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route_10652010-06-22 06:52 pm
foolishwren) wrote in route_10652010-06-22 06:52 pm
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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.
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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?!"
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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!"
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... 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.
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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.
THAT SENTRET'S NAME IS CUDDLES THE DEATH-DEALER. /bad metalocalypse joke
... Uhhh, yeah. Wake up call.
Wobbling a little, he slowed to a stop himself when he saw that Heather wasn't running with him anymore (even though he hadn't really been 'running' at that point... it had been more like a stumbling, zombie-meandering).
"Ugh... A battle...?"
Through a throbbing haze, he pulled a pokeball of his own pocket, nearly dropping it twice in the process. Getting Angela out of the Pokeball? That would take a second or two. Pokeballs were very complicated pieces of equipment for a swooning, envenomated idiot.
FFFFFFF THAT IS AN APPROPRIATE NAME.
Aaaaaand it was more than happy to buy them some time by scratching the shit out of those Beedrills.
Should Angela be able to get out of her Pokeball, though, some help would probably be appreciated. And necessary. Arty was vicious but not... technically that strong.
"Zack!"
Heather was already frantically wrestling one of the Antidotes out of her bag. The least she could do for someone who she more or less just put in mortal peril (even if he was totally gung-ho about it) was try to cure him before he dropped dead.
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He half-stumbled away from Heather stubbornly, frowning furiously until he was finally able to accomplish the daunting task of pushing the button on Angela's Pokeball. The little dragon sprung with a flash of red into the battle... and more or less deduced what was going on here. Why her trainer looked sleepy, she wasn't entirely sure. But, hey, there was a battle going on. Angie did enjoy her battles.
Snarling in eensy weensy draconic fury, she coiled her body around that Beedrill and squeezed.
In the mean time, Zack leaned against the tree close by and watched woozily.
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Arty was scratching away at a pair of sensitive antennae when Angela joined the fray, and the raccoon Pokemon chittered a sort of greeting. Kickin' ass and takin' names was a sport that welcomed team-mates, after all!
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The best way to immobilize something that flew... Paralyze it. Shrieking in anticipation, it discharged a mild electric shock into the bug [thunder wave] and held on tight.
"Nah... Nah..." He repeated himself over and over, waving her off and shuffling away.
"Angela's got this... I got this..."
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The Beedrill had just about had enough. This particular prey was proving to be just a little too much of a hassle to be worth it. Waving its stingers irritably, the non-Paralyzed Beedrill shunted Arty off onto the ground with a well-placed flick and immediately turned tail and disappeared back through the trees.
Heather's eyes narrowed.
"Do I have to tackle you?"
She WOULD, too! ... Or she'd at least try. Zack was a big dude and Heather, while athletic, was kind of a string-bean. But she threw herself at him anyway, hoping that even in the event that she didn't succeed in knocking him down, she'd at least be able to hang on an get a chance to deliver the cure.
gawd he's such a baby.
Heather used Tackle!
A critical hit!
It's super effective!
Well, she wouldn't be getting a whole lot of struggling from Zack Fair. Two poisonous stings -- or, more importantly, one sting to the spinal column -- had run the SOLDIER at a rate so rapid that even a string-bean tackle was enough to put him over the edge.
His status had changed from PSN to FNT. The man was out cold.
On the flipside, Angela had unwrapped herself from the Beedrill when it had decided to fly off and landed in a big ol' pile of herself with a sigh. Battles always ended too quickly.
Oh well! She scooped up the little Sentret that had formed the other part of her tag team and nuzzled at the spot on its stomach affectionately.
Deadly venom is a pretty good excuse to be a baby!
ANTIDOTE TIME!
Heather... wasn't sure exactly where to spray the stuff, and she wasn't about to, you know, tear off all his clothes to find the stings. So she tried to angle open his mouth and spray it in there. Rude? Yeah, probably. But she'd rather invade his personal space bubble than let him DIE.
At least he was breathing, though.
It was safe to say that Heather would need to owe him some serious apologies when he came around. And favors. And quite possibly some kind of written contract that stated she wasn't allowed to share her brilliant ideas with him anymore.
