, Rika-nee.
But he's surrounded by wind.
One can almost see it. The wind swirls around him like his own personal typhoon, tugging at his clothes, playing with his hair. It extends to the rest of the Plane as well, rippling across the waters of the beach, kicking up sand. Ammy's forest shivers with the force of a million quaking leaves, and the sign outside the old movie theatre creaks in response.
Even when the gust subsides, the very air trembles. It's the feeling of an oncoming storm (and not the kind that derps around with a screwdriver and saves the world).]
I'm coming, Rika-nee.