~14~ [video] ♥
[The video starts shakily, like the Forge is shuddering on its own account. The view is of what appears to be a restaurant kitchen, large brassy ovens lining the walls and long counters cutting into the room. But there are no waiters, no chefs, no adults whatsoever in here today. They've probably all fled the scene due to the fact that the room is filled with flying pots, plates, knives, and the occasional whole plucked turkey or joint of ham.
There is only one person amongst all this chaos. Yachiru looks almost like a little pink ping-pong ball, flying through the air with the animated cookware, spinning with a gymnast's precision and altering her own trajectory by rebounding off of the flying objects with hands or feet, bouncing off of this pot, that head of lettuce, and every other airborne item thrown at her. Just by bouncing off of these projectiles she manages to keep herself in the air as well. She even laughs giddily as she does so, as if it is some sort of game and every midair twist and flip is completely effortless.
Which, in all likelihood, it is.
The Forge shudders again and, just as Yachiru deflects a fully cooked duck and soars even closer to the ceiling, it terminates the transmission.]
There is only one person amongst all this chaos. Yachiru looks almost like a little pink ping-pong ball, flying through the air with the animated cookware, spinning with a gymnast's precision and altering her own trajectory by rebounding off of the flying objects with hands or feet, bouncing off of this pot, that head of lettuce, and every other airborne item thrown at her. Just by bouncing off of these projectiles she manages to keep herself in the air as well. She even laughs giddily as she does so, as if it is some sort of game and every midair twist and flip is completely effortless.
Which, in all likelihood, it is.
The Forge shudders again and, just as Yachiru deflects a fully cooked duck and soars even closer to the ceiling, it terminates the transmission.]