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[stardiving]

[Estinien's eyes catch sight of some idiot clinging to the side of the mountain as he's flying by on dragonback--he watches for a bit before realizing that whoever it is,, they're probably fairly stuck. He taps both of Ratatoskr's shoulders in a signal to get her attention and direct her towards the mountain.

Luckily he's good at projecting his voice, so he doesn't need to get too close, lest the wind from his mount's wings buffet the kid right off the rock face.]

Ho, there!

[machismost]

[ Not too long ago, Kirishima could have confidently ordered his Machop to just drop him and absorb the fall that came. Hell, he could have just made his hands into stone claws and gecko'd his way up this cliff face. Now, though, he's in the midsts of trying to coax his partner into letting him take the real risk of falling and break something - to be honest, he's not so confident any more, which is probably why Machop just isn't buying what he's selling.

Fortunately, a savior arrives. At least, Kirishima hopes that's the case and this pale-haired guy isn't just going to laugh at them. Actually, he could take the laughter as long as help came with it.

For a second, the redhead gawks a bit at the Flygon in what Estinien might identify as the sort of wonder that comes with seeing something awesome for the first time. Despite being in a pretty sticky predicament, Kirishima can't help but be amazed by an actual dragon how cool is that??? ]

Y-Yo! Any chance you could help us out?

[ He smiles out at the man and uses the one arm he has free to sheepishly rub the back of his neck. This is... embarrassing, quite frankly, especially since the more he stares at the stranger astride his Pokemon the cooler he looks. But not as embarrassing as a broken leg or who knows what, he reasons. ]

[stardiving]

[Estinien has had some time to get used to the limitations this world places on them, even if he doesn't appreciate them. He looks Ratatoskr in the eye, gauging how she feels about the extra weight--she nods her head and carefully flies forward, reaching out with her small forearms to give the kid something to grab onto.

(He doesn't laugh, that would involve Estinien being a far more mirthful person than he actually is. He's just quietly judging a little. Not too much.)]

Hold on.

[Which is, perhaps, a redundant command. But Ratatoskr isn't exactly built to carry someone in her arms, small as they are, and Estinien still has to pluck the Machop off the cliff face too before they can make their way down.]

[machismost]

[ Kirishima, an eternal optimist until slapped with evidence to the contrary, simply believes that Estinien is too honorable to laugh at him.

Machop makes a growling, protesting sound as the Flygon comes closer and the wind currents begin to batter them. ]

Easy.

[ Kirishima reassures him, pressing tight to the stone until Ratatoskr seems to have hit a spot where she's hovering steadily. Now she's close, he can see there's a little bit of a flaw in the length of her arms, reminding him briefly of a T-Rex. Just like T-Rex, though, she's still fucking awesome to look at.

The redhead stretches out his arm and grabs Ratatoskr's forearm in a firm grip, though he has to push off the wall with his legs to achieve it. He's now dangling like the center length of a chain between the two Pokemon. ]

Okay, Machop, let go!

[ He calls back to his partner. What he means is that Machop needs to let go of his arm so he can use both to hold onto the Flygon. What happens is Machop lets go of the wall. ]

Oh crap!

[ Kirishima is now clinging on for dear life to these Pokemon, eyes wide with some fear and a whole lot of apology as both his weight and Machop's are dragging at the dragon's forelimb. ]

[stardiving]

[Luckily for both of them, Ratatoskr is stronger than her tiny little trex arms would imply. She huffs a little, but can definitely hold on long enough for Estinien to release his second flyer from his pokeball and bend down to also make sure he has a grip so no one falls before his Corviknight can get into place.

Ratatoskr backwings a little, moving away from the wall so Temple can get under both Kirishima and his Machop. Once the giant metal bird is in place under Kirishima's dangling feet, Estinien lets go of his wrist.]

Let go. Temple will catch you.

[machismost]

[ The fact Machop is holding onto him and likewise depending on him to hold on to Flygon is what keeps Kirishima hanging on, though the strain is clear on his face and the snarl of his mouth, especially when they start to move. He might not be as strong as he used to be, but he's strong enough. Red eyes flash over Estinien as he leans over to help; ridiculously, he's more scared either of these samaritans are going to get hurt. But Estinien doesn't even seem to be bothered, which gives Kirishima confidence.

