Room 005 [BUG EVENT] [Accidental Video / Action for Cherrygrove]
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All Henry Townshend had wanted was a nice quiet day at work in the open air food court where he could mumble "Can I help you?" and "Have a nice day." like a robot and not get into any trouble. He had become more mobile once he learned how to put the useless Clam back into its poke'ball. Unfortunately, as he arrived at his stall wearing ( Read more... )
All Henry Townshend had wanted was a nice quiet day at work in the open air food court where he could mumble "Can I help you?" and "Have a nice day." like a robot and not get into any trouble. He had become more mobile once he learned how to put the useless Clam back into its poke'ball. Unfortunately, as he arrived at his stall wearing ( Read more... )
[But needless to say, when her 'Gear's video feed pops on during a brief respite, she's surprised to see that quiet, awkward guy totally kicking everything's ass on the screen.]
[He's... damn, he's pretty good.]
... Not bad, dude.
Points for resourcefulness!
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What...the hell is this. What the hell is going on.
What the hell.
[That is the call of the wild Henry.
He adjusts his 'gear and shifts awkwardly because he's started to slide off the branch sideways. It's hard to climb with a frybasket in your hand, much less phone chat with the other.]
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[She hadn't... caught Tarantulas' announcement yet, but oh, when she did...]
... So. Uh. You okay?
... Henry, right?
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Ung. I almost started to like it here. Does this happen often?
[A sound causes him to go ridged, clench his teeth, and twist around. When nothing happens he slowly turns back to face the lens.]
Yeah.
[That worked for both answers.]
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But every so often you get weird stuff like... well, this.
[She has to admit that she's not quite as fazed as she could be. This wasn't like that nightmarish fog, or the time the entire world turned into glitch-land and the skies were filled with shrieking dinosaur skeletons. Simply fighting off hordes of killer bugs? Heather could do that!]
Anyway.
[It looks like Heather's hunkered down behind a dumpster or something. There's a mound of heaving, black-striped orange fur crammed into the screen with her and the unmistakable sound of an out-of-breath dog panting.]
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The scariest thing is, they won't die. No matter what.
[It wasn't the frothing complaint of a soldier...just a worried observation. BUGS. Y U NO DIE WHEN I STOMP ON YOU?]
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Yeah, I'm not too fond of that little detail, either.
[Heather liked things to stay DEAD when she kicked them.]
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At least there aren't any ghosts. Ha-ha. Heh. Ugh.
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.... Uh, yeah, about that....
[Poor Henry.]
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There are ghost Pokemon and they're mean little bastards.
[She still hadn't forgiven them for the fog thing. And probably never would.]
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[This Henry was a man of few words.]
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Yeah, sucks. Sorry.
So, you got ghosts where you come from, huh?
[Heather might not have had gooey bald guys inviting themselves into her apartment, but she'd be stupid if she thought they didn't exist. She got friggin' pushed onto the subway tracks by one, after all.]
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He started picking the leaves out of his hair and looking at them so he didn't have to make eye-contact fffff.]
Yeah. All of the sudden too. My apartment building was swarming with them. They gave me migraines.
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That must've sucked.
[Unfortunately, Heather didn't know much about ghost Pokemon-- she just tried to AVOID them.]
I didn't believe in ghosts for the longest, but then one tried to push me in front of a train. Kiiiiinda changed my way of thinking a bit.
... I, uh. Should clarify that that happened at home, not here.
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but as she told her own story, it pulled him from his thoughts.
DB-- OH...at home. Okay.]
Were you hurt?
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