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The sunset is leaching the last of the colors from the surface world's comparative desert as Yoko sets out on a pensive, solitary walk. She won't go far, she promises Dayakka and Simon and the others--just past the edge of camp, a lap around the back of the Gunmen, etc. etc. She just wants to be alone for a little bit with her thoughts. The motion and crowd of Team Dai-Gurren is a comfort and a distraction during the day and even for most nights, but sometimes, as darkness falls, it's suffocating.
So she takes these walks sometimes, and what she thinks about isn't important--at least not now, because not two yards from her explodes a burst of multi-colored and somewhat psychedelic light, blinding her. Yoko curses verbally for the few seconds after her yelp of surprise, as her eyes readjust to the evening dimness. She's already half-drawn her massive gun, expecting the visual explosion to precede a bizarre enemy--but drops it when a familiar face appears before her.
Reject common sense to make the impossible possible. Anything can happen, so to speak. This is a dogma of Team Dai-Gurren, proven by the taking of General Thymilph's massive Gunman ship just a few days ago, spearheaded by Kamina. Usually that dogma applies to overcoming impossible enemies, but this is anything and it is happening. Now in front of Yoko stands--Rossiu?
"Rossiu! You startled me--shouldn't you know better?" She chides, patting her rifle pointedly. "I don't know how you did that, but--"
But something is off. As Yoko's eyes adjust she realizes that this Rossiu is different: taller, broader, longer-haired, more angular of face. It's as if he aged years in moments. She blinks at him before frowning thoughtfully. "What is this--did Leeron find some strange projection software on Dai-Gurren and use you as a guinea pig?" A pause. "What a jerk, trying to scare me!"
That, in Yoko's mind, is the most logical explanation--some feat of electricity and mechanics and graphics, plus Leeron's usual sense of mischief and play. Sticking Rossiu in front of a projector and augmenting it some way to make him look much older, that's right up his alley--isn't it?
Post-skip Rossiu & Pre-skip Yoko: Meeting
The sunset is leaching the last of the colors from the surface world's comparative desert as Yoko sets out on a pensive, solitary walk. She won't go far, she promises Dayakka and Simon and the others--just past the edge of camp, a lap around the back of the Gunmen, etc. etc. She just wants to be alone for a little bit with her thoughts. The motion and crowd of Team Dai-Gurren is a comfort and a distraction during the day and even for most nights, but sometimes, as darkness falls, it's suffocating.
So she takes these walks sometimes, and what she thinks about isn't important--at least not now, because not two yards from her explodes a burst of multi-colored and somewhat psychedelic light, blinding her. Yoko curses verbally for the few seconds after her yelp of surprise, as her eyes readjust to the evening dimness. She's already half-drawn her massive gun, expecting the visual explosion to precede a bizarre enemy--but drops it when a familiar face appears before her.
Reject common sense to make the impossible possible. Anything can happen, so to speak. This is a dogma of Team Dai-Gurren, proven by the taking of General Thymilph's massive Gunman ship just a few days ago, spearheaded by Kamina. Usually that dogma applies to overcoming impossible enemies, but this is anything and it is happening. Now in front of Yoko stands--Rossiu?
"Rossiu! You startled me--shouldn't you know better?" She chides, patting her rifle pointedly. "I don't know how you did that, but--"
But something is off. As Yoko's eyes adjust she realizes that this Rossiu is different: taller, broader, longer-haired, more angular of face. It's as if he aged years in moments. She blinks at him before frowning thoughtfully. "What is this--did Leeron find some strange projection software on Dai-Gurren and use you as a guinea pig?" A pause. "What a jerk, trying to scare me!"
That, in Yoko's mind, is the most logical explanation--some feat of electricity and mechanics and graphics, plus Leeron's usual sense of mischief and play. Sticking Rossiu in front of a projector and augmenting it some way to make him look much older, that's right up his alley--isn't it?