Katsuya has been spending much of this fight and march a little less than himself. A combination of things struck when he was brought into the more virtual system- first, the sudden cut-off of his pool of abilities (not to mention the pokemon) left a bit of a mental shock. Then, the all too familiar sensation of a sudden shift in everything brought his subconscious back to...well. When he had a sudden shift in everything. Namely the Virtual World Noa had run.
Add in the fact that the first thing he comprehended was the stick in his hand, and a lot of his being decided that the Best Him was probably the...past. Him.
Not that Katsuya's really focused on his appearance (which is why this is happening anyway)- instead he's running through and past, a wash of rainwater following the swing of his staff as familiarly as his dragon once would have. "Got it, thanks!" A pause, and he glances back. "Oh- Uh, 'f anyone needs a patch job, I got healin' too by th' way!"
He might not be aware that he's abruptly Egyptian in appearance. Or. Mostly. His hair is silvery white and tied back, with his eyes almost as grey, which isn't generally a look people from ancient Egypt had. The coat of red with white trim though, that's definitely old, not to mention the clothes under it.
It's fine don't worry about it.
In the meantime, Yuume works as a combination of offense and defense for those near her; launching leaves forward to try and slice up the vines and branches, and summoning whirlwinds as shields. The woman scowls- "This would have been far easier if I had my usual set of 'tools'," she mutters, appearing in her standard sweater and cargo pants. Her armor as tied to her power as it is, she simply can't envision herself in it.
It's all very unlike Emporio- who appears in the clothes he once wore in the past. It's a cub's baseball uniform, actually. Though if asked, he'd admit he doesn't know much about baseball at all.
He's taking this whole thing well though, and while he's not going on an all out offensive just yet, he is frustratedly using 'fireball' to hit roots that have already gone after his feet. "Ack-!" He's used to Weather just floating him...
shoves all three in one comment, shrugs weakly,
Add in the fact that the first thing he comprehended was the stick in his hand, and a lot of his being decided that the Best Him was probably the...past. Him.
Not that Katsuya's really focused on his appearance (which is why this is happening anyway)- instead he's running through and past, a wash of rainwater following the swing of his staff as familiarly as his dragon once would have. "Got it, thanks!" A pause, and he glances back. "Oh- Uh, 'f anyone needs a patch job, I got healin' too by th' way!"
He might not be aware that he's abruptly Egyptian in appearance. Or. Mostly. His hair is silvery white and tied back, with his eyes almost as grey, which isn't generally a look people from ancient Egypt had. The coat of red with white trim though, that's definitely old, not to mention the clothes under it.
It's fine don't worry about it.
In the meantime, Yuume works as a combination of offense and defense for those near her; launching leaves forward to try and slice up the vines and branches, and summoning whirlwinds as shields. The woman scowls- "This would have been far easier if I had my usual set of 'tools'," she mutters, appearing in her standard sweater and cargo pants. Her armor as tied to her power as it is, she simply can't envision herself in it.
It's all very unlike Emporio- who appears in the clothes he once wore in the past. It's a cub's baseball uniform, actually. Though if asked, he'd admit he doesn't know much about baseball at all.
He's taking this whole thing well though, and while he's not going on an all out offensive just yet, he is frustratedly using 'fireball' to hit roots that have already gone after his feet. "Ack-!" He's used to Weather just floating him...