Second Breeze

[thatsawiggle]

[The camera is shaky and held at a much smaller level from where Jin usually holds it. Specifically, it's about at crotch height, given that that's what's on the screen before he crouches down to look the camera in the eye.]

So I been learnin' a bit 'bout these pocky-mons, and findin' out that me own're weak t' rock types on account o' bein' flyin-types. Makes sense, after all, I'd imagine gettin' smacked out o' the air with a big ol' rock would hurt, it would! Even if it'd be easy t' blow it off path with jes' a gust o' wind...

Anyway! So I says, it's time t'be catchin' me one o' these rock-flyers, it is, t'be complementin' the rest o' the team I got! Ye got the gear thinger nice and tight, there, Shouen?

[A gruff but cheerful "Char!" comes from behind the gear, as Jin's blue eyes flick up over the camera to the pokemon holding it. He grins broadly in response, his ears twitching gaily.]

Righty-o, then, it's time t'be gettin' started! Lucky fer me I learned all sorts o' climbin' tricks in the shinobi, in case I was ever in a situation when I couldn't be usin' me wind.

[With those ominous words, he's off, hauling his big lanky limbs up the side of Sprout Tower. Shimmying around the tower to avoid the diligent eyes of the monks within, Jin's head of red hair pops up on top of the tower. At that moment, an Aerodactyl flies by with a screech, and Jin gracefully dives, latching onto the Aerodactyl's back with all four limbs. The camera catches every movement, as the Aerodactyl panics in midair and starts twisting and flapping its wings, trying to dislodge the demon on its back. It sinks its teeth into Jin's shoulder, but Jin tucks his head down to keep those razor-sharp teeth from making contact with his neck.

The Aerodactyl hits the walkway hard, and the two of them roll across the stones with Jin still holding on for dear life. The Aerodactyl gets its clawed feet sunk in, digging furrows into Jin's calves through his pants, red blossoming against the white cloth.]

Take that, ye cranky ol' fossil! I've swatted bugs bigger'n ye!

[The wrestling continues, until finally Jin twists underneath the Aerodactyl and manages to get the momentum to roll them both into the pure blue water around the tower.

It ain't blue for long. The Aerodactyl screeches in pain and flails around in the water, scratching and biting and disentangling Jin. Sopping wet, the shinobi pulls himself out of the water, the camera bobbing as Shouen the Charmeleon runs closer to get a good shot of his master's triumph. Jin pulls the red and white pokeball out of his pocket and throws it at the flailing Aerodactyl, watching it disappear in a beam of white light and fall to the edge of the water.

Ch-ching. Ch-ching. Ch-ching. Ding.

Jin is panting, bloody, soaked, streaked crimson with his own blood, and grinning like an idiot, barely catching the pokeball when it flies back to his hand before just collapsing to the ground, laughing.]

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[thatsawiggle]

[Oh wow everything's pretty spinny. Jin's still got the Pokeball with his newest acquisition clutched in his hand when he suddenly has his human friend kneeling next to him and helping him sit upright. One of his arms is kind of mostly limp now, due to the giant, mouth-shaped, bloody set of teeth marks in his shoulder. He's blind to Yusuke's panic - mostly, anyway. He's trying to mitigate his bro's worry by laughing it off because he's been hurt worse than this, it's nothing.]

'S the only way I could get it. Ye sent me fer a worse fall than that'n, yerself, don't be actin' like I'm the crazy one fer it.

[He laughs cheerfully, and then presents the pokeball for Yusuke's benefit.]

I got the wee bastard, though! Put up a right hell of a fight, he did, but in the end he wasn't a chance fer ol' Jin!

[He shrinks the pokeball down and puts it back in his pocket. Then he looks down at the sad state of his clothes and makes a high whine in the back of his throat.]

Now I'll haveta be buyin' new clothes - I'll not be wearin' the stuff they sent me off with!

