@goldgilt // Isn't Ripe Yet:
A crossbody bag has several advantages, like being harder to steal—you'd have a hard time snatching it without taking the owner along with it. Unfortunately, that's also true if it happens to snag on something like a branch, hence Trip dangling by his backpack, far too high to consider wriggling out of his backpack's strap... What about his Pokemon? Well, his pokeballs have unluckily fallen, although they mamaged not to break, half-sliding, half-tumbling their way down... He's turning rather red in the face from the blood rushing to his head and his awkwardly dangling arms feel numb... "... that'd be good, yeah..." He's grateful! Can't even be too sarcastic about it, he's awfully dizzy! Okay, maybe he sounds a little sarcastic still, but it's unintentional.
"Don't worry, Trip! I'll get you down," the redhead called up to him.
Easier said than done, though. Daedra frowned slightly as she took a step back to assess the situation. How did he even get into such a predicament? Obviously one of his straps was caught, but even if he could wriggle himself free, the ground would certainly hurt when he met it...
"Let's see..."
Daedra shifted the large leather belt encompassing her middle and pulled Pendra's ball from its holder. Hitting the center button to expand it, the small woman summoned the bug Pokemon roughly close to where Trip dangled.
"Give us a hand, Pendra," the redhead explained as the flash of light took shape into the form of a pink bug.
Giving herself a shake from being out, Pendra gave a happy doot, before a rustling in the trees made her look up.
Oh! There was a people in the tree! She knew that people; what was he doing? Was it game? Pendra liked games!
