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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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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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"Is Aerith in town...? She'll make it better. Aerith makes it better..."
Yeah, this derp was borderlining on delusional, but at least he was wearing a vacant grin while doing so. His arm certainly felt a lot better, but the sting to his spine was still pretty debilitating, and the best he could do to cover the ground was to half-stumble along, chuckling awkwardly every so often.
Aerith.
... Boobs.
He gave an affectionate glance to Heather, unaware of how stressed she'd turned out.
hurr hurr bewbs
Big moopy eyes from the guy who'd been roaring and swinging a branch at giant mutant bees like a violent kid at a Little League game was enough to convince Heather that he needed help. Now.
"Yeah, Errith'll make everything awesome. And there'll be sunshine and puppies and happy grandmas who carry hard candies around with them to hand out to good little boys and girls."
Trying to adjust his arm over her shoulder, she started to stagger awkwardly in the direction of the town. Arty trundled along behind her, trying to look helpful but not really doing anything productive.
dork. /headdesks over and over and over.
As far as Angela was concerned, he owed her big time for this. Not to say that she didn't feel sorry for him, but... Seriously, the guy should have just called her out to begin with. She couldn've taken out those Beedrill herself, no doubt about it!
... Perhaps in that sense, pokemon and trainer were a lot a like.
"S'Aerith gonna have a puppy?"
Aerith had boobs, too, he suddenly remembered. For whatever reason, that made him chuckle.
I AM LOLING SO HARD god I kind of want to draw this
Of course, if he'd known he was thinking about boobs, she miiiiight have have just turned him around so that he wasn't facing her (not that she really had much of a chest to ogle, the girl was about as voluptuous as a stick) and continued to haul him along that way.
"C'mon, it's not that much further..."
Luckily, she was right-- the firm forest floor soon gave way to the shifting sands that the cozy little beach town stood on top of.
THAT WOULD BE SO AMAZING.
The man heaved a heavy, labored sigh as his shoulders tensed as the poison slowly began to dissipate from his muscles.
"I'm gettin' sand in my pants..." ... That was the first valid observation he had made since he got stung. Maybe that was a good sign. Angela whined, thwapping her trainer in the stomach with her tail and he made a forced gasp, taking to holding his stomach rather than the sting on his arm.
I JUST MIGHT
Heather decided not to waste her breath replying to that-- now she had to focus on the goal. Eyes on the prize! Which in this case was the Pokemon Center! Staggering forward, her brows furrowed determinedly, she put forth a last heroic effort to get them to the door of the building--
Aaaand then Angela thwapped Zack in the stomach, and Arty simultaneously decided that Heather's leg was the place to be right now. Suddenly caught in a small mass of furry clinging determination, Heather pitched forward and faceplanted straight into the sand. Most likely bringing Zack down with her.
.... SO CLOSE...!!!
THIS IS ART-WORTHY. IT JUST IS.
"... Why're we at the beach?" Shaking a bit of sand from his hair woozily, Angela was practically screaming in frustration and tried once more to snap her trainer out of it by smacking a wave of sand on his back (which hurt the puncture wound on his back like hell, by the way) and shouting her name over and over again into his ear.
This, of course, was a mind-blowingly frightening experience for a SOLDIER who was trippin' on lingering Beedrill venom and he curled into a ball defensively, roaring out his pokemon's name in confusion.
Angela just couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with him.
IT REALLY IS oh god Zack poor baby
... Never mind that she'd probably be the one tripping out on poison if he hadn't been there.
"Jeez-- I-- snap out of it!" PLEH. She spat sand out as she struggled to sit up. Pressing the button on Arty's Pokeball and dragging the Sentret back into it in the process- the last thing she needed was a raccoon climbing her face while she tried to figure out how to get her companion another dozen feet to the Pokemon Center. And hoped that no one was looking. No one that would laugh, anyway.
"C'mon, man, we're almost there!"
Heather SUCKED at this.