Closed to Devero

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Storms, Eva thought, were the worst time and place for a Rift to open.

Never mind the storm had swept in off the ocean and right oto Poni in what felt like seconds. Never mind it hadn't. Eva just knew what it felt like.

Now, instead of stargazing while Wingthing fed on the prey and Princess stared up both moons were full, Wingthing was winging her way towards the Rift in the sky and Eva was praying to every god she knew that this was just a Faller. That one of the 'Ultra Beasts' didn't come with.

That one of them didn't already sense the Rift opening.

The Four, let it be just a Rift.

Please.

The aerodactyl's wings sliced the stormy air, even as Eva directed the massive pokemon upwards and ever higher.

And then something - someone- tumbled down out of the Rift and Eva swore up a storm as strong as the storm winds around them as she spurred Wingthing up.

"Catch her!" Eva muttered, more prayer than anything. Gods willing, the Faller would land in front of her, rather than behind.

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[subcircuits]

One instant, he'd been on his way to comm kitchen, paying more attention to his schedule in his Interface than his surroundings as he walked.

The next, he was somewhere else, and falling. Air rushing past him, dark and damp; nothing coming to hand or foot as he flailed and windmilled his limbs; a scream ripping unheard out of his throat as he realized that he had no idea where the ground was in relation to his position, nor how far away.

Panic dumped adrenaline into his system, and that-- helped, weirdly. He was able to start windmilling with purpose, turning himself relative to the air and the pull of gravity so that he was falling in a straight line rather than tumbling helplessly. Now arrowing down out of the sky, he might be able to glimpse enough of his surroundings to figure out-- what? How many he seconds he had until impact? He had no idea how he'd gotten here or where here even was, and he wasn't ever going to find out, was he--

A crosscurrent wind slammed into him, lashing him with hard rain and buffeting him to one side. He started wheeling again.

Fuck.

[mtsilver_conquor]

Eva's hand twists against the riding straps as the Faller thumps against Wingthing's neck and winces in sympathy as the pokemon rumbles, disgruntled by the sudden extra weight she's being asked to carry. Eva lets out a low whistle as she shifts in her seat; it's not much, but it should settle her pokemon. Though, an upset 'dactyl and a Faller with a nasty bruise is better than going splat on the ground, and anyway, it wasn't like Eva would ask her to carry the Faller for long.

Just enough to get them away from the storm and in land.

A glance up at the portal, a glance around them and Eva pressed her left foot into the pokemon's side, signalling Wingthing to bank around to the left, back towards land.

She couldn't see anything she didn't already know: Rain. Wind. Rift. Gods of Pallet and Fires of the four, she really hoped nothing else followed her - Him. The Faller was a him.

No matter. Time to get out of here.

"Hold on to the straps. Save panic over near death for the ground and when the ptera is in her 'ball, please."

And like that, they sped up, Wingthing more than a touch eager to escape the storm, too.

[subcircuits]

The only warning Devero gets before impact is a slice of grey much paler than the dark clouds of the storm, and then he's slammed into something that catches him in the midriff. The breath gets knocked out of him, so he's left gasping and grabbing for anything that might arrest the pull of gravity on his big body.

His hands find straps and wrap instinctively around them. He hunkers down against the-- the-- the what? This isn't the ground, this is some finite thing he's draped over, the wind is still ripping at his hair and his feet are dangling and--

He looks around wildly, unable to parse what he's seeing until he sees her. Someone, a human face, a person, he can see her mouth moving and changes his focus to the screen of his--

The larger piece of his Interface has been jarred by the impact, is barely hanging onto his ear. He looses one hand to grab at it, clamping the electronic device against the side of his face, and stares with desperate eyes at the human on the back of the thing that's caught him.