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61. [Video/Action for Goldenrod City]

_{[This is what one might see if they are outside on April Fool's Day in the fine city of Goldenrod.]}

[When Heather set out from Violet, she did it with a vengeance-- making it to her destination in record time purely by force of will. .... Well, okay. Snake and Solid the Onix helped out a little too. But REGARDLESS, it looks like she made it just in time for the stormclouds to come rolling in.]

[Johto, you been PUNK'D.]

[By the time the lobby doors to the big hotel she had left about two months before slide open and Heather staggers inside, she's thoroughly drenched and gasping. Not even sprinting through the deluge (which had blown in fast, as deluges often do-- the last quarter-mile to Goldenrod had been a mad dash to try and beat the roiling sky. She hadn't made it.]

[Spluttering and dripping everywhere, Heather stumbles into the lobby, letting the doors slide shut behind her to be drummed on incessantly by the big fat raindrops.]

[Cujo, who looks surprisingly happy for a Fire type about being wet, prances in alongside her and proceeds (much to the disdain of the bellboy who had started over to her with the intention of offering her a towel, only to quickly change his mind when he saw what was about to happen) to SHAKE. OFF. EVERYWHERE. And with a coat as shaggy as his? Fur could hold half its weight in water. Once he's finished, he happily goes gambolling off across the lobby to re-investigate the potted plants that he hasn't seen in a month or two. SUP PLANTS.]

[Heather, meanwhile, is doing some shake-drying of her own, sluicing water off of her hair vigorously. BRRRRRRRR. The bellboy is crying on the inside.]

UGH!

When they say April showers bring May flowers, but I didn't expect it to hit on the first, on the DOT.... Cooj, if you 'mark' those potted plants and get us thrown out into the rain, I will leave you in a box on someone's doorstep.

_{[Now giving the dripping coat that she'd been using as an (ineffective) umbrella a shake (in the bellboy's mind, Heather's threat level went from amber to red) or two, she grabbed up the strap to her bag and started to drag it towards the thankfully-carpeted sitting area, leaving a big watery trail the whole way (WHY COULDN'T HE HAVE GONE ON TO BE A SPORTS ANNOUNCER LIKE HIS MOTHER WANTED INSTEAD OF BEING A BELLBOY SOB).]}

[Once there, Heather popped down into a squat on the carpet, whistling for Cujo while she rummaged in her pockets for the Pokeballs containing her companions.]

Boy, sure am glad I decided to take Alvaro with me... Sure hope these things are waterproof. _{[Fearing that shoving the orphaned Cubone into a BOX right off the bat would damage its fragile emotional state even MORE, Heather had opted to take him with her. Here's hoping that decision wouldn't bite her in the butt. At least Carousel had been box'd-- Heather had already witnessed the wonder that was a drenched Ponyta trying to re-ignite its mane and she wasn't sure her already-shot nerves could take the stress of watching a pony shed sparks everywhere.]}

Good, nobody fell outta my pocket-- hey, Claudy, c'mon, get outta there, I gotta check on my stuff...

_{[Tossing the bag's flap open, she ushers the damp, ruffled-looking owl out of the bag. Claudy picks her way delicately onto the carpet and fluffs up to about twice her size before starting to preen unconcernedly. Heather watches the display with a roll of her eyes.]}

Y'know, if you'd just go in the ball like a NORMAL Pokemon, that bag would've weighed like half as much. Probably would've been able to beat the rain if I hadn't had to lug YOU around, too... Man, my 'Gear better not be busted...

_{[She reached into the bag to fish around for the contraption in question-- ... and stops.]}

.... Claudy, what the fuck, did you cough up a pellet the size of GOD in here or--

.... Oh.

.... What the--

[VIDEO]

_{[The camera turns on. Its feed is focused first on Claudy's head. She's grooming something, but all that can be seen for the moment is her feathers as they bob up and down.]}

This.... this is an owl.

