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COVERED IN BEEEEEEEEEES!

Who: Heather and Zack
Where: Route 30-- not TOO far from Cherrygrove.
When: Slightly backdated-- a little before noon.
Summary: Heather was a little miffed to learn that there was a raging swarm of angry mutant bees preventing her from making a safe start to her journey to Violet City. Until she remembered that where there are regular household appliances, there are solutions. To everything. And then Zack had to go and encourage her.
This will either end really well, or horribly bad.
Rating: PG for extremely destructive behavior. Potentially R if things go south, because Heather has the mouth of an angry tatoo'd motorcyclist and she will use it.

Log:

Even in the shade of the forest, the sun beat down through the leaves mercilessly. It was hot. Really hot.

And if that wasn't bad enough, all around, there was the growing hum of many, many insectoid wings. Anyone who's been on the receiving end of multiple stings will remember that humming sound forever.

Heather Mason was no exception.

"Okay. So."

Wiping her dusty hands off on her pants like a clean person, she gestured to the small array of cleaning materials and containers they had amassed.

"When you combine bleach and detergent, it makes this nasty gas. I've gotten rid of big biting bug swarms with it before. The problem is that it's corrosive, and if it gets on you... well, yeah. SO."

Throwing a few coils of rope down onto the ground, she put her hands on her hips.

"We gotta get creative."

...... Oh no.

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Yeeeah. That'd be why she didn't talk about that stuff to anybody. She'd admit to fighting monsters but that whole 'mother of god' thing was something she kind of wanted to pretend hadn't happened.

"Well, I don't have any honey... but I bet that if we make the rope long enough, we could swing it at 'em... Ever push someone on a swingset before? Could kinda work like that. Bees are dumb. If they're already coming at us, they'll probably just attack whatever's moving."

She was absolutely right. Bees were dumb. As long as they weren't gonna be dealing with some kinda genetically enhanced superintelligent mega-bees, the plan would work as is.

As they were proceeding, the angry sound of buzzing only got louder and louder... and he paused to give the area a thorough examination.

"We could use one of the taller trees up ahead." The taller the tree, the wider the swing, he figured.

Yeah, and considering they're just chilling around in the wild, she's pretty sure they're not mad genius mega factory-produced bees.

"Good plan! All we have to do is make sure the bucket won't touch the ground and just like, fall over."

Uncoiling the rope from around her shoulder, she set the bucket down briefly to tie one end around the handle.

Getting busy himself, he took the other end of the rope and gave it some slack before looping it loosely around his back and got to work climbing one of the more imposing trees, humming quietly under the sound of the buzz.

Of course, he'd need both hands to climb the tree... which meant he had to leave his makeshift club down at the bottom.

Heather would have offered to climb, but hey, why not let the big strawng man do it?

The buzzing sounds were getting a little closer-- not a very good sign. But Heather didn't seem too nervous yet. She did lower her voice a little, though.

"Make sure it's tied real tight!"

She was already making double-knots on the bucket handle. It wouldn't do to have it give way with the bucket in midair.

He had to judge the amount of slack very carefully... A few inches too short and the thing would just drag the ground and probably spill all over the place when they swung it. A few feet too short and there wouldn't be much swinging going on at all.

Either way, he did his best to eyeball it before getting everything secure at the branch and carefully maneuvering his way down a bit before dropping to the ground.

"Got everything taken care of topside." Now... to wait for the bees to come to them, or to attract their attention somehow?

He trusted Heather's judgment.

Craning her head back to watch Zack, Heather waited until it looked like the line was secure before letting go of the bucket, holding her breathe.

... It held! The bucket swayed back and forth gently, its contents still fizzling angrily.

"Awesome! We're aaaaaalmost ready."

Taking hold of the bucket with both hands she carefully walked backwards, seeing just how far the rope would go. Hm... little bit shorter than she'd been hoping for, but eh. They could work with it.

"Okay. Now we gotta decide who does what. From what I've heard, those things will attack anyone they see. So... someone needs to hold this thing, and give it a big ol' push when they show up, and someone needs to get their attention. ... I'm cool with either."

Getting chased by giant killer bees? ... OKAY WITH HEATHER.

Furrowing his eyebrows and cradling his masked chin pensively, he considered the given options. He was trying to evaluate which half of that mission would involve the least amount of danger... but both seemed equally risky. Yeah, the 'bee-runner' would have to get their attention and draw 'em over to the trap, but the 'bucket-pusher' had to wait around long enough to aim and swing the bucket when the swarm caught up.

There really wasn't a right answer, was there? ... Sorta made him wish he could do both jobs himself.
"...Heather, I don't know. I don't want you getting hurt. What're you more comfortable doing?"