He doesn't hesitate to obey, dropping as soon as he can pry his fingers out of their death-grip. Onto the back of a metal bird. ]

Woah!

[ He was expecting feathers, not armor, but he's not about to complain. His now-free arm moves to try and find purchase on the steely feathers while the other one immediately wraps around his Machop and drags him into his lap like a big brother about to let his kid sibling take the steering wheel of the car while he pushes the pedals. Only his legs are gripping the Corviknight's neck as best he can. ]

Thanks, Temple!

[ Adrenaline is pounding through him right now. Holy crap, they're really flying! ]

[stardiving]

[Estinien had long since gotten over any possible fear of heights or falling. He'd also gotten a harness so he could secure himself to Ratatoskr's back, he's not so reckless as to not take any precautions, and he'd spent enough time studying the riding gear in the old stables at Sohm Al to know how to put something similar together. He's confident that any falling he does do would be entirely intentional.

He gives a hand signal and Temple starts an easy descent to the ground, which Ratatoskr follows. Once they land, he unfastens the straps holding him down and slides off her back, looking down at the boy.]

Are you unharmed?

[machismost]

[ A hand signal? Man, he's got to remember that... so cool.

Once they're on the ground, Kirishima leans back and allows his Machop to hop off the armored avian before carefully climbing down himself. Considering he's never ridden anything before, the dismount is a little awkward, and though he'd have landed on his feet, he finds himself caught bridal-style in the arms of his Machop. It looks absolutely ridiculous - his torso is half-dangling out of the hold thanks to how broad he is, for one. ]

Hey!

[ He yelps in surprise, gawping at his Pokemon, who meets him back with the most smug smirk. Oh. This is payback for manhandling him earlier. Not for the first time, Kirishima is startled by the intelligence of a creature who isn't quite human. ]

Okay. That's fair.

[ Kirishima gives a reluctant little smirk, though he still sets his hand atop the Pokemon's ridged head for leverage to stand up.

Once he's on his feet, he turns to address Estinien, his smile becoming more wry. ]

Yeah. I mean my pride as a man has taken a blow, but we're okay. Right, Machop?

[ Maaachop. The Pokemon sets his hands on his hips and flexes. It's not very impressive, but it does convey a certain sense of reassurance. Kirishima grins. ]

Thanks for the save, guys. I don't think that could've been any more awesome! I didn't know Pokemon could get more amazing!

[ He beams at the trio, eyes bright and excited as he finally gets to give them a proper look-over. To Estinien: ]

You must be a really strong trainer.

[stardiving]

[How else is he supposed to communicate while flying but with hand signals? Sure, he could yell, but that’s just inefficient.

He glances over both Kirishima and the Machop as if to double-check, before shrugging. If the kid says he’s fine, Estinien’s going to take him at his word.]

You do know tis a path through the mountain, rather than trying to scale it?

[He doesn’t sound too critical at least, though he is a bit sarcastic. What can you do. Temple ruffles his wings slightly and settles on the ground like a giant nesting crow. Made of metal.]

Tis naught that would not come to you with time and practice.

[machismost]

Yeeeeah, I know. We came out here to train and I've been rock-climbing before, so I thought...

[ Back to being sheepish again, Kirishima rubs the back of his head and gives a mild gesture with the rest of his hand.

Man, now that they're close, he's really noticing the height difference between the two of them. Kirishima is from a world of superheroes that include a whole lot of different body types and sizes, so he's not about to gawk or comment on it, but it is notable, as are the pointed ears. For his own part, nothing separates Kirishima from any other average (5'7) teenaged, human boy with an eccentric hairstyle aside from a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. ]

I wasn't thinking far ahead. Next time we'll bring some actual equipment.

[ Because Kirishima is still of the opinion that it's a great workout and bonding exercise. ]

And yes sir, I hope that's the case! [ Both the fact this guy rescued him and the archaic way of speaking is bringing Kirishima's more formal manners out. ] How long have you yourself been a trainer?