_{[The camera shifts away from the Noctowl and over to the bag, giving a nice view of the inside of Heather's bag (partially emptied so that her stuff could dry. Littering the bottom of the bag are crushed fragments of eggshell.]}

Owls lay eggs.

_{[And then... then the camera zooms out a little, and moves back over to Claudy-- who can now be seen in full, contentedly preening a damp, squeaking little Eevee with ears about the same size as its body.]}

That is not a baby owl.

_{[The camera turns around, onto a confused and slightly-disturbed-looking Heather. Her hair is still plastered wetly down around her face.]}

I... I think I was just pranked by Mother Nature.

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Yep! Down in the lobby getting signed up for my room.

_{[She'd chilled for a bit but now she was hankering to ensure that she actually HAD a bed to sleep in tonight. Because oh god she missed these beds.]}

Look in a mirror, buddy.

[Sora lifts a hand to run through his hair, realizing-- somehow-- that it's misshapen. and then his expression twists into dis face as he rubs at it frantically to fix it.]

It's not that bad! Hold on, I'll come meet you.

Edited 2011-04-03 01:31 (UTC)

_{[SMIRK. She'd just be ruffling it up again once he got down there, so she doesn't say anything on the matter.]}

See you in a few.

Yeah!

[brace yourself, Heather, about five minutes later there's a little brother in the infamous Totodile pajamas dive-bombing in your direction.]

_{[... Okay, so she totally saw him coming, but... she missed him. And playing along is more fun.]}

Oh god NOOOOOO!

_{[Covering her face, she lets out a horrified sound and leans away, crumpling to the carpeted floor under the tackle.]}

[VICTORY, THY NAME IS SORA--]

Gotcha, Heather!

_{[Heather lets out a strangled gargle, flopping onto her back with Sora on top of her.]}

Oh god-- arrrgggh. How could you betray meeeee....

_{[She makes a show of weakly trying to push him off, then giving up and letting her arms flop back down to the floor listlessly.]}

I'm not betraying you! Isn't this how hardcore people greet each other? [by violent tackling? have a friendly pat on the shoulder, all kinds of amused at Heather feebly trying to push him off.]

_{[Ditching the PITIFUL DEFEAT act, Heather smirks up at him.]}

Oh, I'm just foolin'.

You did good. High marks on hardcore greeting.

Don't letcher guard down though.

_{[To prove her point, she darts her hands up to poke at his sides. Because she'd be a lousy teacher if she didn't teach her student to stay on the defensive! >8I]}

Like I'd eveAAAAUHH!!

[Sora topples right off, clutching his sides and failing very spectacularly at masking his snorts of laughter. unfortunately for any hardcore points he was still attempting to score, Sora is extremely ticklish.]

[... and now Heather probably knows.]

_{[Oh, she knows, Sora. She knows. You are doomed, kiddo. But for now, she just sits up and dusts herself off, smirking widely.]}

I rest my case.

_{[CONSTANT VIGILANCE. ... Wait, wrong series.]}

[he flops on his back, looking up at her with the biggest of pouts that he's capable of.]

I was totally on guard! You're just not supposed to tickle.

_{[SORRY SORA, THE PUPPY EYES JUST DON'T WORK ON HEATHER. She gets up and puts her hands on her hips, grinning down at him smugly.]}

All's fair in love and war, squirt.

_{[... Of course, she says this like it's just... standard wisdom that she is passing on out of the goodness of her heart. The truth is that it's just what Liquid said to HER after she made the same pouty argument as Sora did in response to the soldier breaking the sacred 'No-Tickle' rule.]

[Because of course the mature thing to do when the big brother cheats at sparring is to take it out on the little brother.]}

Heatheeerrrrrr-- [but he cuts himself off mid-syllable, and pushes himself up to his feet. oh yeah, big sis? oh yeah?!]

