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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.
when you guys get to the pokécenter...
It had been longer than Aerith had expected to wait for Zack. She was starting to get worried, and her intuition told her that something bad had happened, but she tried to ignore it and continue to ready herself for leaving.
HERE WE COME TO CONFIRM YOUR CONCERNS~
You more or less could emerge from the forest and practically trip over the Pokemon Center within a few steps.
So the fact that it took Heather and the very unfortunate Zack a full ten minutes to make it from the trees to the door of the building was testament to the epic druglike qualities of the venom poor Zack had received shot straight at his spine.
The sliding doors opened with a whirr and anyone inside the Center would be treated to a very peculiar sight-- a relatively tiny blond girl in safety goggles, pink rubber gloves, and a half-destroyed ski mask trying to support one very woozy Zack Fair.
"A-- ghhgh, a little help here? Please?"
Aerith-mun said she'd jump in at some point. /replies here anyway
He rolled his eyes (or maybe his eyes were just rolling into the back of his head on their own), hardly aware of what they were asking for. Angela had done what she could to make the maneuver go over a bit more smoothly, but now even she was getting a little bit concerned and had dropped her half of his weight to nuzzle into his chin and neck, peeping and chirping at his ears.
"Angie.... cut't out, kiddo. You're gonna upset this nice lady."
In which he gestured clumsily to Heather.
"She's tryin' to find the hostess. We can't sit'n have our nice dinner'f we upset everybody."
Just wanted to make sure everyone got a turn first *thumbs up*
"Zack?"
Needless to say, fears confirmed. Leaving their bags behind, she rushed over to where the struggle was happening. She got on the opposite side of him to help keep him from falling. It was lucky she'd already handed over their pokémon, they would be safe behind the counter while she ran to the door.
"What happened??" she asked, addressing Heather more than Zack.
It all works out!
She didn't recognize the woman who'd spoken it-- but it didn't take a genius to figure out that maybe this was the 'Errith' he'd been mumbling deludedly about.
"Uh-- it's-- ... it's complicated."
Read: Heather totally got your boyfriend into potentially fatal trouble.
She straightened up as aid arrived.
"I think he's still a little poisoned--...!"
... A little?