[Jin. Priorities. You're still bleeding. ...Then again your other present option is a blue speedo.]

Mind helpin' a guy t' the centre, Urameshi? I'm thinkin' I'd best get me new friend there soon, t'make sure he's okay. Fell pretty hard in the water, he did, and it was a good thing fer me, but the rock-typed ones are weak t' water.

[angerpoints]

[Trust Jin to get in a fight with a giant dinosaur and still have enough energy to chatter at roughly five miles a second. This, more than anything, is enough to reassure Yusuke that he's going to be all right, though it still takes several minutes for him to stop looking at Jin like he's not sure whether he wants to congratulate him on surviving that whole ordeal or if he wants to hammer-throw him back into the lake as punishment for being an idiot. He's not going to pretend that he's got any place to criticize Jin for doing something stupid, but fuck, man, that stunt could've gotten him killed, if that sort of thing was possible here! Had he been given an opportunity to do so amidst Jin's yammering, Yusuke would've told him, in no uncertain terms, that what happened at the tournament was different, that the context of these two situations weren't at all the same, and dumbass, if you're gonna do something that dangerous, at least call him beforehand so he can be there to carry your ass to the hospital if you break your neck! Seriously, he doesn't even wanna think of what might've happened here if he hadn't been nearby...

... but okay, whatever. If Jin's not gonna make a big deal out of it, Yusuke guesses he won't either. He's never been one for lectures, anyway, and besides, the sooner he gets Jin to the center, the better. He's still gonna make a bit of a face at him once he's (finally) finished talking, though; if you're lookin' for kudos on tumbling from the top of a tower and not dying while you're still bleeding all over the place, Jin, you've got another gosh darned thing coming. >:I]

Yeah. Sure.

[And without further ado, Yusuke slings one of Jin's arms around his shoulders, grabs him around the torso, and gingerly heaves both himself and his demon buddy up onto their feet. As he supports Jin's weight with his own, he immediately notices something wet soaking through his shirt; whether it's blood or water or a combination of both, he's not sure, but as accustomed to being on the battlefield as he is, the possibility of it being the former doesn't really skeeve him out at all. If anything, it just makes him more concerned. How much blood is Jin losing?]

Can you walk?

[... he asks, because as far as he can tell, that Aerodactyl managed to tear into Jin's legs pretty badly. Remind him never to get into a wrestling match with Aja.]

[thatsawiggle]

[THAT'S HOW HE DO, URAMESHI. Besides, he wasn't exactly lying when he said he'd fought bigger and badder things. It was just that usually, he had his wind to help him. And honestly, if Yusuke was going to hammer-throw Jin back into the lake, Jin would probably laugh it off and then pass out from shock and blood loss because he knew you cared, Urameshi, haha. Next time, he'll plan this out a little better and have Yusuke there as backup and possibly holding the camera. Pinky swears.

So long as he gets a high five at the centre, that's all that he really cares about. If Jin notices the face that Yusuke gives him, he doesn't comment on it, clutching his injured shoulder with his free hand to gauge how badly it's hurt as he rolls it and lets out a hiss of pain.]

Got in real deep, that'n did...

[It's more to himself than to Yusuke, a sign that hey, yeah, this actually is a guy who's used to licking his own wounds. He's not 100% goofball all the time, even if this time he did go 100% pants on head.

He's unusually quiet as he helps Yusuke sling his good arm over the human's shoulders and gets to his feet, his injured arm tucked close to his side. Luckily for Yusuke, most of the liquid dripping off of that side of Jin was, in fact, water, which meant there would be no stains to worry about and also that fluid volume wasn't something that they needed to watch.]

Aye, 'm alrigh' t'walk. [He shoots his friend a reassuring grin.] The white makes it look worse'n it is.

[And then when he goes to take a step forward to prove his point, his knee almost gives out on him and he would've gone over on his face again if it hadn't been for Yusuke holding his arm.]