[two can play at that game. Sora lifts his hands, fingers outstretched in the most threatening of tickling manners. there's gonna be another dive bomb in the hotel lobby in three-two-one-BONZAIIIII--]

_{[AHAH. SEE, SHE WAS EXPECTING THIS. Because she is a master of strategy. So in the most classic of obnoxious older-sister behavior, she ducks to the side in a dodge, like that little creep in the playground who can NEVER BE TAGGED god didn't you just wanna punch those kids.]

[As she does so, she makes a grab for Sora's hands so she can hold him at bay. Because of course she can't let him know that SHE'S ticklish. That would be losing the higher ground.]}

Ohhh SNAP!

You ALMOST had me there! Too bad you DIDN'T.

Oh yeah? [this is where his experience as a shorty comes in handy, because he is constantly having to escape a headlock and noogie combo whenever Riku happens to see him. Heather may have him by the hands, but that doesn't mean Sora's going down without a fight-- he starts struggling mightily, trying to pry his wrists free. and if he manages to escape, he's going straight in to tickle her sides.]

_{[Heather's experienced at being that shrimp, too-- but needless to say, Sora's got the edge on her there because he is obviously a little monkey.]

[One hand is successfully wrenched free from her grasp-- around the same time as she's trying to use the other to make Sora bop himself in the head with it.]}

Stop hittin' yourself, stop hittin' yourse-- oh SH--!

_{[WELL CRAP THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. She arches her back awkwardly to try and stay out of reach of the attacking hand-- luckily for her, that puffy vest she always wears serves as some protection from tickling. It ain't foolproof, though, so ... now comes the awkward circle-dance of Try To Dodge The Hand While Trying to Re-Capture It and Also Hold Onto the Other One.]}

[IT'S LIKE WRESTLING WITH RIKU ALL OVER AGAIN, except Heather has slightly more of a size advantage-- Sora takes his own hand to the face, then smashes his free hand against Heather's side, attempting to tickle ruthlessly. THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM HARDCORE, EVEN IF YOU ARE HARDCORE YOURSELF, HEATHER.]

[despite the complete lack of mercy in this tickling, Sora has left his tickling hand wide open for snatching.]

_{[It's really hard to dodge someone when you're holding onto them.]

[Heather lets out a small shriek when her ribs are attacked, twisting to the side. MAYDAY. MAYDAY. ]}

GYAAH! FffALL RIGHT, you're ahaskin' for it!

_{[Biting back the laughter, she grabs the offending hand by the wrist. And then tries to hoist him right up off the ground, holding his arms above his head. Because he is little and she can get away with it.]}

Gotcha!

H-hey! Heather! Lemme go! [FLAILING WILDLY NOW OH GEEZ HE IS WIDE OPEN FOR TICKLES--]

Not a chance, buddy.

_{[YES. YES HE IS. And Heather, of course, is the vengeful type. So. Y'know. She has to do this on principal. The kid sealed his fate the moment he decided to try and fight back!]}

You asked for this!

Edited 2011-04-07 15:52 (UTC)

_{[MUAHAHAHA-- .... wait a second. B/]

[Heather's all set to do a malevolent laugh and launch a vengeful attack on her captured enemy, when she realizes... she can't tickle when she's using both her hands to hang onto his. Well, this is a dilemma.]}

......

_{[~*~STAND-OFF~*~]}

[... oh dear. luckily, Sora knows just how to counter these! watch this, Heather:]

[but instead of flailing and trying to escape, he puffs air into his cheeps, sticks his tongue out and crosses his eyes. SORA USED SCARY FACE. 8P]

_{[.... Sneeeeeerk okay no no wait this was serious business.]

[Untangling the strained smirk her face had been trying to move into in response to Sora's dignified expression, she linefaced at him. Seriously.]

[... And put on a goofy over-the-top 'tough cop' accent. Which sounds totally ridiculous spoken by a high-pitched teenage girl.]}

If I didn't know any better, sonny, I'd think you weren't takin' this entirely seriously.

[..spfffftttt Officer Heather--]

Who, me? I'm being completely serious! [and he puffs out his cheeks again, as serious as can be. as serious as a 8P face can be.]

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