Raising a brow, Heather gave Zack a bit of a look.

"If you were super worried about me getting hurt, you prooobably shouldn't have encouraged me."

She did have a point.

But then, giving Zack a friendly nudge, she waved a hand casually.

"I'll do the running-- I did track in highschool. Served me pretty well so far. You hang onto the bucket."

At that, he shrugged his shoulders and laughed heartily -- perhaps a bit too heartily, as the buzzing only got louder.

Zack abruptly stopped, slapping a hand over his big mouth. And then... in a much gentler voice:
"Fine, fine. You get their attention..."

Stepping deftly over to the hanging bucket, he took a careful hold of it and got in the proper position.

"... I'll let 'em have it. Ready when you are."

"All right!" Grinning widely behind the ski mask, Heather gave Zack a thumbs-up. "Just make sure I'm out of the way before you swing it. But when you DO swing it, you gotta really huck it."

And with that final cryptic instruction, Heather turned and disappeared through the brush.

Into BEE KINGDOM.

"Right... huck it."

He knew how to huck things. He was a regular hucking professional! He'd huck their brains out!

Zack adjusted his position a bit ... just in case he was blocking his escape route. No other tree branches would impede his view when the time came to take a careful aim.

"Good luck, Heather," he muttered under his breath, keeping the bucket steady. He might have been a derp, but he wasn't stupid enough to shout that to her at the last minute.

Heather had been sort of planning to make a bunch of noise in the process of attracting the bees.

You know, yell some witty remarks, whack some brush with a branch...

Unfortunately, she didn't get the chance. All she had to do was show her scruffy blond head.

The buzzing upped in intensity from 'low hum' to 'demonic weedwhacker'.

"Shit!"

Heather came tearing back through the bush at an impressive speed-- she hadn't been lying when she said she was fast. Good thing, too-- because by the time she'd reached Zack, the Beedrill had already arrived at the edge of the little clearing.

And they were pissed.

Skidding straight past Zack, Heather hollered over her shoulder.

"Throw it! Throw it throw it throw it!"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit..."

He could hear the commotion coming long before he was given the command to give the big push... The sound of the insectoid wings was so deafening it made his teeth chatter involuntarily.

When she finally did whiz by after what seemed like an eternity, Heather definitely didn't have to tell him to chunk that thing twice!

And.... Holy. Shit.

Those things were huge.

Eyes widening, Zack gave a feral shout, took aim at the biggest and the closest, and hurled that fucking bucket just as hard as he could -- which was pretty hard. The second the bucket left his hands, he grabbed up that big stick he had been saving for the occasion.

And then Zack ran. Did he look back? Absolutely not. But he did get a well-positioned, barbed sting right in the middle of his back for his trouble, which induced a roar of rage.

Heather was light on her feet, and very fast. Probably faster than Zack was-- though given the situation, that probably wasn't a good thing. She didn't want to leave him behind.

She was also just starting to see what a bad idea taking on an entire swarm of three-foot bees with a single bucket of death was.

"RUN! RUN!!"

In the meantime, the bucket sailed towards the oncoming horde-- not knowing what awaited them, several of the Beedrill plunged their arm-needles straight through the plastic as they met it, their collective thought process probably being along the lines of 'hurr hurr destroy things hurr'.

Much to their surprise, the instant result was a bigass cloud of previously-contained corrosive, poisonous gas.

Pokemon were hardy things-- it certainly wasn't enough to kill them. The Pokemon world had different standards of just what was enough to do serious, permanent damage with. But it sure as heck packed a punch.

The buzzing turned from angry to startled, and quite suddenly a large portion of the swarm-- what of it hadn't fallen to the ground, twitching in pain, decided it had other places to be.

That didn't stop the three or four that were already hot on Zack and Heather's trail, though.

They wanted blood.

Guys? Now might be a good time to start looking for a large body of water to jump into.

"Son of a bitch!"

Well, once that sucker got its first sucker-punch of a sting into his back, it might have hurt like hell... but it was on.

Skidding to a halt, that prideful SOLDIER set his jaw and turned around to face the cocky little asshole who'd taken a shot at a man running away -- and, to his surprise, saw not one, but three of the pokemon brimming with rage squaring off to face him.

Lips curling into a snarl, he met the first one halfway and waylayed it across its side with the thicker end of the tree branch, aiming more for the wings than its thorax -- but when the other two didn't even flinch at the threat of being thwacked, he just... kept swinging.

No time to aim strategically
He was just beating the fuck out of some angry bees.

"Back off! GET LOST!"