The Sentret was also disappointed that the fight had ended early. Dammit, a whole week stuck hanging around a boring-ass doctor's office and now there wasn't even a decent ass-kicking! THIS SUCKED.
Until it was quite suddenly scooped up and nuzzled. Well, okay. That was cool then.
VICTORY CUDDLE SESSION~!
BUT IT ISN'T MANRY ENOUGH DX
Of course, Zack didn't put up much of a fight for Heather. He couldn't. The guy was unconscious.
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Aaaand Heather was left with a dilemma. One that she hooonestly wasn't sure would turn out that well. She'd done plenty of retarded, risky things before, but none of them had usually wound up with someone else unconscious unless it involved a lot of alcohol in which case it was usually their own fault.
She wasn't going to flip her shit over how guilty she was and sink into despair-- that wasn't her style. But she would sit there next to Zack, wringing her hands slightly and hoping to dear god that her stupidity hadn't killed him. He had a pulse and he was breathing, but he was also too heavy for her to drag back to town, even though they were pretty close.
And of course it didn't occur to her to put a litter of sticks or something together and drag him because apparently her creativity had been used up on the Incredible Bee Caper and she was paranoid that any further thinking-outside-the-box would result in an explosion or something.
So after spraying the Antidote out in its entirety on his mouth and whatever she could find of the stung spots that didn't require her to tear off his clothing, she'd just... sit next to him and look really guilty.
.... Was it a little too late to say 'Oops, my bad'?
no more creative ideas for a while, heather, /pat
The lump on his forearm was swelling into an impressive welt, but it was probably nothing compared with the veiny, discolored mess that was his back. Not that he could communicate that to Heather at the moment...
... At last, Angela began to slither toward her trainer (Sentret still hauled gently along in one of her blue coils) and gave him a perky nudge with her soft snout.
...
Nudge, nudge. :C
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She was also starting to have some serious inhibitions about leaving him here.
"... Can you think of a way to help me get him the fifty feet or so required to get to the Center?" she asked Angela dully. Not expecting an answer, of course.
Arty just sort of lolled around uselessly in the coils. 8I
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Angela looked up at Heather quizzically when she was presented with the question. She certainly couldn't carry her Sentret and Zack. So it looked like Zack was hit outta luck.
... Or maybe not. The antidote applied to his arm seemed to bring him around a little -- enough to groan miserably, anyway.
"Did... Did I get 'em?" Spoken with his face still in the dirt, of course.
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"Well, hey there! You got 'em, man."
And by "'em", she meant 'stingers punching through the skin'.
"How you doing?"
Apologies could come later when she was absolutely positive he still wasn't out-of-his-head woozy on venom.
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That brings a loopy, prideful grin to his face as he made at attempt at .... squirming pathetically.
"I'm great. I am just great." Flopping back to the ground, he gave Angela a noogie and laughed tiredly.
"... I showed 'em ..."
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Heather could be a bit caustic at times, but she knew how to be nice. And Zack deserved mega brownie points for all his efforts.
"Think you can get up? No offense or anything, but I'm no doctor and I think chilling out in the Center is a better idea than lying here on the forest floor."
Arty had worked its way free of Angela's coils and was propped up on its tail by Zack. With a face like this "8I...."
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Eyes closed, he continued on with that smug smile while Angela heaved him into an upright sitting position by the shoulders, propping himself up.
"I should call Aerith..." Oyyy, and now he was pulling a Bambi-on-ice trying to get back on his feet, squinting his eyes.
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That wasn't a name that sounded familiar to Heather-- aaaaand he didn't quite look coordinated enough to get up by himself.
Trying to duck under one of his arms, Heather attempted to help him up-- only to make a kind of goofy-looking 'whoa' face when she realized that she wasn't quuuuuite muscular enough to do much good.
"Juuuust a little further into town...!"
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hurr hurr bewbs
dork. /headdesks over and over and over.
I AM LOLING SO HARD god I kind of want to draw this
THAT WOULD BE SO AMAZING.
I JUST MIGHT
THIS IS ART-WORTHY. IT JUST IS.
IT REALLY IS oh god Zack poor baby