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024; video/action for Goldenrod

[as much as Sora loves bugs, and as he would have liked to leave Goldenrod to beat up certain bugs for a certain gym badge, this kid appearing on the network this afternoon is in Serious Battle Mode- a mode he hasn't been in ever since he got here and finally had a chance to relax.]

It's just one thing after another... Hey! How is everybody holding up? No serious injuries, right? If you're somewhere around Goldenrod and you need help, lemme know. I'll come get you.

[a pause.] Is anybody else out there trying to fight these things? They need to be kept as far away from the pokecenters as possible so people can still get in.

[Sora shakes his head. he may or may not have been on the receiving end of a Yanma attack earlier, and quite frankly he found it worse than taking a wing to the face from a Wyvern. not something he wants to experience again, nor does he want anybody else experiencing it. luckily he's armed and ready for the next battle he's about to run headfirst into: a carved Keyblade! a single pokeball! ... a pair of earplugs! Sora that is not a good weapon at all.]

I'm gonna try one more idea. Stay safe you guys!

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Heather! [Sora takes off toward her, narrowly avoiding a dive-bombing Yanma-- he turns sharply to the right, whapping the thing harshly with his carved Keyblade and sending it nosediving. MAY DAY, MAY DAY. it's just like fighting Heartless back home, they just hurt more.]

Hanging in there... How are you holding up?

Edited 2011-04-10 14:49 (UTC)

_{[In contrast, these things were a HELL of a lot nicer than the stuff HEATHER'S used to in her opinion-- but that didn't make them any less painful or annoying. And she has to admit-- at least nothing in Silent Hill exploded itself.]}

I'm fine.

... Well, s'fine as can be expected.

_{[She's giving him a quick look-over anyway-- but she seems satisfied that he's still walkin' and talkin'.]

[She has no fancy self-made weapon-- just a chunk of metal piping she must have picked up somewhere. It's dented to all hell and covered in bug goop though-- she's obviously been using it.]}

[he's doing much of the same in looking her over-- what, he's gotta look out for his older siblings, too!]

You look like you've been in the thick of it... No stings or anything, right?

_{[He's a good kid, of course he does.]}

Nope. Coupla close calls, but this sort of thing is kind of my forte.

_{[Being quick on her feet and good at dodging punches (thanks to many, many schoolyard brawls that may or may not have been started by her) was what had kept her alive in Silent Hill-- for every ounce of brawn that Heather had, there were two of plain old knowing how not to get hit.]

[At last, she looks at ... the stuff that he's HOLDING.]}

.... What's... all that?

Wouldn't expect anything less of someone hardcore.

[he holds up the earplugs and pokéball questioningly. oh, this? like it's not a weird combination or anything.]

The earplugs are so Jigglypuff doesn't put me to sleep.

.... Jiggly... puff?

_{[She says it with the same tone and expression that one might expect if Sora had just told her that the only way to stop the bugs was to pray to the legendary Bacon Gods and turn slowly in a circle chanting old cereal commercial jingles.]}

Yeah! They're these pink puffball things, and they can sing and put you to sleep.

[but the Bacon Gods idea is also a viable option.]

... THOSE things?

... Wait, are you planning...?

_{[... That was a really good idea. WHY DIDN'T SHE THINK OF THAT.]}

[... Heather, you are the first person other than Sora to think this is a good idea. BEST SIS.]

Yeah! It'll give us time to clear them out.

_{[IT'S HER JOB, AFTER ALL. And she's fishing hurriedly in her pocket.]}

D'you need help? Honey knows Sleep Powder.

Yeah! Thanks, Heather!

[he'll need to get her a set of earplugs though, or they'll both be sleeping on the job.]

_{[She could use her fingers! .... That works, right?]}

No prob. Always a fan of a man with a plan-- ... _{yeah not gonna let that one go any further.}

[... Sora can't help but snort, despite their situation, and despite fact that there is a mob of angry bugs fast approaching.]

_{[Heather was good at making situations like this seem a little lighter.]

[She grins back to him before releasing the Butterfree in a flash of light.]}

You're in charge, kiddo. Just tell me when to give Honey the order.

[-- Heather wants him to be in charge? HOT DOG-- I mean. Sora's totally used to taking charge; he always was whenever he and Donald and Goofy explored a new world... not necessarily in charge of flying the Gummi Ship at first, but.]

Okay, on three! And-- [here, take his earplugs, big sis.]

_{[He's the one who came up with the plan! Far as she's concerned, he deserves to execute it.]

[In any case, she takes the ear-plugs, putting them in one-handedly. Honey the Butterfree flutters overhead, shooting a sort of concerned glance at the oncoming horde. ... If compound eyes could manage concerned glances...]}

[Sora finally gives the pokéball in his hand a toss-- GO MY ADORABLE FLUFFY MINION-- Jigglypuff pops out of her ball, stares in horror at the incoming bug brigade... then it occurs to her what she's supposed to be doing.]

[Jigglypuff used Sing! Sora used Clap Hands Over Ears!]

_{[Heather used SHOVE EARPLUGS IN.]

[Honey used-- .... START USING SLEEP POWDER BUT THEN FALL ASLEEP.]

[... Well, shit. Maaaybe they shoulda thought this one through a little bit.]}

[BUT SORA HAS THE BEST PLANS HOW COULD THIS GO WRONG-- well, on the plus side, bugs other than Honey are falling asleep...]

_{[SORA YOU DO NOT EARN THE 'PLANNING' BOYSCOUT BADGE YET.]

[Heather watches Honey slowly drift to the ground and just sort of... mentally facepalms. But... at least the horde is starting to slow down...]}

Not... quite as expected, but at least it sort of worked?

_{[Heather can't hear you! She has earplugs! :I]

[So she's just... staring blankly at the now-slumbering horde.]}

[... Sora just kind of makes this face then taps big sis on the shoulder.]

_{[She jumps slightly, but looks over her shoulder at him and abruptly tugs the earplugs out.]}

WELL, uh-- ... it worked!

_{[... She looks down at the Butterfree that's just... lying face-down in the middle of the road.]}

... Pretty well, too.

... Sorry about your Butterfree... [even if face-down bugs are a pretty funny sight.]

Now we just need to figure out what to do with the bugs!

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