Each hefty blow would send one reeling for a precious few seconds, but one of its two brethren would relentlessly take its place. The first, of course, moved a bit more slowly (albeit a lot more angrily) than the other two due to a cracked wing.

It wasn't until she heard the angry yelling behind her that Heather realized her partner in crime wasn't hot on her heels.

She knew better than to skid to a halt-- no, that sort of maneuver got you killed when you were being chased. And she had plenty of experience with being chased. Instead, she turned and ran in a wide circle.

"ZACK! Don't fight 'em, RUN!"

... Aaaand then, in a direct contradiction to her own advice, she snatched up a stick, herself, and came in swinging. Considering her scrawny teenage...ness, it was a considerably smaller stick, but she made up for size with viciousness.

One of the Beedrill went spinning off into the bushes.

"C'mon, doofus! We gotta get out of here!"

Growling in frustration, he did take one or two steps backward after sending a second one wheeling with a colossal backswing.

"I'm going, I'm going!!"

It was just that -- He was Zack Fair! He naturally sucked at stuff like running away!

Needless to say, though, after that final little shitstain Beedrill got in another sting on the recovery of that backswing, he was ready to call it quits.

"RRRGH! I'm outta here!!"
Geesh... that hurt...

Dropping the branch, he gritted his teeth and gave a much more enthusiastic bound in the direction of Cherrygrove, keeping an eye on Heather to make sure she'd be off with him.

It's okay, Zack! Pretty sure that in this case, you're justified in running like hell.

Heather tossed her stick at one of the attackers before turning tail and running, herself. She wasn't sure they'd MAKE it to Cherrygrove-- but they could sure as hell try anyway.

"Try and lose them!"

They'd cut down their number of pursuers to two-- the one with the cracked wing wasn't fast enough to keep up, and the one Heather had whacked so enthusiastically had apparently decided they weren't worth it.

Zack tore through the forest area like a bat out of hell, cradling his swelling arm and doing his best to ignore the searing venom that had been delivered dangerously close to his spinal column on the first sting. Since when did his hero-ing suck so badly, seriously? A few knocks should have taken out all three of those damn bees...

Try and lose them?! What the hell did she think he was trying to do?!

"Should we split up?!"

The course to Cherrygrove was pretty much a straight shot, but two targets were harder to strike than one.

Edited 2010-06-25 05:26 (UTC)

Heather did have antidotes with her-- on a certain Liquid Snake's advice, she'd stocked up on them before leaving on this little venture. If she hadn't been so busy running for her life, she'd have noticed her Crazy Scheme Buddy's injuries and offered to help.

But not-dying came first. THEN they could lick their wounds.

"Just-- run!"

SOUND ADVICE. From someone who couldn't think of anything better at the moment.

"If we can get indoors--" She trailed off into a small screech as one of the things dive-bombed her. No sting, but there was a large tear in her ski-mask now and she had no desire to give the angry Pokemon another try.

His wounds were more of a source of anger than something that he meant to bitch and moan about. Running was, fortunately, one of the simple tasks that he could excel in regardless of handicaps. Now, if one of them took a shot at one of his legs... that might have posed a bit of a problem.

That was not the case, however, and he followed the sound advice of his partner's brilliant plan and kept running.

The fact that one of those things had divebombed her hadn't escaped his attention and he matched her pace for a moment.

"You didn't get hit, did you?!"

"Nnn-- nuh uh!" At least she didn't THINK so. There was no time to do a thorough check.

She was, however, thoroughly pissed at the bees. And she kind of wished she didn't know that stopping and fighting was a really stupid idea.

"J-just keep running! I can see the town through the trees!"

Heather was right --- the town was close. Unfortunately, the bees were closer. Nothing to do now but to give it all on the homestretch, but...

... What the hell was all this? His pace was slacking a little; His hands and feet were tingling. No doubt the affects of the stings' venom were being accelerated by his physical output. Head swimming but heart set, he kept on, making sure his eyes remained on the prize.

Heather had already streaked ahead when she noticed Zack was lagging.

That was not good.

That was not good at all.

She didn't dare yell-- she was short of breath already. She did, however, stop, turn around, and then did something that they proooobably should have done from the beginning, and that was to throw a Pokeball.

A bloodthirsty Sentret exploded out of the ball and attached itself to one of the Beedrill. The element of surprise had... limited use but it was sort of okay in this situation.

Yeah Heather was juuuust starting to realize that if Zack got hurt bad, it was kind of her fault.

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HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIT BEES

RUN AWAY

hurr hurr destroy things hurr XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

BEEDRILL ARE NOT THE BRIGHTEST CRAYONS IN THE BOX.

ZACK, I AM DISAPPOINT.

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