[ if you're inside casita's magical interior at this point, you'll feel a rumble coming from outside. through the windows or doors one may see . . . a moving stone wall? rather, the segments belonging to a nearly ten-meter onix giving chase to a razzled toucannon. colorful and absolutely tiny in comparison is a swimmer-class trainer (she's actually older than she looks) with some kind of net launcher nearly two times her size (thank you fourth wall??), pouncing around balconies and rooftops and lord help you if you are just standing there. she will jump on you. and use you as a trampoline. ]

Move outta the— WAY!

[ it doesn't help that when she plants her heels to shoot, the recoil actually throws her onto her back and into a room. the net deploys, but the toucannon dips out of the shot's range and moves too quickly for the onix to follow. rebecca snarls out with a yell of frustration but gets back up on her feet. ]

God damn it! [ and to anyone still watching: ] That feathery bazooka's mine, y'here?! Pick up the slack, Smash!

[ the onix rumbles low and agreeing. she saw toucannon being used on TV as its own launcher. now that's what she's been looking for. she's just gotta have it! ]

'sup its becca
sooo did we all collectively snort glitter or does this just happen when u open the door to the shitter?? im not complaining cuz i black out all the time but i wanna know what stuff does what for my own terms
now who knows where a girl can get some ink around here?? my dudes are due for a paint job

[ a picture comes through of cardboard cutouts of these designs, another photo then being of a small hand holding it up to an onix's huge ass single segment. ]

they're gonna look their sickest